<?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-5460454277889464610</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:51:16.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ryan Schultz Speaks</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nounderscores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376297825024508679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_675pUwz7wjs/SM1t2RZjpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sJ0tfood4JU/S220/IMG_0902.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460454277889464610.post-7820402550826379763</id><published>2008-10-21T01:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T02:10:52.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How many cans...</title><content type='html'>Well well,&lt;div&gt;tonight turned out to be one of the best nights Ive had in quite some time...regardless of if my friends had a shitty night or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I saw minus the bear again (one of my top 5 bands ever). It was the first time I had seen them as a single man and it was better than ever I think...different at least. I got 5 free packs of smokes, a free zippo and a free shirt (which I will never wear...do i look an xl). But the shining moment of the evening was minus the bear buying me 2 shots of jack...really, Im not sure Ive ever felt cooler (im sure I have....but this was up there). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sadly, I felt like the oldest dude at the show (and Im sure I was close to it) and the girls wearing six inch heels trying to figure out who the uhaul driver for the band was (just so they could get closer to the band) really put a damper on my night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Another thing that put said damper on my night was losing a very drunk angela half way throug the show and not finding her until, at least, an hour after the show. Something had pissed her off (when doesnt something...I speak like you know the girl) and she decided to leave halfway through mtbs set...meh, as I often say all's well that ends well...although Im still waiting to hear that she got home safely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As always, Im drunk. Tonight Im in a great mood(despite having drank PBR most of the night) and Im feeling all kinds of optimistic about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That is all, Im gonna eat my sandwich now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. mtb played "I lost all my money at the cockfights" tonight, it was the first time I had heard it live and, in case you dont know, that song describes my life (or possibly just my drunken mindset) more than any song ever...it was glorious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5460454277889464610-7820402550826379763?l=nounderscores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/feeds/7820402550826379763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460454277889464610&amp;postID=7820402550826379763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/7820402550826379763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/7820402550826379763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/2008/10/how-many-cans.html' title='How many cans...'/><author><name>nounderscores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376297825024508679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_675pUwz7wjs/SM1t2RZjpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sJ0tfood4JU/S220/IMG_0902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460454277889464610.post-372319201000062051</id><published>2008-10-19T01:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T01:50:42.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>well...</title><content type='html'>Im drunk....but i have nothing bad to say...tonight was a good night for a number of reasons...none of which I can say without offending someone, im sure. haha gas chambers and death trains.&lt;div&gt;goodnight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5460454277889464610-372319201000062051?l=nounderscores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/feeds/372319201000062051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460454277889464610&amp;postID=372319201000062051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/372319201000062051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/372319201000062051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/2008/10/well.html' title='well...'/><author><name>nounderscores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376297825024508679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_675pUwz7wjs/SM1t2RZjpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sJ0tfood4JU/S220/IMG_0902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460454277889464610.post-119509837451062209</id><published>2008-10-18T20:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:39:59.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's try it this way</title><content type='html'>This is my pre drinking blog. As in Im not drinking yet. I woke up to a surprise blog post, surprise IM conversation (embarassing too), and surprise...an empty fifth of captain. So I decided to try this sober for once. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I started my new job today, Im back in the pizza business, but it's temporary (two months temporary) and knowing that Im moving and going back to school soonish makes this whole situation a lot easier to swallow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Im boring when Im sober, Ill be back in a few hours.&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/5460454277889464610-119509837451062209?l=nounderscores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/feeds/119509837451062209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460454277889464610&amp;postID=119509837451062209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/119509837451062209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/119509837451062209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/2008/10/lets-try-it-this-way.html' title='Let&apos;s try it this way'/><author><name>nounderscores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376297825024508679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_675pUwz7wjs/SM1t2RZjpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sJ0tfood4JU/S220/IMG_0902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460454277889464610.post-3323242019964958682</id><published>2008-10-17T23:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:02:23.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The shyest attempt I'd ever seen at conversation</title><content type='html'>hello,&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Im kinda drunk...It was my dads birthday today, he is 50...ive been around for half of his life now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So anyway, Im moving come the end of december, and no matter what Im going to be living with an ex girlfriend, Im not sure how I feel about that. Right now it feels like Ive slept with everyone Ive ever known...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I should stop I have to work in the AM....that's right, Ive got a job....and a dog named doug who pisses on my floor...that's right Ive got a floor...so what, so what, so what?!