<?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-7626253</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:16:13.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>guy named dude</title><subtitle type='html'>he's a straight guy named dude, who's on a mission. what mission that could be is unknown.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626253.post-112958833362155648</id><published>2005-10-17T17:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T18:32:26.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Apple A Day, Keeps the Beatles At Bay</title><content type='html'>Alas, the four had realized that the end was in sight, for they were going different ways; George into the Eastern way of life, John preached about peace and love, Paul wanted to do his songs differently then he did with John earlier, and Ringo...well he went along with just about everything the others did. John, George and Ringo resentment of Paul started to show as he tried to get the band back on the concert tour and&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-112958833362155648?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/112958833362155648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=112958833362155648' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/112958833362155648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/112958833362155648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/10/apple-day-keeps-beatles-at-bay.html' title='An Apple A Day, Keeps the Beatles At Bay'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626253.post-112802931037679467</id><published>2005-09-29T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T17:28:30.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolution</title><content type='html'>You say you want a revolution&lt;br /&gt;Well you know&lt;br /&gt;We all want to change the world&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that it's evolution&lt;br /&gt;Well you know&lt;br /&gt;We all want to change the world&lt;br /&gt;But when you talk about destruction&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you can count me out&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know it's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Alright Alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you got a real solution&lt;br /&gt;Well you know&lt;br /&gt;We'd all love to see the plan&lt;br /&gt;You ask me for a contribution&lt;br /&gt;Well you know&lt;br /&gt;We're doing what we can&lt;br /&gt;But when you want money for people with minds that hate&lt;br /&gt;All I can tell you is brother you have to wait&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know it's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Alright Alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you'll change the constitution&lt;br /&gt;Well you know&lt;br /&gt;We all want to change your head&lt;br /&gt;You tell me it's the institution&lt;br /&gt;Well you know&lt;br /&gt;You better free your mind instead&lt;br /&gt;But if you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao&lt;br /&gt;You ain't going to make it with anyone anyhow&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know know it's gonna be alright&lt;br /&gt;Alright Alright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-112802931037679467?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/112802931037679467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=112802931037679467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/112802931037679467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/112802931037679467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/09/revolution.html' title='Revolution'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-112518042422776930</id><published>2005-08-27T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T18:07:04.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Want To be a Soldier...and yet</title><content type='html'>i think i may want to go into the Air National Guard...such a clash of morals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't wanna be a soldier mama, i don't wanna die&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't wanna be a sailor mama, i don't wanna fly&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't wanna be a failure mama, i don't wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't wanna be a soldier mama, i don't wanna die&lt;br /&gt;Oh no oh no oh no oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't wanna be a rich man mama, i don't wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't wanna be a poor man mama, i don't wanna fly&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't wanna be a lawyer mama, i don't wanna lie&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't wanna be a soldier mama, i don't wanna die&lt;br /&gt;Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't wanna be a beggar mama, i don't wanna die&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't wanna be a thief now mama, i don't wanna fly&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't wanna be a churchman mama, i don't wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't wanna be a soldier mama, i don't wanna die&lt;br /&gt;Oh no oh no oh no oh no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-112518042422776930?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/112518042422776930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=112518042422776930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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sighted-arrow minded hypocritics&lt;br /&gt;All i want is the truth&lt;br /&gt;Just give me some truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of reading things by nuerotic-psychotic-pig headed politicians&lt;br /&gt;All i want is the truth&lt;br /&gt;Just give me some truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No short haired-yellow bellied son of tricky dicky is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me&lt;br /&gt;With just a pocketful of hope&lt;br /&gt;Money for dope&lt;br /&gt;Money for rope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick to death of seeing things from tight lipped-condescending -mommies little chauvinists&lt;br /&gt;All i want is the truth&lt;br /&gt;Just give me some truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of watching scenes of schizophrenic - ego - centric - paranoic - prima - donnas&lt;br /&gt;All i want is the truth&lt;br /&gt;Just give me some truth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-112405001648162841?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/112405001648162841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=112405001648162841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/112405001648162841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/112405001648162841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/08/gimme-some-truthlike-now.html' title='Gimme Some Truth...like now?'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-112362199865884280</id><published>2005-08-09T16:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T15:58:40.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Games</title><content type='html'>Gamers are more hated by the government then any other group. hell, gays have a better time trying to get something passed with them then we do. the government can't understand some of this well-oiled industry. since GTA: San Andreas was released for PC and Xbox late last month, some senators have been busy trying to keep our "moral decline in our society" for continuing by, of all things, TRYING TO BAN ANY GAME THAT HAS YOU SHOOTING ANYTHING, EVEN A FREAKING TOAD! they do not realize that the ESRB has tried and succeded to the biggest extent they could do, to stop underaged gamers from buying them and that the kids that buy them, buy them because their freakin parents dont give care at the time then flip out at the industry for making games like that! the government has to realize that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the industry has regulations and as far as i know, there are only 2 games that meet the Adults only rating and those are games that were originally mature, but they made an AO version so that horny little boys can see digital boobs&lt;br /&gt;2. is there anything else they can waste their time on like...oh i don't know, persian gulf 2? budgets? education? the fact that religion is being used in every fucking piece of government?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although the president did back the makers of DOOM3 and told parents to be better parents, the rest of the world has to realize that video games dont kill, its the 10 year olds that play GTA whose parents dont care what they do, those are the people the government should bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is just what the democrats do when theres no election to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lose&lt;/span&gt;!" - Adam Sessler, X-Play&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-112362199865884280?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/112362199865884280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=112362199865884280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/112362199865884280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/112362199865884280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/08/mind-games.html' title='Mind Games'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-112301788755620490</id><published>2005-08-02T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T17:25:09.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine.......wha?</title><content type='html'>my imagine; why? because i want to sum everything up as i can in some nice little anthem knockoff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine theres no sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if we can,&lt;br /&gt;No need for all the pain,&lt;br /&gt;And suffering in Sudan,&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping up the peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine there's no politics,&lt;br /&gt;I doubt that you could,&lt;br /&gt;No smiting or debating,&lt;br /&gt;Just helping as we can,&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people,&lt;br /&gt;Helping out the world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say I'm a dreamer,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not the only one,&lt;br /&gt;I hope somday you'll joing us,&lt;br /&gt;And the world will be as one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine no one fighting,&lt;br /&gt;If only we could try,&lt;br /&gt;No need to fight and suffer,&lt;br /&gt;Or bullet the blue sky,&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people,&lt;br /&gt;Living life in peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may say I'm a dreamer,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not the only one,&lt;br /&gt;I hope someday you'll join us,&lt;br /&gt;And the world will be as one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentleman, i hope that you can join us and make the world a better place by helping out when you can and stopping the hate and violence when you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-112301788755620490?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/112301788755620490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=112301788755620490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/112301788755620490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/112301788755620490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/08/imaginewha.html' title='Imagine.......wha?'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-112197858587281087</id><published>2005-07-21T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T16:43:05.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things we said today...</title><content type='html'>I salute you Mr. Bush, i have never actually seen anyone screw up so much and still think they're right. you may have lost your support and started rumors of impeachment amoung the people, but do you back down and admit that you were wrong? noooo, cause you're the president and admiting that you were wrong shows that you're a moron. but are you a moron by not admiting failure? of course you are, cause you're the president. kinda like a double standard but does anyone care? well when it comes to driving our country into the ground, yea it is. but you're the president, how can you drive us into the ground and without us doing anything to stop you. well to be perfectly frank, the general public is a group of christian, conservative morons who would rather kill newly married interracial gay couples then try and improve our country by way of..oh i dont know, pulling out of places where we're not wanted? improving our economy? stop outsourcing our jobs to India or China? its just sad that our government is this terrible and the people dont care. way to show your compentency, fellow americans! jeez, we could go into a fasicast dictatorship and no one would care or they would just rant about it and not actually try to change it. so anyway, our president has screwed up again and allowed one of his closest advisor leak the name of a CIA agent. but not only did he go back on his word of firing the person that leaked it, but he also promoted him after the leak to chief of staff...yes if you havent pick it up now I'm talking about you karl. yes you karl rove. you naughty boy, you leaked the name and now face jail time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-112197858587281087?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/112197858587281087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=112197858587281087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/112197858587281087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/112197858587281087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/07/things-we-said-today.html' title='Things we said today...'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-112145895031284585</id><published>2005-07-15T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T16:22:30.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>Well i guess the band is over before it got started. i have a few strings i can still pull but I'm not expecting anything out of it. it was a real blow to me. not for the reason that i lost my chance at fame, but because that i wanted the world to listen and by doing this i could speak to the masses. maybe with more people out there like Bono or Lennon we could change the world for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine there's no countries&lt;br /&gt;It isn't hard to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to kill or die for&lt;br /&gt;And no religon too&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people&lt;br /&gt;Living life in peace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine it all. imagine life where there is no war, no hate and no violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now imagine that all it takes is you. fulfill the dreams of those that became victims of what they were fighting against and forever end hate...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-112145895031284585?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/112145895031284585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=112145895031284585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/112145895031284585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/112145895031284585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/07/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-112095865115708079</id><published>2005-07-09T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T21:24:11.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step Closer</title><content type='html'>there is a chance in life to change your fate. that chance may happen once or many times, but you must know when to sieze it. life is too short to stand idlely by as the world changes. people must stand up for what they believe in regardless of what others think. there are billions of stars and yet for every star there is only one of us. we are miniscule in the universe and yet we cannot learn to accept each other and live as a unified species. We have the power, we have the means to live as one. if i may quote my song Give Us Peace:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give us peace!&lt;br /&gt;Give us dignity/harmony/liberty!&lt;br /&gt;Give us life!&lt;br /&gt;Give us love!&lt;br /&gt;Give us peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this too much to ask for? To little for humanity to do for each other? People, please, no more war, no more killings and no more oppressment. Thanks to causes like One and Live8 we are one step closer to making life on earth even more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and maybe, one day, if we really wanted to fight wars, we'll fight them virtually with video games and not guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember, games dont kill people...guns kill people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-112095865115708079?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/112095865115708079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=112095865115708079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/112095865115708079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/112095865115708079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-step-closer.html' title='One Step Closer'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-111974516856870852</id><published>2005-06-25T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T20:19:28.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>History repeats itself...again, and again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:monospace;"&gt;"Naturally, the common people don't want war; neither in Russia, nor in England, nor in America, nor for that matter in Germany. That is understood. But, after all, it is the leaders of the country who determine the policy and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country." -Hermann Goering, the leader of the Luftwaffe (airforce) in Nazi Germany, 4/18/46&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude, isn't that exactly what the Bush Administration did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to clear some things up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iraq has nothing to do with 9/11&lt;br /&gt;Iraq does not have WMDs&lt;br /&gt;Iraq did not threaten the United States&lt;br /&gt;America has not been more safe nor will it ever be&lt;br /&gt;America was lied to&lt;br /&gt;America is now a religious nation&lt;br /&gt;Religious nations are the reason why we are fighting in the Middle East&lt;br /&gt;America is now losing even more money to oil even though we have invaded an oil rich nation&lt;br /&gt;America is quickly becoming as notorious as Nazi Germany or Soviet Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet, knowing all of this, we still lack the ability to impeach the dictator of America and his administration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the record, dictator is not nesscarliy a bad thing, just look at the origins of the Roman Republic, it was an emergency only position that was held for only 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-111974516856870852?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/111974516856870852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=111974516856870852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111974516856870852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111974516856870852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/06/history-repeats-itselfagain-and-again.html' title='History repeats itself...again, and again'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-111966953361443684</id><published>2005-06-24T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:18:53.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dizzy Miss Lizzy</title><content type='html'>eh, don't know what to call this. Poem? Song? who knows. but if you use my title of the post as meaning behind this thing, then i guess its about lindsey. I thought it was about me or the world but who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down,&lt;br /&gt;You have no fear,&lt;br /&gt;It's going fast,&lt;br /&gt;It just can't last,&lt;br /&gt;But you know I'm hear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clam down,&lt;br /&gt;Stop the rush,&lt;br /&gt;Stay so still,&lt;br /&gt;Just sit and chill,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow up,&lt;br /&gt;But not to fast,&lt;br /&gt;You're way to young,&lt;br /&gt;To be on the run,&lt;br /&gt;So just calm right down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait here,&lt;br /&gt;I won't be long,&lt;br /&gt;I'm hear to stay,&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way,&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming for you,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-111966953361443684?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/111966953361443684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=111966953361443684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111966953361443684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111966953361443684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/06/dizzy-miss-lizzy.html' title='Dizzy Miss Lizzy'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-111929957373960239</id><published>2005-06-20T16:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T16:32:53.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Naughtyness Scale</title><content type='html'>I have created a Naughtiness scale system to judge how dirty/naugthy i am being. yea, it has been a slow week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1= not naughty*&lt;br /&gt;2= kinda naughty&lt;br /&gt;3=naughty&lt;br /&gt;4=very very naughty&lt;br /&gt;5= soooooooo incredibly naughty that you will want to take a shower cause you feel so dirty just talking to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We at MattCorp. are not responsible for any excessive daydreaming, or boredom induced coma caused by a 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning, we are not responsible for any licking/kissing of the forehead, nose, ear, lips, tongue, neck, chest, breast, nipple, naval, or anywhere south of the border unless you enjoy it then you can sooo blame us at MattCorp. also any feelings of "funniness" caused by the matt speak of NaughCon 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NaughCon= Naughtiness Condition #. copyrighted by MattCorp. 2005)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-111929957373960239?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/111929957373960239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=111929957373960239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111929957373960239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111929957373960239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/06/naughtyness-scale.html' title='The Naughtyness Scale'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-111870946196680511</id><published>2005-06-13T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T20:37:41.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All You Need Is Love? part duo</title><content type='html'>i thought i'd revise my old post. its holds true today but its getting better. Love has never been so close to me that i can grab a hold of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the Beatles once wrote a song called All You Need is Love. maybe they were right, all you really need in life is love. i mean without love, what are we? A bunch of organs worth 89 cents. without love, i guess we cant really have emotions, since in order to hate, you need love. maybe i just want to fit in, i just want to be someone or have someone OUTSIDE MY FAMILY just care for me. it'd be nice. i dont care about the whole "teenage love sucks". i dont care what they say. funny how life treats you like shit sometimes. well...i guess that wasnt really funny. ah screw it, its late and im babbling. what i dont get is...why do people think of me as only a fat smart guy. ive seen people being shallow, but this is really bad. im more then just cellulite and brains, im sensitive, a complete smartass, and i fight for what i believe in. why dont people just look into people before they judge. I'm disgusted with these people and im going to bed. open your eyes and look into their minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'And in the end&lt;br /&gt;         The love you take&lt;br /&gt;         Is equal to the love you make.' - 'The End' the Beatles"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-111870946196680511?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/111870946196680511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=111870946196680511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111870946196680511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111870946196680511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/06/all-you-need-is-love-part-duo.html' title='All You Need Is Love? part duo'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-111861533415711681</id><published>2005-06-12T18:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T18:28:54.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Only A Northern Song</title><content type='html'>Ah, the greatness of America. just another idea placed out by the populus. the idea that we, as a nation, are the greatest beingings in the world. well, we're not nor will we ever be. it's time to listen to the outside world. do not shun them because their words may seem harsh. they are telling the truth, my people. they are telling us that they are sick of the great empire of America telling the world what to do and how to act. the corruption in government is outragous. Our fellow man lay sick and dying and all we can do is shun them. we are one species yet we treat ourselves with the utmost hatred and evil. we can no longer listen to this and watch it continue. Americans, do not listen to the crap the american media puts on. it is all regulated by the government, so those important stories cannont air because they make america look bad. we have lost our liberty. they have taken our freedom and tied it down so that we must beg for it. the world will no longer know the values of life, freedom and equality. fore they can only see death, defeat and conquering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-111861533415711681?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/111861533415711681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=111861533415711681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111861533415711681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111861533415711681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/06/only-northern-song.html' title='Only A Northern Song'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-111817868340635132</id><published>2005-06-07T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T17:12:48.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In The Life</title><content type='html'>Yea, well i thought that to better understand me and my political views, you'd have to understand a normal day. maybe then you can respect the crap i spew out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, first, i wake up like any normal kid, and get a ride to school while my mom tries to have normal conversation with a half-asleep teenager...you'd think she'd realize that after trying to talk with 2 other teenagers early in the morning didnt work over the years, why continue it with me?&lt;br /&gt;anywho, then i go to school and hang out in the library and talk to the regulars there (julie, logan, carrie) then i normally go to some class. my chem class and engineering classes suck. every fucking day, i can say nothing and i still get the standard "Howdy Yall(imitation of me)" "Dude, you work at a church and get raped in the ass by priests!" "Matt, You're gay!" or my personal favorite, "Matt, you're a failure at life!" yea i fight back at times but i just want them to stop. its just not cool. it's not funny. but does anyone care what i say? no, you would think yes since they insult me for no goddamn reason, but sadly no. then they say that their insults are because of my insults! Look, i only insult people because they insult me first. you want me to stop, then you stop first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that is my day, i basically get ridiculed and insulted for crap. you want me to shut up and stop with my help of the little guy and stuff like that? Then shut the fuck up and you wont hear a peep out of me. but since you're not, which i am happy for in a sense, down with the damn fasicst government we have in America. Down with religion in government. Down with racism, hate and war.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-111817868340635132?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/111817868340635132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=111817868340635132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111817868340635132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111817868340635132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/06/day-in-life.html' title='A Day In The Life'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-111749563188981068</id><published>2005-05-30T19:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T19:27:11.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow Never Knows</title><content type='html'>ah yes, another memorial day has come and another time to remember those that have died fighting for our country. this day was made after the civil war. we must remember those who died but that doesnt mean that we should let wars be fought. now is the time to stand up and be counted. we cannot stand idly by while others are forced to kill. stop the violence. stop the hate. stop the sufferings of the many. don't fight, its something our world needs to get rid of. let this war be the last war we have to remember on this day. today lets remember those that passed away and look to the future of endless peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-111749563188981068?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/111749563188981068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=111749563188981068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111749563188981068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111749563188981068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/05/tomorrow-never-knows.html' title='Tomorrow Never Knows'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-111747103033728060</id><published>2005-05-30T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T12:37:10.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long and Winding Road</title><content type='html'>yea i know, i havent updated it in a while. the political book thing is still in the works, got one chapter thing almost complete so it should be up soon. nothing has really happened lately. i got to see U2 in concert, holy fucking bono loving shit. that was fucking awesome. you should still be jealous of me and alex for seeing it. but enough with the gloating, i havent really done anything fun and exciting. havent changed much either, still a wise ass, still single (hopefully that will change soon), still my own mini bono/lennon, still trying to run for president, still the same goddamn commie bastarde! its a long and winding road im going down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-111747103033728060?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/111747103033728060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=111747103033728060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111747103033728060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111747103033728060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/05/long-and-winding-road.html' title='Long and Winding Road'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-111635674770912119</id><published>2005-05-17T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T15:05:47.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>times are a changin'</title><content type='html'>hey, just thought i'd give my devout followers a heads up. i'm writing like a book thing, (not really a book but i like to think it is) with alex to help so every chapter i finish, ill post it on my blog. so all this political crap in the next few posts is all from this book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-111635674770912119?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/111635674770912119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=111635674770912119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111635674770912119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111635674770912119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/05/times-are-changin.html' title='times are a changin&apos;'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-111610694474887433</id><published>2005-05-14T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T17:42:54.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry That Weight</title><content type='html'>Look, many people think that I'm some ruthless, heartless, "dont give a damn what people think" person. i'm not, congradulations you found me wrong. i am not who i act like. i am not heartless and i don't think like people arent important to me and that i'm some rude, crude jerk. yea i may act like it, but i manipulate everything to hide my feelings. if you've known me for a while, you will realize that ive only been like this for the past few years. i'm complicated, i'm scared...thats right, i'm scared. i'm fucking terrified. i've revealed myself to my best friend, the friend ive known since i was little, and he stabbed me in the back. i dont reveal myself, i'm afraid of getting hurt again. i can't do it...not again...i can't take that again. so for all of you, i'm not the guy i seem, and probably no one will know who i am again. and no i'm not gay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-111610694474887433?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/111610694474887433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=111610694474887433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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i thought id make this post all about whats running through my mind as i write this. so if i ramble about something, thats why...enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! E3 coming nesxt week, so excited. cant wait, loads of fun. i think there is something wrong. ever get the feeling that there may be something wrong with you, like you feel like you do have like mild autism, or like OCD or some mental disorder or something. its weird, then like another day you feel like you're the brightest guy around. whatever, its bizarre. dobedobedo...beware of the penguins. hey what the fuck is up emo. i mean i dont want to tell them that they look like fucking losers at times but still. and then im being told that i should be doing emo music...no, no way in hell, why should i follow the crowd. OOOOh but its soooo cool...no its not, i dont want to follow that path of music, its not for me, somehow, guys making songs that literally make no sense, just isnt for me. go back to that time when rock ruled it all not these crappy subgenres. btw im insulting the music style not the people that listen to it. its just not for me, and i would appreciate it if people quit telling me that i would be so cool doing emo or punk. blah blah blah blah blah. all well and good but what about potential dates. well my finely tuned other half of brain, i dont know who i really like. been thinking of lindsey alot recently, but its doubtful she thinks the same way or would EVER go out with me. this is a load of bullshit, why cant i just stop letting my sarcasim get a hold of me. im such a jackass but i cant just stop. it sucks cause i really am not the same person in private then i am with a group. regardless of the group, im still the same sarcastic, wise-cracking, soulless jackass i am. (if u tell the jokes i do, u would be soulless too). whatever, my problems dont really want to delve anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-111592972909449840?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/111592972909449840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=111592972909449840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111592972909449840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111592972909449840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/05/delve-into-my-mind-if-you-dare.html' title='Delve into my mind, if you dare! bwahahaha (not like u really had a choice)'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-111552033669704680</id><published>2005-05-07T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T22:45:36.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>damn this is creepy (ill have a song title next time)</title><content type='html'>dude, i just did this quiz thing, and i dont normally believe in this shit but man it is like creepily accurate. except for the "happiness is a warm gun" one, it is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="answeredq"&gt;• &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;lindsey&lt;/span&gt; is the one that you  love.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="answeredq"&gt;• &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;nicole&lt;/span&gt; is one you like but  can't work out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="answeredq"&gt;• You care most about &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;alex&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="answeredq"&gt;• &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;logan&lt;/span&gt; is the one who knows  you very well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="answeredq"&gt;• &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;cj&lt;/span&gt; is your lucky star.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="answeredq"&gt;• &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;all you need is love&lt;/span&gt; is the  song that matches with &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;lindsey&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="answeredq"&gt;• &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;hello goodbye&lt;/span&gt; is the song  for &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;nicole&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="answeredq"&gt;• &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;happiness is a warm gun&lt;/span&gt; is  the song that tells you most about YOUR mind.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="answeredq"&gt;• and &lt;span class="embresponse"&gt;Imagine&lt;/span&gt; is the song  telling you how you feel about life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-111552033669704680?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/111552033669704680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=111552033669704680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111552033669704680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111552033669704680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/05/damn-this-is-creepy-ill-have-song.html' title='damn this is creepy (ill have a song title next time)'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-111525654361475101</id><published>2005-05-04T20:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T21:29:03.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and the band played on!</title><content type='html'>i recovered from my song writing rut. i revised my very first song i started writing back, like two years ago. see this is all because of going to the banquet. it wasnt bad, i danced/mingled with a bunch of people. i danced with lindsey stewart twice, very cool. actually, i wasnt like ruining my night by not thinking that it matters that i was making a fool of myself, i'm impressed with myself. but anyway, i had fun and then like saturday night as i was trying to sleep i started thinking of the banquet, and the dances i shared with lindsey; and for some reason my song i wrote years ago popped into my head. and so i was realized this wasnt what i wrote before and liked it better so i wrote it down. and i think everyone likes it and most consider it as one of my best. hehehe, I'm so overjoyed. other then that, life's grand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-111525654361475101?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/111525654361475101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=111525654361475101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111525654361475101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111525654361475101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/05/and-band-played-on.html' title='and the band played on!'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-111499170554485910</id><published>2005-05-01T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T19:55:05.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GSA,NRA, FDA, CBA, do we need them, eh?</title><content type='html'>Well I know i'm very much for gay rights and equal rights and peace and things like that, (if you didnt know that either this is the first time u've visited my blog or you've been sleeping under a rock) and so people ask me "well if you're like this, why dont you join SADD or GSA?" to be frank, to me, you really dont need those groups/clubs to make a difference. if you really want to make a difference, just respect people and stand up for those that are down. you dont need these groups so why not make a difference yourself. come on people, stand up and help your fellow man. these are trying times, so why dont you try to make a difference without the GSA or SADD to hold your hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-111499170554485910?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/111499170554485910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=111499170554485910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111499170554485910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111499170554485910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/05/gsanra-fda-cba-do-we-need-them-eh.html' title='GSA,NRA, FDA, CBA, do we need them, eh?'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-111490770161593444</id><published>2005-04-30T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:35:01.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching The Wheels</title><content type='html'>Ah yes, the cries of the people have told me to update my blog...so guess what! yes i listen to my people. well this may shock you all, but i dont really have anything to say; I'm just sitting here, watching the wheels go round and round. it really hasnt been eventful enough to blog, slow danced with a girl at the banquet, in a songwriting rut. other then that nothing really happened. i'm just happy with life. my band is formulating, got alex to listen to some songs and hes really getting into it; logan is starting to get into it, now he needs to get the guitar for dummies book; and CJ and I are sharing my song lyrics and talking tunes. we're talking practice times now, which since CJ only comes down every other weekend or so, we need to practice without her. its life, my life and i wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-111490770161593444?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/111490770161593444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=111490770161593444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111490770161593444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111490770161593444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/04/watching-wheels.html' title='Watching The Wheels'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-111388245642528755</id><published>2005-04-18T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T23:47:36.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>turn ur head and yell "Ish ka bible tappenyakio!"</title><content type='html'>hey, i know that wasnt a song title. its time for change...and if u believe that im gonna change it from now on, ive got my left nut to sell you. so lets see, nope nothing of interest to talk about. so now im gonna ramble about some crappy topic or some injustice that i can do nothing to change at such a low social stature...damn those conservatives. anywho, not a whole lot to do, think of life...and oh i dont know, send my mind into a whirlpool drawer and see what happens. ah yes, fun times in the house of the rising pun. (see i knew id get a song title parody in there) its really been a little dull now that vacation is here. its about as fun as tripping on stones and as relaxing as a nice massage. so why dont we all take a break, drop our pants, stand at attention and sing "Oh Canada" and show our canadian side. i am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo out of it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-111388245642528755?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/111388245642528755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=111388245642528755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111388245642528755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111388245642528755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/04/turn-ur-head-and-yell-ish-ka-bible.html' title='turn ur head and yell &quot;Ish ka bible tappenyakio!&quot;'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-111369061056508763</id><published>2005-04-16T18:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T18:30:10.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Wish (crappy little poem i wrote, cause i'm just THAT special)</title><content type='html'>no despite popular belief i am not dying nor will i ever die until im old and grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember how you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;the time i was in pain,&lt;br /&gt;but now that you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;there is only sorrow for my pain,&lt;br /&gt;in the days ahead,&lt;br /&gt;i want to something for my needs,&lt;br /&gt;and find that someone,&lt;br /&gt;besides the cacti and the weed,&lt;br /&gt;i thought i could win,&lt;br /&gt;the lover of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;but now i am cold,&lt;br /&gt;colder than i thought,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now the months are turning,&lt;br /&gt;with eyes of blue and red,&lt;br /&gt;knowing that my end's near,&lt;br /&gt;is something that i dread,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not known for anything,&lt;br /&gt;like racism or world peace,&lt;br /&gt;i'm just a man with a dream,&lt;br /&gt;that no one will hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of life and love,&lt;br /&gt;and my failures,&lt;br /&gt;a dying man's last wish,&lt;br /&gt;to live without the hate,&lt;br /&gt;not to judge but embrace,&lt;br /&gt;and know your fate,&lt;br /&gt;i've seen many in the world,&lt;br /&gt;who hate because they can,&lt;br /&gt;by calling them black,&lt;br /&gt;or gay, or a hispanic man,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i ask you,&lt;br /&gt;on the day i'm about to die,&lt;br /&gt;what makes it cool,&lt;br /&gt;to hate someone and cover them in lies,&lt;br /&gt;the one thing i want,&lt;br /&gt;before i pass away,&lt;br /&gt;is life and unity,&lt;br /&gt;and make it a beautiful day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no reason, to hate one another,&lt;br /&gt;we are all one people, one nation, one color...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-111369061056508763?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/111369061056508763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=111369061056508763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111369061056508763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111369061056508763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/04/last-wish-crappy-little-poem-i-wrote.html' title='Last Wish (crappy little poem i wrote, cause i&apos;m just THAT special)'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-111256699600622485</id><published>2005-04-03T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T18:23:16.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>forgive and forget...</title><content type='html'>u know i say forgive and forget but really, being an ass like i was yesterday was uncalled for and entirely not needed. i fucked it up, and i admit it. im an ass, a total fucking jackass. i want to apologize for what i did, but nothing i can say could make up for what i did. im sorry for what i did, i can't believe that i was like that last night. i want to make it up to you guys, but i dont think i could. whatever, i did it, its done. i screwed up and im sorry, and you three are more then happy to hate me, in fact hate me. hate me for everything ive ever done. im a lowlife and i can do nothing but be an ass to you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-111256699600622485?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/111256699600622485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=111256699600622485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111256699600622485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111256699600622485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/04/forgive-and-forget.html' title='forgive and forget...'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-111232073517332036</id><published>2005-03-31T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T20:58:55.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Bulldog!</title><content type='html'>women...the most bizarre animal on earth for man to figure out. although men are probably as hard for women to figure out. i have this one girl, shes a nice girl. pretty quiet, and friendly. we were talking one time in class about how bad our english teacher is. it was nice, we talked some more and became friends. so i mean we talked during class alot. (i was even told by my teacher to stop talking in class, which is a first for me) it was odd, one day i said hi as she walked in as i normally do and she gives me this questionable hi, like i had never done it before to her. and as fate would have it i was moved to the other side of the room because the other person i switched with wouldnt shut up... it seems to weird for me. i normally do something stupid to someone to act like that, but i didnt do anything. it was the most bizarre thing. but id sit with logan and company and shed sit with one of her friends alone at a table. then logan went over and talked with her, i followed and a few others did and she left and took my seat as i came over. one time logan and i were outside school waiting for my dad to pick us up from drivers ed. she was getting something from her car, and logan said hi...so like the polite gentleman i am, i said hi and she just kinda acknoledged me but ignored me for the most part. its odd, i didnt do anything that would offend her or just have her act like this. the only reason i can see is that someone had planted some rumor or something. or told them something they thought was true but wasnt...i mean i really trusted the people around me, but if theres some rat acting all cool and saying shit like this, then ill have to deal with it. i have to stop the fire before it starts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-111232073517332036?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/111232073517332036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=111232073517332036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111232073517332036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111232073517332036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/03/hey-bulldog.html' title='Hey Bulldog!'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-111161731717364861</id><published>2005-03-23T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T17:35:17.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chirsitians taking to many liberties...no political pun intended</title><content type='html'>whether you listen to the terry shivio case or the U.S. politics, you can't hear anything without listening to some chrisitian making some claim or trying to prove a point that God is in charge of this or that. funny, how in a country where there is "sepreation of church and state" that christians seem to be able to say that God runs the country and should be involved in the government. I don't dislike people because they are a certain religion but because people use religion as a reason to do something, like its a one way ticket to do something you couldnt normally do. i recall the Ten commandments battle, the one about chrisitans upset that a statue of the ten commandments was removed from a government building. now i dont have a problem with the statue, i mean some people might like it, and it was some of the original written laws, but some stupid stupid chrisitian protester said, that "this country was founded by christians and so we should be allowed to show our christian monuments!" ...yeeeea, this is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; like what we are supposed to be liberating those poor souls in Iraq. Actually, they asked alot of people down there, should the ten commandments stay, 60 something% said yes, of that 60 something%, only about a third of them said that they would accept something like a statue of the Koran. wow, talk about freedom of religion. i thought we put that in there so that we wouldnt discriminate because of someones religion. I'm catholic, but really, this is disgusting how chrisitians are taking every problem and using religion as reason to change it. now here's the really interesting part, this has only been a problem during the re-election of our "unbias" deeply religious texan christian president. the worse christians are the southern ones, especailly the texan ones. funny, how the jews/buddists/muslims/daoists/confuscians/pagens havent been up in arms about something. im not saying that bush is some religious looney like what we are suppose to be stopping over in the middle east...okay yea i am, this is the bad. if anything, this is the only reason why i would leave the Church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-111161731717364861?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/111161731717364861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=111161731717364861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111161731717364861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111161731717364861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/03/chirsitians-taking-to-many-libertiesno.html' title='Chirsitians taking to many liberties...no political pun intended'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-111154561002957138</id><published>2005-03-22T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T21:40:10.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>its a beautiful day...weather wise, thats about it</title><content type='html'>damn, i realize this was a pain in the ass day. you know, i've had people thinking that they know me. thinking that they know who i am. HA HA HA HA!! you fucking pricks, you really think that just because i get pissed off with people who acts like dicks doesnt mean im gonna shoot the school up (yea, as sad as it is, people actually think im gonna do that...damn they're idiots). funny how people take one flaw and think that a person is always like that. jesus fucking christ, people actually think that what im like in school is what im like in my life. im like that in school because people dont know when the fuck to shut up and sit their asses down. look, for any who truely believe that im some psyco and that all i think about is beating people up, you're wrong...im a psyco that thinks only of music. hahaha, no im just kidding, man you guys really are gulible&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-111154561002957138?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/111154561002957138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=111154561002957138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111154561002957138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111154561002957138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-beautiful-dayweather-wise-thats.html' title='its a beautiful day...weather wise, thats about it'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-111015630867370317</id><published>2005-03-06T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T19:45:08.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Capitalism, Liberalism, and Conservativism (woohoo! political post)</title><content type='html'>ah politics, where would we be without them. liberals, those that think everything should be free and happy, with the least amount of bloodshed. conservatives, those that dont want change and they will fight for it. evangical conservatives, those that use religion as a reason why life should be runned liked it. i, like many of u know, am a liberal. and i despise those that would use the christian life as a reason to do such action. bush, a evangical conservative, called the war in Iraq and the war on terrorism, a "crusade". okay, now even this is the stupidist thing bush couldve done. the word crusade is basically a holy movement, or as the arabic people call it, "slaughter-feast" cause the three crusades in the middle ages, were exactly that; Europeans that slaughtered arabs just for being muslim/islamic. you know, if you're gonna try and improve the relations with the arab states, dont use worlds that mean arab slaughter. see now when i get famous and everyone knows who i am (like cheers), i will fight for equal rights for all, peace to the world and enough of all this rap crap and gang shit. i will run for president, being the only rock star to do so, and try and work our country out of the crap hole its in now. Americans pride themselves on being Free and just people, well i hate to dissappoint you (actually i love pissing people off) but we dont have a history of freedom, as logan pointed out, look at the slavery, internment camps of ww2, womens rights, gay rights. we are some of the worse people in the world. the liberal media is controlled by bush, i mean look at it, its praising him for his screw ups. people who want religious monuments on government property should not have a problem if we put up a giant budda or Koron. ok thats all i want to say about politics for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-111015630867370317?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/111015630867370317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=111015630867370317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111015630867370317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/111015630867370317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/03/capitalism-liberalism-and.html' title='Capitalism, Liberalism, and Conservativism (woohoo! political post)'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-110962815438702695</id><published>2005-02-28T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T17:02:34.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>long time, but was it too long.</title><content type='html'>GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD morning yall...you or yous if you're in brocklyn. not much is odd or out there that would need me to blog it. its been pretty dull...ok not really dull but its a good lull, if you will, in unusual adventures. vacation was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monolouge: (ya i know, im no leno)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     i was talking to a junior in my chem class today, you know asking how his vacation was. well he told me that he got laid by an 8th grader saturday. and 8th grader! we should be arresting this kid for child rape not jackson!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;     a new epidemic is spreading across america, screwing the teacher. you know bill gates said at a govenors convention, that the american school is obselete cause more countries are becoming more advanced and are surpassing our education...the govenors just stared stupidly at him.&lt;br /&gt;     in fact they are so advanced, they know how to screw the teacher without being caught.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;     today the highschool had the cops come to school because of a noise complaint...appearently the middle school wanted to hear they're moaning more then ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    my friend went to the british virgin isles for vacation, you know, 20 years ago we could go there or any carribian island and get laid 4 times in a week. today the british government decided to call them the British Forever Virgin isles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110962815438702695?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/110962815438702695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=110962815438702695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110962815438702695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110962815438702695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/02/long-time-but-was-it-too-long.html' title='long time, but was it too long.'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-110775834570400751</id><published>2005-02-07T01:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T01:39:05.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm soo tired (there is a song called that too)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;o my fucking god, it is  1:30 as i write this to you. for some strange reason, i am feeling like an insomniac. its not the superbowl, cause i was tired of hearing about that 15 minutes after we won. i dont know why, im sitting here writing this and i'm tired, i just cant go to sleep. maybe if i can convince my mom that i should take a sick day cause if i dont then i'll be falling asleep in class. maybe ill be lucky and my febuary flu that i always get is coming early this year. thats great then, cause that means i dont have to worry about it over vacation. ...o man i think this insomniacism is getting to me...o look at the pretty colors and all those lights...ooooo...aww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110775834570400751?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/110775834570400751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=110775834570400751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110775834570400751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110775834570400751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-soo-tired-there-is-song-called-that.html' title='I&apos;m soo tired (there is a song called that too)'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-110774791732141889</id><published>2005-02-06T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T22:45:17.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shining days ahead...god i hope so</title><content type='html'>well this was an interesting week. i did okay on my report card, but my parents flipped out over a F in health. it's health, not that big of a problem. then was that nicoli thing, and if anybody questions it, he had it coming i was just the first to actually bother hitting him. then later on friday i went part shopping with herpse cause the one i have now is the biggest piece of crap. i got home and the damn thing starts crashing on me. ive learned the drumming parts for two songs that hopefully we can play. hopefully this is all looking up for me. although if you look at it, ive come a long way then i had been a year ago. now all this is is petty updating and shit, but it will hopefully work out the way i want. i still havent told my parents about the computer im building. but i cant go back now. i mean my mom probably wont mind, my dad will though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrates Patriots, my generation's dynasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110774791732141889?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/110774791732141889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=110774791732141889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110774791732141889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110774791732141889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/02/shining-days-aheadgod-i-hope-so.html' title='shining days ahead...god i hope so'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-110757562002166313</id><published>2005-02-04T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T22:53:40.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>feel good smacking (no not in that way)</title><content type='html'>well here's an interesting story. i was sitting in lunch and kevin nicoli (our resident gay/jew/black hater and wannabe neo nazi) karl something, and some other kid were just acting like asses to me. at one point i said fuck and they acted like they had never heard the word, because they just wanted to act like dicks. so i just started saying fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. Nicoli then acted like he should blow out his ears from that, that fucking prick. so i smacked him upside the head. then he got up and threatened to beat the shit out of me. so he got up and wanted to deck me. great thing is that he couldnt cause if he did then he'd get expelled. hahahaha dumbass. so now he is "gonna deck me the first time he sees me outside of school." the next week should be a fun week. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see now this is why you shouldnt treat me like crap...well that and the fact that i pissed off the person with worse anger problem. either i'm stupid or i'm very very brave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110757562002166313?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/110757562002166313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626253.post-110722914393559883</id><published>2005-01-31T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T22:39:03.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>seasons change, people don't</title><content type='html'>well this is gonna be an interesting week. its gonna suck cause report cards are coming out and i did alot shittier this term. i feel like life got really shitty all of a sudden. you know, i never tell my appreaciation to my friends during these posts. alex, logan, steve, CJ, nicole and any others that im sorry i missed. you guys keep me sane everyday...whether thats a good thing or not. dont know but i just feel like i've become a failure. i mean if you want to know why i got depressed, look at my normal day at school. i'm insulted because i'm overweight, my shirts and just because i'm me. its sad but i'm actually giving in to it, like if you hear the same thing over and over again, you start to feel that its true. these people are total assholes that i cant get away from, but...i dont know, this is stupid ranting. i wish the above assholes would a. leave me alone or b. drop off the fucking earth! these people cant stand me but want to make my life at school a living hell. well history repeats itself, and this is like a neverending cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110722914393559883?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/110722914393559883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=110722914393559883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If it's gettin' cold, reheat it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have a big boobie, have a light ass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you don't like it, you can always go gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(for guys and lesbians)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Get yourself a pussy and beat it (oh lord)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have some more pussy, have some more thigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It doesn't matter if it's wet or dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(for girls and gays)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't you make me not beat it (oh no)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;grab a little dick, have some more balls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It doesn't matter what you had for lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110713140684982772?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626253.post-110713126568581312</id><published>2005-01-30T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T19:27:45.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel so dirty...yet amused</title><content type='html'>well that last post was to say the least, interesting. i was in one of my moods. i mean aside from the 69 and threesome parts, it really wasnt so bad. i'm giving you excuses now but...i dont know what to say. it was funny listening to your reactions but i admit, that was pretty bad. i guess i'll retire the post. yea, i will but i'll save the parody. for the record, i really do not think of love/sex/women/relationships like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110713126568581312?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7626253.post-110697005785583438</id><published>2005-01-28T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T22:40:57.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday, and woes...damn you woes</title><content type='html'>its my fucking 16th birthday...holy fucking crap! i got some U2 cds, which are pretty good. this week has been exactly what i needed. first there was the money, over 500 bucks! but i really needed the breaks, ive made some mistakes and i wanted a break from it all. i got short bursts of breaks but it was needed. i dont know why it is, but life just seems to suck now. i've been writing songs, some are starting to reflect a darker side in me. i also just dont feel like me anymore. i just feel like something is left out. hell i've probably lost my identity and im just here. i'm just here. nothing more. i'll let you read my latest song, you decide what you think about me...unfortuatly, you can't now...hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(ever notice how i can't stay on the original topic of a post?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110697005785583438?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/110697005785583438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=110697005785583438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110697005785583438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110697005785583438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/01/birthday-and-woesdamn-you-woes.html' title='birthday, and woes...damn you woes'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-110685617526216240</id><published>2005-01-27T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T15:02:55.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Say It's Your Birthday!</title><content type='html'>yea, i know. its not the title of the song but the chorus. oh well, its my fucking birthday!! im 16 as of 2:17 A.M. tomorrow morning. holy crap...I'm 16, damn i can't believe it. i feel old yet, dude i can get my permit tomorrow too. and for once, can i stop you people stop with the insults. although for one day i would like permission to make as many wise cracks i want and not have anyone get all pissy. yea, and enough of the "if you're gonna be on the road then i'll stay off of it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY CRAP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You say it's your birthday&lt;br /&gt;        It's my birthday too--yeah&lt;br /&gt;        They say it's your birthday&lt;br /&gt;        We're gonna have a good time&lt;br /&gt;        I'm glad it's your birthday&lt;br /&gt;        Happy birthday to you. &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p&gt;Yes we're going to a party party&lt;br /&gt;        Yes we're going to a party party&lt;br /&gt;        Yes we're going to a party party.        &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110685617526216240?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/110685617526216240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=110685617526216240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110685617526216240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110685617526216240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-say-its-your-birthday.html' title='You Say It&apos;s Your Birthday!'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-110670802172707798</id><published>2005-01-25T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T21:53:41.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, now i have been in a happy mood for a few weeks but there are some things that i really want to tell people and hopefully shut people up.&lt;br /&gt;1. yes i am a liberal&lt;br /&gt;2. no i am not fucking gay, you goddamn pricks!&lt;br /&gt;3. i've taken a bunch of shit from people and up to this point didnt really care, but now you people are just pissing me off.&lt;br /&gt;4. i have done absolutely nothing...nothing to have to deal with this shit.&lt;br /&gt;5. if any of you continue to do this, at least i will &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; be more successful then you.&lt;br /&gt;6. would you please stop insulting me, since you dont have a basis.&lt;br /&gt;7. yes i do have friends, you mother fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;8. there is absolutly no reason why you pricks have to treat me like shit, besides the infiriority complex that some of you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110670802172707798?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/110670802172707798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=110670802172707798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110670802172707798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110670802172707798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/01/ok-now-i-have-been-in-happy-mood-for.html' title=''/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-110564567146293815</id><published>2005-01-13T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T14:47:51.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>parody of a stripper (its not bad)</title><content type='html'>if u ever heard Piano Man by billy joel, you have to admit it has a nice tune. so i came up with a parody of it about a stripper. this was all during math class, but i thought that some of you would enjoy reading the lyrics. you're going to have to think of the tune of Piano Man when you're reading it to get it. enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's nine o'clock on a Saturday&lt;br /&gt;The regular crowd shuffles in&lt;br /&gt;There's an old man sitting next to me&lt;br /&gt;Making love to the barmaid next to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "ma'am can you show me da boobies&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure how they look&lt;br /&gt;But they're large and plump&lt;br /&gt;And I knew it was a rump&lt;br /&gt;When I was in a younger man's clothes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fling us your thong, you're the stripper, man&lt;br /&gt;Fling us your thong tonight&lt;br /&gt;Well we're all in the mood for a lapdance&lt;br /&gt;And you've got us jerking tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now John at the bar is a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;He gets me my drinks for free&lt;br /&gt;And he's quick with a joke or to light up your smoke&lt;br /&gt;But there's someplace that he'd rather be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Bill, I believe this is killing me"&lt;br /&gt;As a smile ran away from his face&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'm sure that I could be a porno star&lt;br /&gt;If I could just act a little straight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Paul is a real porno novice&lt;br /&gt;Who never had time for a wife&lt;br /&gt;And he's talking with Davy, who's still in the Navy&lt;br /&gt;They're probably married for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the waitress is showing her boobies&lt;br /&gt;As the businessmen slowly get stoned&lt;br /&gt;Yes they're sharing a drink they call jerking off&lt;br /&gt;But it's better than grabbing alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;Send us your thong, you're the stripper, man&lt;br /&gt;Send us your thong tonight&lt;br /&gt;Well we're all in the mood for a lapdance&lt;br /&gt;And you've got us jerking tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt; It's a pretty good crowd for a Saturday&lt;br /&gt;And the manager gives me a smile&lt;br /&gt;'Cause he knows that it's me they've been coming to see&lt;br /&gt;To forget about wives for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the piano sounds like a carnival&lt;br /&gt;And the pole sticks to my ass&lt;br /&gt;And they sit at the bar and put bills in my bra&lt;br /&gt;And say "Ma'am why do you have a beard?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial, helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;Show us your thong, you're the stripper, man&lt;br /&gt;Show us your thong tonight&lt;br /&gt;Well we're all in the mood for a lapdance&lt;br /&gt;And you've got us jerking tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110564567146293815?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/110564567146293815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=110564567146293815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110564567146293815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110564567146293815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/01/parody-of-stripper-its-not-bad.html' title='parody of a stripper (its not bad)'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-110523644745798402</id><published>2005-01-08T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T21:07:27.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Beautiful</title><content type='html'>wow, this is great. i couldnt be happier...scratch that, i'm happier then a someone on morphine. regardless of my ankle spraine, which only hurt for the first day then i can walk with a slight limp, i am overjoyed. i have no fucking reason why. steve and i are cool. i found a new guitarist. i made our new guitarist happy by getting her a new guitar. everything is going my way. hell i even made 245 in two snow storms. damn this is great. as for the lindsey thing...lindsey who? dont care, she was just holding me down. now its time to grab life and start doing things the way i want it to go. its time, brothers and sisters,  that we should stand up for what we believe in and not let those little people hold us down. Brothers and sisters, its time we must start living life and take control of it. Long Live peace and prosperity!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110523644745798402?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/110523644745798402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=110523644745798402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110523644745798402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110523644745798402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/01/life-is-beautiful.html' title='Life is Beautiful'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-110470463589644439</id><published>2005-01-02T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T17:23:55.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>can i be more insensitive? (rethorical)</title><content type='html'>in case any of you were in a coma, or i just didnt want to explain my life to you for the past few days; i've went to the movies with Lindsey and completely fucked everything up. then friday i got pissed from lack of sleep and the bearers of bad news, so i said some things to her that i didnt mean and shouldn't have. ladies and gentleman, i have fucked this up. so i've been beating myself up over the past few days just thinking about why i fucked this up. i came to the realization that i this shit happens and i shouldnt let this get to me. so for all ears, i have something to say particularly to lindsey:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey, i know you think that "i'm sorry" doesnt mean anything so i have a few things i want to tell you. i'm sorry that i got pissed off. i'm sorry that i called you an easy slut among other things. i'm sorry that i completely fucked everything up. but hey, deal with it, shit happens. i'm beyond this, you should be to. i've been in about as much pain has being kicked in the nuts repeatedly for 10 days, over this. so as insensitive as i can be, its over, i screwed up, but that was just shit that i said. i had no meaning. i was hit in the nuts and i got back up, its time to move on. You want to be friends, fine. you want to not speak to me again, fine go right ahead. i pissed you off and i hurt you, i have no reason why you should continue to be friends with me. so i guess this is goodbye. adios. advedesae. farewell. au reviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yes ladies and gentlemen, i have just fucked this up even more. well thats how the punch lands i guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110470463589644439?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/110470463589644439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=110470463589644439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110470463589644439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110470463589644439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2005/01/can-i-be-more-insensitive-rethorical.html' title='can i be more insensitive? (rethorical)'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-110453866418809720</id><published>2004-12-31T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T19:17:44.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year my ass</title><content type='html'>its that time again. its time for all those resolutions to come true...riiiiiiiiiiight, rich people drunk on champagne and everyone saying we all have a new slate...right. ok so if we had new year's eve say...next tuesday, does that mean that everything that happened between this time and that time is all my problems with people wiped away? right, sure it is. if thats the case, i got a few shout outs and some things i want to get off my chest as the new years dawns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;alex, u are so fucking mellow, u gotta use that to attract women.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;logan, you need to lighten up and yes i am the biggest fucking ass hole this year. no need to continue telling me&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;steve, you want to get drunk by all means go ahead, and after the funeral i'll see you in hell.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;CJ, ive only met you recently, but really join the band and ill sell my left nut to science.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;josh, gotta play those RPGs but it would help if u got a new gameboy.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Lindsey, take your time to get over drew, we can all wait. (not to sound insensitive or anything)&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;my lovely, backstabbing, jackass across the street (sarcasim people), i guess ill see you playing poker with hitler, stalin and bush in hell&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;rich people in franklin, why have our kids scrounging through dumps to get books for school. should've voted for the override, you cheap sons of bitches.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;anyone who called me an asshole...well i really cant object.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;right wing conservatives (or those that think they are), 10 dead in iraq is too many, bring our boys home and let them destroy themselves.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;anyone i forgot...see you jackasses in the new year&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; hey, has anyone ever noticed how the arabs and africans keep blaming the US for their problem. i hate to disappoint them all, but the people they should really be blaming is the British. we're just the scapegoat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that you people know how i feel about most of you, i will probably get many death threats, but hey, if we dont get a clean slate...stop saying there is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110453866418809720?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/110453866418809720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=110453866418809720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110453866418809720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110453866418809720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-new-year-my-ass.html' title='happy new year my ass'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-110429016248977066</id><published>2004-12-28T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T22:16:02.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the weather outside is frightful</title><content type='html'>damn its cold out yonder. talk about snowballs, i shoveled my ass off for 6 freezing hours. but man that green sure does smell good. since its vacation, i get to spend a week working with kenny...funny shit. damn, life really does suck sometimes. i mean look at the world these days, we got rich, snooty leaders ruining our lives so that we can think we're safe and doing something right. hey, it happens in all generations, it would just be nice to change history and lead everyone to peace and equality. viva la freedom, viva la peace. and there is nothing wrong with liberalism, we all deserve to be treated the same. its high time to treat everyone with the same respect. stop being an asshole and just say hi...goddamnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110429016248977066?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/110429016248977066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=110429016248977066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110429016248977066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110429016248977066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/12/oh-weather-outside-is-frightful.html' title='Oh the weather outside is frightful'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-110384045348305461</id><published>2004-12-23T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T17:20:53.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tis the season to be jolly, whataloadofcrap...la la la la</title><content type='html'>behold, the time has come when we must dish out cash to pay for presents of all those people that have things they bloody dont need. i gave 40 dollars to two needy families this season. thats who we need to help, all those families that dont have anything this christmas. stop stuffing our faces with shit that we'll only need for maybe a few months then lose interest in it. btw what the fuck is up with "tis the season to be jolly", u know is it just me or are we soooooo fucking lazy that we cant even be jolly the entire year. "o well i havent had my coffee today, so i guess i cant be jolly...you know maybe ill just wait till christmas to be happy towards my fellow man." My god people, why cant you just be kind towards eachother, (im including myself in this, cause i explain this to myself as much as i bug you people) . merry christmas to all, and i hope you all learn a thing or to about giving to those who really need the help this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110384045348305461?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/110384045348305461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=110384045348305461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110384045348305461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110384045348305461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/12/tis-season-to-be-jolly.html' title='tis the season to be jolly, whataloadofcrap...la la la la'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-110342006627742366</id><published>2004-12-18T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T20:34:26.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>music, my dear, music</title><content type='html'>ah, music. the thing that fills us all with emotion and love. we express our feelings through song. alas i am one of those musicians. the fun of songwriting and the pain of our emotions on our paper. such is the case with my newest song. i wrote in to express what i feel about this whole lindsey thing, but im not sure if i should show it. maybe if i tweak it a little better, i can show here when we go to the movies. im not sure. she wanted to hear me sing, but i dont know if i should show her this. i dont know...ah to hell with this, shes gonna see it that night, regardless of how much it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110342006627742366?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/110342006627742366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=110342006627742366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110342006627742366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110342006627742366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/12/music-my-dear-music.html' title='music, my dear, music'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-110323486900399406</id><published>2004-12-16T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T17:07:49.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the FAQs</title><content type='html'>ladies and gentlemen, after many months of nowhereness, my dirty some guy named dude FAQs are back. for those that dont remember, or just werent around for the first time, i made these perfectly normal questions with some answers with double meanings. so for your viewing enjoyment, i bring you the old and some new FAQs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why are you secretive, are you gay? Nah, just ask my many girls.&lt;br /&gt;2. You have more then one? but dont they get jealous? nah, they're like a pimps bitches.&lt;br /&gt;3. So how long have you been going out? which ones are you talking about.&lt;br /&gt;4. Moving on, whats your favorite food? Casaba melons.&lt;br /&gt;5. Why did you do a tropical theme for your bedroom? Cause damn does it get hot in there.&lt;br /&gt;6. Did you play a sport? yea, and i hit a loooot of homeruns.&lt;br /&gt;7. Why must you make these answers so dirty? they're not dirty, they're normal.&lt;br /&gt;8. Have you ever been arrested? Uh...can we move on please.&lt;br /&gt;9. Why do you seem to sleep during the day, are you nocturnal or something? nah, they just wear me out at night.&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you sane, or should i run from you? I'm perfectly sane, just crazy in bed.&lt;br /&gt;11. Dude, why are we talking about your sex life? Is there really anything else you want to hear about.&lt;br /&gt;12. What's up with your dirty jokes? Nothing, well except for something down yonder.&lt;br /&gt;13. You really have to make some better jokes, these are just offensive? hey that wasnt a question you f***ing pr***.&lt;br /&gt;14. Is there a point to continuing this? What...sorry i was sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110323486900399406?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/110323486900399406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=110323486900399406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110323486900399406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110323486900399406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/12/return-of-faqs.html' title='Return of the FAQs'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-110314815734445985</id><published>2004-12-15T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T17:02:37.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>growing resentment for all</title><content type='html'>i admit, im insecure. i am resentful of almost everyone. and why not, im in the stupidest classes in the world, i have never had a girlfriend, ive been depressed and my band is a load of crappy shit. i resent most people. i make jokes because i want to hide my resentment, until of course i cant stand holding it in and my feelings about something come out. thus is the case with some of my most recent things, from my failed attempts at hitting on girls, to my steve problem. i resent them, i cant stand some of these people. maybe im just one of those people that crave attention, or i just dont want to feel left out...which by now should feel like second nature to me. whatever, it sucks, just deal with and it should move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110314815734445985?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/110314815734445985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=110314815734445985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110314815734445985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110314815734445985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/12/growing-resentment-for-all.html' title='growing resentment for all'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-110314769749058223</id><published>2004-12-15T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T16:54:57.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>screw him, screw you, screw everyone.</title><content type='html'>well, steve unblocked me, turns out his thing got screwed up and it cleared the blocked people. i dont really care about it anymore. yea we had our comings and goings, but its just over. big deal, its over. he wants to screw his life...so be it. its not like i care about the kid anymore anyway. its sad really...that i couldnt give a shit about watching my friend's life slowly rot away. ah well...screw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110314769749058223?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/110314769749058223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=110314769749058223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110314769749058223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110314769749058223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/12/screw-him-screw-you-screw-everyone.html' title='screw him, screw you, screw everyone.'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-110306402496376901</id><published>2004-12-14T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T17:40:24.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm dreaming of a white christmas</title><content type='html'>like that bing crosby song, i am dreaming of a white christmas. if its white i shovel and see the green. btw has anyone ever realized that all christianity is, is just a bunch of people worshipping a man claiming to be the son of God. i think i saw jesus the other day, he was arrested in natick mall for proclaiming the world will end.  so essentually we're following what we like to call "crazy people" who claim they're the son of God, only this was the first of them. funny how the only records of him was made like 200 years after he supposidly died. its amazing. simply amazing, that we humans say that all these people are "crazy" and yet, we worship one of those "crazy" people. we are a world of hypocrites. each and everyone of us are hypocrites. sad really, but i guess i must admit to being one to...not like i am one of those perfect people and cant &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;possibly &lt;/span&gt;be a hypocrite, but alas i am. well you know how ive been so much against drinking and drugs, and yet last night i had a strong urge to have a drink and get wasted. i realize its wrong, but i want to drink just to see what its like, and just to drink all my sorrows away. oh well... it may happen, i doubt it will though...because im just that much of a goody goody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110306402496376901?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/110306402496376901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=110306402496376901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110306402496376901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110306402496376901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-dreaming-of-white-christmas.html' title='I&apos;m dreaming of a white christmas'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-110282536712331705</id><published>2004-12-11T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T23:22:47.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am what I am and thats all that I am</title><content type='html'>Many of you who have heard my recent acolades with me stating my mind with people are probably wondering why. well...I admit, i have recently been pissing people off on purpose. I do this simply because, well one I enjoy seeing people get pissed at me, and I don't care what people think of me. some of you has asked me "well, why dont you just go along with them." hey even jesus had his limits, mine are just lower. i've been picked on and ridiculed for years, and you know what, some are funny, very funny and i cant help but laugh. but there are some people that have an infirorority complex or something, cause they just try to piss me off to make them feel powerful. if i want to beat the shit out of you, just to make you realize your place in life, always trying to feel larger then you are. for the record, there is maybe 5 people at most that piss me off enough to make me want to just punch them in the jaw. yea, speaking of punching people in the jaw, never go against a defensive lineman unless you can throw the first punch. another reason why i piss people off, or could care less about doing it is that i really dont care what people think of me. the past few years has made me realize that i shouldnt keep my opinons bottled up cause no one would know what they are. i treat everyday like it was my last and i want people to know how i feel about them. so anyone who thinks im a complete and utter jackass, i cant argue with that and i probably think your a bunch of fucking assholes anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i may go off topic, do you people realize that i dont stick to what everybody else does, and just write what goes on everyday. i take on incident and delve into it. i dont really like doing the whole "what goes on in my day" thing, its not my cup of tea so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110282536712331705?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/110282536712331705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=110282536712331705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110282536712331705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110282536712331705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-am-what-i-am-and-thats-all-that-i-am.html' title='I am what I am and thats all that I am'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-110213626671432779</id><published>2004-12-03T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T23:57:46.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All You Need Is Love?</title><content type='html'>the Beatles once wrote a song called All You Need is Love. maybe they were right, all you really need in life is love. i mean without love, what are we? A bunch of organs worth 89 cents. without love, i guess we cant really have emotions, since in order to hate, you need love. maybe i just want to fit in, i just want to be someone or have someone OUTSIDE MY FAMILY just care for me. it'd be nice. i dont care about the whole "teenage love sucks". i dont care what they say. funny how life treats you like shit sometimes. well...i guess that wasnt really funny. ah screw it, its late and im babbling. what i dont get is...why do people think of me as only a fat smart guy. ive seen people being shallow, but this is really bad. im more then just cellulite and brains, im sensitive, a complete smartass, and i fight for what i believe in. why dont people just look into people before they judge. I'm disgusted with these people and im going to bed. open your eyes and look into their minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And in the end&lt;br /&gt;         The love you take&lt;br /&gt;         Is equal to the love you make." - "The End" the Beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110213626671432779?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/110213626671432779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=110213626671432779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110213626671432779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110213626671432779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/12/all-you-need-is-love.html' title='All You Need Is Love?'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-110116781119431009</id><published>2004-11-22T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T18:56:51.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just to clear some things up</title><content type='html'>i am writing this to clear some things up.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i wanted steve to leave for a number of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;yes, steve left the band&lt;br /&gt;no, i did not force him out, i told him about what i think was going to happen&lt;br /&gt;yes, he did leave volentarily.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i still want to be friends with him.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i think that if we stayed as a band then music clashes would occur.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i do realize that this was foolish.&lt;br /&gt;yes, logan is pissed at me.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am screwed.&lt;br /&gt;yes, alex still doesnt know.&lt;br /&gt;yes, steve and i agree that we were drifting too much&lt;br /&gt;no, this was not the reason why he left.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am repeating answers, and i act like a politician&lt;br /&gt;yes, i am babbling now,&lt;br /&gt;no, i never said to steve that logan and alex were behind me.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i asked steve if he wanted to stay in the band&lt;br /&gt;no, i never told him to leave.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i did consult logan and alex first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110116781119431009?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/110116781119431009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=110116781119431009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110116781119431009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110116781119431009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/11/just-to-clear-some-things-up.html' title='just to clear some things up'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-110115906037481315</id><published>2004-11-22T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T16:34:19.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>band dilemmas</title><content type='html'>well if you have been keeping up with my steve problem, we got into a heated argument and then i apologized. I stated in my post about how the kid drinks, that i'm taking the band in my own hands and kicking him out. well i didnt kick him out, tempted to but i didnt. if im gonna do it then i need the others to agree with me. well, i could get alex to side with me, but logan wont. damn guitarists, cant understand them. but i guess if we did kick him out, logan will get upset and i'll be in charge of finding a new singer/guitarist that doesnt have that much of a difference in music tastes. i guess thats also a problem i for see happening. it might not last if we all have different music tastes, i mean alex and i both like the classic rock feel (U2, Beatles, that sort of thing) logan...well i dont even know what logan likes...i think hes a bit of everything. but steve is emo (what ever the fuck emo is) correct me if im wrong but isnt that like a combo of punk, hard rock and grunge. something like that, they yell alot lets just go with that. so you see steve and i are to different now. i think that it would be easier if we got someone that can sing and doesnt mind or likes the same types of music. fine logan if you're reading this, yes i resent steve, yes i want him out for someone else, and yes i will beat you with a vacuum cleaner filled with rocks (gotta give credit to steve for that one) if you keep claiming that you cant sing when i've heard you. Alex, you dont talk much, i respect that cause you hold your own, so since you dont want to sing you can be back up singers. steve, look im sorry but we're just to distant to work that well anymore, if we had done this a year ago like we planned then i would see no problem with it. we just lost that friendship we had, and...well...you're fired...well maybe...possibly. hey i still want to try and keep this friendship alive but as a band, we may just be hurting our friendship more then helping. rucki if you are still reading because you and logan havent been completely disgusted by what i have said. lets just get one thing straight...with out me you would not be having a band, or movie, or whatever other twisted ideas i can come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i am a jackass and i'm proud of it. cause without jackasses like me, there is no such thing as harsh love. (actually i can be very sweet and sensitive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110115906037481315?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/110115906037481315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=110115906037481315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110115906037481315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110115906037481315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/11/band-dilemmas.html' title='band dilemmas'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-110105404478685900</id><published>2004-11-21T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T11:20:44.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My apologies</title><content type='html'>well, i admit, i feel like shit. i judged one of my best friends and only saw him as a possible alcoholic. i was wrong, there's more to him then just alcohol. i try not to judge people since i have unhappy experiences with people judging me. i shouldn't have judged him solely because he drinks. i realize that yes 3/4 of the school drinks and only half will die before they're 21 or become bums. i guess i just dont want him to end up like me. if you're reading this steve, i'm sorry that i judged you to quickly and overreacticed, im just trying to look out for you and tried to help. fine we've drifted over the past few years but hey, i've been there for ya, all three of us have been there for ya (logan and alex). I was wrong, i admit it and I'm sorry i judged you for doing something 3 times that others have done for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110105404478685900?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/110105404478685900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=110105404478685900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110105404478685900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110105404478685900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-apologies.html' title='My apologies'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-110099582436884350</id><published>2004-11-20T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T19:10:24.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>drinking to get drunk</title><content type='html'>I'd never thought I could do it. I'm actually pissed off with steve to the point that I don't want anything to do with him. He has "had gotten drunk 3 times since the summer." ok fine, you may not think that's a reason for getting pissed at this kid. Even I admit that this isnt really a viable reason for not wanting to associate myself with him. maybe my depression opened up my eyes to something. I don't know, I've had resentment against the kid for a while now. I don't know why, I just felt like he was gonna stab me in the back at some point. we were friends but since 8th grade (when my jackass neighbor accused me) we just don't seem like the best friends we once were. I can't stand his friends and I'm sure that he can't stand mine, and I realize that this happens. We just lost that friendship we once had. Now that he drinks, in his defense he's only gotten drunk 3 times but, hey three times is to many. the kid is only 15, hes still a kid and shouldnt be drinking by now. look i realize that teenagers by this age have probably had at least a sip of some alcoholic drink. i've come from an extended family that has or had alcoholics in it. I just don't want to see this kid become the same thing.  Fine he's had a a few drinks and has gotten drunk every time he drinks. It's time that we should part ways now. i doubt that he'll get into a drunk driving accident, but still he should know that he is a bright kid, extremly bright, but he is just acting like a moron now. Is it really that hard to either say no to someone who offers you a drink? I guess for this kid and those soon-to-be alcoholics in my school who drink now, they're not gonna become anything, they're just kidding themselves that they are. I would've rather let me kill myself months ago then stay in this friendship the way its going. He probably doesnt care (I really dont care that much what he thinks anyway) that I'm taking the band in my hands and offically kicking him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my best friend of 9 years, adios compadre (in case you're too drunk to understand it, it means "Goodbye friend" yea thats a laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-110099582436884350?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/110099582436884350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=110099582436884350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110099582436884350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/110099582436884350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/11/drinking-to-get-drunk.html' title='drinking to get drunk'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-109951805000393482</id><published>2004-11-03T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T16:40:50.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Election day reaction</title><content type='html'>WE LOST!!?? WE FUCKING LOST! that goddamn jackass got his way and bought himself into the white house a second fucking time. you whats the sad part, because of those fucking conservatives we are gonna have no gay marriage rights, pro life or a decent economy. we lost everything. we lost the senate, house and the white house. its time to fight it. we can no longer sit idley by as bush republicans tear this country apart in there own twisted idea of a conservative america. it's time for a change for the better. damn the republicans. fight the power. i'm gonna start a protest, but not just any protest in this democratic state. no no no. we're going all the way. send this to the white house. we are gonna protest in D.C. itself. its time to get our rights back! PEOPLE, ITS TIME FOR CHANGE. PROTEST THE ELECTION. HELP PUT THE REAL PRESIDENT IN THE WHITE HOUSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-109951805000393482?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/109951805000393482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=109951805000393482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109951805000393482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109951805000393482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/11/election-day-reaction.html' title='Election day reaction'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-109916207378818578</id><published>2004-10-30T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T14:47:53.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what people have learned from mob movies/video games</title><content type='html'>in honor of all those mob movies out and the new Grand Theft Auto game i have made a list of all those things and life lessons that we have learned from such things. (dont actually do this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. never piss off a mobster when you ask for your money (goodfellas)&lt;br /&gt;2. samuel L. Jackson can never survive as someone who works for the mob (goodfellas/GTA San Andreas)&lt;br /&gt;3. coke will always ruin your chances for surviving the mob (goodfellas/scarface)&lt;br /&gt;4. you can always make an offer they can't refuse (godfather)&lt;br /&gt;5. if you piss them off never sit in the passenger seat (any mob movie)&lt;br /&gt;6. if you're married to a guy with connections and he never came home, don't go looking for him (any mob movie)&lt;br /&gt;7. never act as a wise guy to anybody with a mobster (goodfellas/godfather)&lt;br /&gt;8. always pack a weapon regardless if they're friendly or not (mob movies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-109916207378818578?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/109916207378818578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=109916207378818578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109916207378818578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109916207378818578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-people-have-learned-from-mob.html' title='what people have learned from mob movies/video games'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-109813241410373264</id><published>2004-10-18T16:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T16:46:54.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing the World</title><content type='html'>I'm sick of the world. not because I'm going through depression (I'm WAY beyond that) it's because everything in this world is fucking stupid. What happened to the concept of freedom and equality for all. did we lose it all when we elected politicians who care more for their money then the rights, and freedom for all. the fact that people are judged on the clothes they wear then their intelligence. the fact that you can get become socially acceptable by ruining your life with smoking pot is truely the lowest. okay, call me a Quaker if you like, it is time for a change for the better. enough with all this gay marriage bull or any of this crap you have to do to become socailaly acceptable. it may be to hard to change the entire world, just try and change your little corner of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-109813241410373264?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/109813241410373264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=109813241410373264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109813241410373264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109813241410373264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/10/changing-world.html' title='Changing the World'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-109744904895961812</id><published>2004-10-10T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T18:58:05.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day, Another Dollar</title><content type='html'>well this was a dull day. not much happened. could be better but it could always be worse. the guys are coming over friday for a "bar christening" and a poker game. the bar...thats right a bar...is almost finished we just need to build it, and stain the wood and get a fridge. I guess tricking out my room is the only real plan that i attempted and succeeded with. I guess it could always be worse, I might not have started anything and still be doing nothing. although i don't know if its better that i started it but never finished then never trying. Its like "having love and lost then to never have loved at all"...although i had to luck in that department. o well, one of these days after i slimmed off a few pounds (like 40) then maybe girls will start looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-109744904895961812?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/109744904895961812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=109744904895961812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109744904895961812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109744904895961812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/10/another-day-another-dollar.html' title='Another Day, Another Dollar'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-109649247027852896</id><published>2004-09-29T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T17:14:30.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lonelyness</title><content type='html'>okay, now I am finished with the whole depression thing, but I just can't help feeling that everyone I once knew and thought of as my friends are growing away from me. I know that everyone changes and life goes on despite it. I just can't help feeling alone, even though I hang around with people and joke with them. I feel like something is missing in my life. Maybe it's my lack of love (which is possible but I dont really care about getting it at this time) or maybe its my lack of having anything that I worked my ass off to get things done (my movie, band, books, basically everything i do in my offtime). I still love hanging with my friends and just doing everything I'm doing now. I guess I can't really explain the lonliness and pain that I have and the lack of something in my life. I don't know what the fucking hell it is but...I don't know...it's something that just isn't there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ironic thing is...I was originally gonna make this the "I'm Back!!" post and talk about how I'm back to my old self and my ego is back to laugh at all of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love my old self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-109649247027852896?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/109649247027852896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=109649247027852896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109649247027852896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109649247027852896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/09/lonelyness.html' title='lonelyness'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-109589606159999442</id><published>2004-09-22T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T19:34:21.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitler, Stalin and Bush</title><content type='html'>this is my first bush-bashing post but it will hopefully not be the last. ok now before Hitler came to power, about the early 1930's, the nazi political group gained control of the Riechztag (their version of a Congress) with that they managed to get Hitler into power. in the late Clinton administration, the republicians managed to get Bush into office. Now Bush decided to create the Patriot Act, which is by far the WORSE law to get passed in congress. it basically said that if you speak out against the government or said something like "BOMB" the government would pick you up and arrest you for treason and terrorisim. now doesnt that kinda go along the lines of what the KGB did in the U.S.S.R. Now Stalin used fear to rule his country, fear that if they didnt listen to him, then they were dead. Bush also uses fear to rule us, by saying that a terrorist attack is imminent. as dick cheny said recently "If you vote for Kerry, another terrorist attack will happen" gee...now doesnt that sound like he may be behind it maybe...hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-109589606159999442?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/109589606159999442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=109589606159999442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109589606159999442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109589606159999442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/09/hitler-stalin-and-bush.html' title='Hitler, Stalin and Bush'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-109589369569911789</id><published>2004-09-22T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T18:54:55.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>f***ing morons part 3 (ugh)</title><content type='html'>ok, so I did fail english honors last year, and I did go to summer school (which I passed with flying colors) but does this mean that I should go to a sped class. I was put in English 10 cp, so i was figuring that this would be easier and less work then my honors class last year, it didn't pan out that way. turns out that the A period english is the less then par when it comes to intelligence class. apparently, thats the reason why we have a second teacher come in. sad part about is that my fucking class is soo fucking stupid that they dont know the shit we learned in middle school. see this is a perfect example of what sex, drugs and...well any other bad shit that those damn "cool people" do, does to the mind. of all the fucking pricks i had to get stuck with, it had to be those fucking morons that dont know shit. god I hope they drop put when they reach 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what other "f***ing morons" posts will come up next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-109589369569911789?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/109589369569911789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=109589369569911789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109589369569911789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109589369569911789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/09/fing-morons-part-3-ugh.html' title='f***ing morons part 3 (ugh)'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-109544953091079983</id><published>2004-09-17T15:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T15:32:10.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a student and a gentleman</title><content type='html'>ok so lets see, im single and i'll probably die alone, unless i can find a girl. so lets see, the reason why girls wouldnt go out with me is that they judge me to quickly. yea so i wear hawaiian shirts that doesnt mean that I'm gay. so i am overweight, but what you people don't understand is that im a kind, smart, funny (well i'm funny to those with a sense of humor), gentleman. I'm not like those guys that you think is soooo cool or sooo hot. I may not be cool or hot, but I'm a rare breed of man. I am a true gentleman, I treat women with respect. I don't act like those "hot and cool" guys that con their "girlfriends" into giving them blowjobs. I dont belittle people. I have the personality that most girls look for but none of you know that because all you see is the uncool and not hot. I'm successful, the guy thats gonna make it in the world. i will be the next Bill Gates. hell, if i play my cards right i will be one of the greatest presidents the country has ever seen. Alas the only ones who truely know what I'm like will...on second thought, i dont think any of you girls actually know what I'm like. look there are a lot of girls that guys will go out with but the girls only go out with those chosen few guys. make it more equal and go out with guys that ask you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're a good man, there are damn few of us left." -the late William F. Coughlin, something I've heard all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-109544953091079983?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/109544953091079983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=109544953091079983' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109544953091079983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109544953091079983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/09/student-and-gentleman.html' title='a student and a gentleman'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-109486825025658266</id><published>2004-09-10T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T22:04:10.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rap is crap (and any other bad music)</title><content type='html'>hey I told you that I was gonna rant about crap...whoops i mean rap...and other music sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was said when it came out and still holds true, "RAP IS CRAP" rap should only be listened by inner city black kids who enjoy names like the Murderers (sadly thats an actual rap group). rap is the biggest injury to our ears. everytime someone outside of the city (say surburbia) listens to rap, their ears are bleeding or they wish that happened. its as bad as listening to mariachie. AHH!!! rap isnt for white kids, its like the whole white kids cant jump, its just not for them. rap should be restricted to the inner city (where they can actually understand that shit). bring back classic rock, like zepplin or stones, not the murderers or any other crime related groups. rap makes it all more enjoyable to watch paint dry then listen to a guy make a song about screwing a hooker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-109486825025658266?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/109486825025658266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=109486825025658266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109486825025658266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109486825025658266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/09/rap-is-crap-and-any-other-bad-music.html' title='rap is crap (and any other bad music)'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-109458990741254798</id><published>2004-09-07T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T16:45:07.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>goths and other people types</title><content type='html'>okay, now you people know about Goths (you know those guys that wear complete black) well who are they trying to impress? what the fuck is up with you people, you say that you want to be a "social outcast", but you deliberately wear black b/c you want attention. Being a goth isnt new or unusual, so why do you treat it like it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we get to talk all about the fashion of teenage girls (All the guys can jump for joy). okay now will someone explain to me why its fashionable to look like hookers? they look like they're sluts, and they act like sluts, so wouldnt it be normal to treat them like sluts? okay, so you look like sluts and act like sluts but when you are told that you look and act like it, you get all pissed off. hmm...thats a tough on, it would seem that if you dont like to be called a slut or treated like one, dont dress like one. who cares if people dislike you b/c you dont look like a slut. That's a good thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for what everyone has been waiting for! I get to insult drug users in highschool! okay what is so fucking cool about smoking pot or becoming a crack user? wheres the glamor? the only thing you get out of it is a cheap thrill that will ruin your life because of your addiction, also like conning your "girlfriend" into giving you a quick blowjob or a one night stand, then you get a STD or a kid. this isnt the way to go. choose a different path. wait...on second thought...all you freaking addicts, since life is way to tough for you and you dont even want to bother with it...do us all a favor and DROP OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH!! we dont need you around. we have enough problems in the world without you people screwing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for the next post all about ranting against rap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-109458990741254798?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/109458990741254798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=109458990741254798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109458990741254798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109458990741254798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/09/goths-and-other-people-types.html' title='goths and other people types'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-109364612912658163</id><published>2004-08-27T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T18:35:29.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>coming out of the closest (well not in the gay sense but this is a little revealing)</title><content type='html'>ok now i admit that I'm coming out of the closet, no I'm not gay for all you pricks that will nag me for this too. i admit it, that for sometime now (since about the beginning of freshman year) i have been suffering from depression. although it is a normal thing for teenagers to experience, mine was a little more. i admit that i did think of suicide as my only way out. greatfully i did not act on it. I have recovered from it but relapses are normal. i as part of the recovery process it is normal to finally admit that i did suffer from it. so hear it is, i was depressed, i did think of suicide and for any of those that are gonna make a big deal out of this, go to hell because this is in my past and is a situation that i wish to forget but I have learned alot from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-109364612912658163?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/109364612912658163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=109364612912658163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109364612912658163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109364612912658163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/08/coming-out-of-closest-well-not-in-gay.html' title='coming out of the closest (well not in the gay sense but this is a little revealing)'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-109364564351063962</id><published>2004-08-27T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T18:27:23.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>last days</title><content type='html'>Alas, friends, the summer is winding down and school is starting soon. I am full of anguish and joyfulness that school is starting and i have learn more street smarts. these street smarts, which i learned from my boss who grew up in Southie during the times of Whitey, have made me able to intimidate others who are pissing me off. (look into those last two posts for details on that) intimidation is what makes this world so great. alas this school year is coming and the pricks are arriving. o well, the more pricks the more i can try to get them to lay off. anyway, im working on a double date with steve next friday...and i need a date...hmm, o well at least I'm becoming more socialable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-109364564351063962?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/109364564351063962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=109364564351063962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109364564351063962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109364564351063962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/08/last-days.html' title='last days'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-109354745447522670</id><published>2004-08-26T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T16:20:58.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>f***ing morons part 2 (the warning)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;What the fuck, you little bastards. What the fuck is wrong with this goddamn world. Jesus Christ, all you fucking pricks got nothing better to do then to laugh at a 3rd grader. why dont you go fuck yourself too. start calling me something too if you get so much enjoyment in laughing or insulting people. You know who you are, you're a fucking prick and should die a lonely old man. stop conning your girlfriend in giving you blowjobs, and tripping acid and get a life you fucking pricks. make the fucking world a better place and stop insulting people just for the hell of it. I know all the shit that you people will pull off to say that "I'm not one of those people" please. You may think I'm stupid but believe me when I tell you that you pull any of that shit on me and you will regret it....I just cant wait for school to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy named dude &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-109354745447522670?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/109354745447522670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=109354745447522670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109354745447522670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109354745447522670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/08/fing-morons-part-2-warning.html' title='f***ing morons part 2 (the warning)'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-109347653156853776</id><published>2004-08-25T19:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T19:28:51.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>f***ing morons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i tend to wonder who i am. what are my good sides? my charm, humor and sense of style? and yet i cant help but wonder; how do girls fall for those "popular" guys who smoke pot and do acid. hello!? get it through your heads, the guys that u think are soooo cool cause they do all this outrageous stuff, are gonna end up living in a hellhole of an apartment living with their girlfriends that they got pregnant and only making enough money to keep up their addiction. its those people that ALL YOU FUCKING PRICKS ignore or insult are the ones that will be making millions of dollars after highschool (me and a few of my friends included). and you know what we wont be there to support you, unless you're hot...then maybe. to any and all guys out there that think they're so high and mighty...leave me the fuck alone, stop doing acid and get the hell away from my life you fucking pricks.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-109347653156853776?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/109347653156853776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=109347653156853776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109347653156853776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109347653156853776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/08/fing-morons.html' title='f***ing morons'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-109347644882756504</id><published>2004-08-25T18:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T19:27:28.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>summer misery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Alas, the summer is ending, and yet my life for the summer is still not fulfilled. I have yet to complete any of my dreams for the summer. I have yet to find a girl, start shooting my movie, get one of my books published, avoid summer school, make good money at my job (although some would deny that this isnt good money), or discover who i am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-109347644882756504?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/109347644882756504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=109347644882756504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109347644882756504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109347644882756504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/08/summer-misery.html' title='summer misery'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-109043282855462856</id><published>2004-07-21T13:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T14:00:28.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>misery and woe</title><content type='html'>man this damn movie is one big pain in the ass. not only is writing the screenplay painfully long. but we are also plauged by people who can't act, but we dont even know if the town will allow us to put this on. we have a great story but this all sucks. we dont know if we have the cast. we dont know if we can get enough props. we dont even know if the town will allow us to do it. goddamn it life is so hard for a director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-109043282855462856?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/109043282855462856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=109043282855462856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109043282855462856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109043282855462856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/07/misery-and-woe.html' title='misery and woe'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-109028668724196918</id><published>2004-07-19T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T21:24:47.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>prop problems</title><content type='html'>ok well you know that dick and I are working on an amature mob flick. well there's one problem. how the heck are we gonna get all those props. the toy guns, the blood packets, the cars. man talk about mob deliemas. this movie is probably not my parents favorite idea of what I could be doing with this idea of directing, writing, editing, and starring. but you know what, this is what im working on and this is what i shall do. it doesnt matter if my parents dont think its in my best interest but at least im not lounging around getting fatter. since i am currently waiting on my parents "ok" so i can get drums for our band, this works just as well. problem is, is that i need a bunch of stuff. i need toy guns for props, i need cast members and i need a dvd video camera and editing software. who knows, if it's any good, which is how it looks so far, dick and i can go into the movie buisness if this band thing doesnt work out. oh well, lets just say this is my summer of dreams, work on band, work on updating my damn PCI video card computer, and my mob movie. funny thing is, is that if this all works out my horizion looks very bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-109028668724196918?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/109028668724196918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=109028668724196918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109028668724196918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109028668724196918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/07/prop-problems.html' title='prop problems'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-109028616371702962</id><published>2004-07-19T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T21:16:03.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>now starring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;well here's a new idea. let's make a amature movie. but not just any movie, a mob movie. yay. well at least I'm not in this alone. alex...whoops I mean dick...is co-directing, co-writing, co-editing and here's a new one, co-starring. that's right, he's actually coming out of his behind the scenes. he plays the right hand man/main driver, but not just anybody's right hand man, my right hand man. log and guy are in this too, they play the&amp;nbsp;bodyguards, other mob dudes. along with them comes, m&amp;amp;m and RM. they also play the other two mob guys. i won't spoil the plot, but let's just say that two will be personally "whacked." now all we need all those extras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-109028616371702962?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/109028616371702962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=109028616371702962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109028616371702962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/109028616371702962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/07/now-starring.html' title='now starring'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7626253.post-108977382451665709</id><published>2004-07-13T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T22:57:04.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome friends</title><content type='html'>friends, people, countrymen: Lend me your eyes. i decided to start a blog. why? don't know; maybe to tell the world of my struggle, to make jokes, or just because im bored. oh well. anyway its a guy named dude. i have a crazy psyco messed up sociopathic neighbor who probably put a price on my head. why you ask (even if you didn't I'm still gonna tell you anyway) He made up some shit about me and got me into juvy court. while he was doing this there was a court forced no contact rule. so what does he do, he harrasses me and my parents. anyway because of him I went into a depression that i am only now getting out of. but now i've realized my true friends; guy, log and dick. (hahahaha dick, log hahaha o boy gotta love penis humor) anyway I'm still weary on welcoming new friendships and working on old ones. it could be worse. it can always be worse. but guy, log, dick and I are working on a band. I'm hoping for a rock band but with a more of a classic rock sound. (too much listening to the Beatles, which is by far one of the greatest bands) i have no girl. tough living as a once social outcast but slowly working his way up the social ladder. if need be intimidation of rivals always works. moving off the subject, I am a catholic, straight guy, sorry dude, who is working for equal rights for all gays and the stoppage of the genocide in sudan. i leave you with this very powerful motto.(yah right)  POWER TO THE PEOPLE!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7626253-108977382451665709?l=guynamedude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/feeds/108977382451665709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7626253&amp;postID=108977382451665709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/108977382451665709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7626253/posts/default/108977382451665709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guynamedude.blogspot.com/2004/07/welcome-friends.html' title='welcome friends'/><author><name>guy named dude</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06290506223009486703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