&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/5460454277889464610-3323242019964958682?l=nounderscores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/feeds/3323242019964958682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460454277889464610&amp;postID=3323242019964958682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/3323242019964958682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/3323242019964958682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/2008/10/shyest-attempt-id-ever-seen-at.html' title='The shyest attempt I&apos;d ever seen at conversation'/><author><name>nounderscores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376297825024508679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_675pUwz7wjs/SM1t2RZjpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sJ0tfood4JU/S220/IMG_0902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460454277889464610.post-6925330600566120669</id><published>2008-10-12T01:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:30:19.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I live in the buckeye state but Im living Garden State</title><content type='html'>What the fuck...Ive been unable to sign into this for weeks and suddenly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; automatically signed in...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;whatev&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;div&gt;So...I have a few things to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For the first time since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mallory&lt;/span&gt; and I broke up I feel hopeful about my future, the last...5 months (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;jesus&lt;/span&gt; god) my main focus has been not dying and/or killing myself. Now I have something that resembles a plan for the future, I wont go into great detail until its more certain but it involves school (not in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;columbus&lt;/span&gt;) and moving...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;weeee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had the best conversation I may have ever had with my mother tonight...I was completely sober, completely honest and completely blown away by her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;understanding&lt;/span&gt;....or acceptance either way it was really great. I had 2 really good conversations today now that i think about it. I really think that me and my mom could, as a team, be the smartest person in any room we enter together (if that makes any sense)....enough about my mom, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; a 24 year old man....right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ugh I realized so many things today that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;shouldve&lt;/span&gt; realized months ago...I suppose everybody works at their own pace...and while I was sober earlier, I certainly am not now so gathering my thoughts is a chore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The last month has been shit...the months upcoming should be better...and there is no way 2009 can be possibly worse than 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Heather and I are done, I blew her off too many times I suppose, I am in no way ready for a relationship anyway...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; either...and, yea, she is pretty hot but I just cant deal with hearing about animals 9/10s of the time we are talking...for real...I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; give a shit (sorry if you read this...but really, try to think of something more interesting to say to the next guy you try to date)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was pulled over this week by a dude I went to high school with....what the fuck, Where is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;natalie&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;portman&lt;/span&gt;...and why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt; she falling in love with me yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that is all for now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5460454277889464610-6925330600566120669?l=nounderscores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/feeds/6925330600566120669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460454277889464610&amp;postID=6925330600566120669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/6925330600566120669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/6925330600566120669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-live-in-buckeye-state-but-im-living.html' title='I live in the buckeye state but Im living Garden State'/><author><name>nounderscores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376297825024508679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_675pUwz7wjs/SM1t2RZjpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sJ0tfood4JU/S220/IMG_0902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460454277889464610.post-7140453773438290959</id><published>2008-09-21T14:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T14:19:12.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>24</title><content type='html'>There's nothing like a giant guilt trip on your birthday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5460454277889464610-7140453773438290959?l=nounderscores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/feeds/7140453773438290959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460454277889464610&amp;postID=7140453773438290959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/7140453773438290959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/7140453773438290959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/2008/09/24.html' title='24'/><author><name>nounderscores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376297825024508679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_675pUwz7wjs/SM1t2RZjpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sJ0tfood4JU/S220/IMG_0902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460454277889464610.post-44923615950524662</id><published>2008-09-18T03:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T03:19:57.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For all Intents and Purposes</title><content type='html'>I only had 3 drinks tonight, which is pretty much equivalent to me not drinking at all. It also seems to be the equivalent of me blowing an 8-ball of coke seeing as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; still up, again, at 3:20am. I need to sleep. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's my friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Marty's&lt;/span&gt; birthday tonight/today (the 18t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;) so happy birthday to him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; thinking about diving into a new computer repair project right now just to keep me occupied and perhaps make me tired...maybe, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I feel like even my writing is taking a turn for the insane right now...I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; deal well with sleep deprivation but I also apparently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; deal well with trying force sleep...blah....more when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; clear-headed&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/5460454277889464610-44923615950524662?l=nounderscores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/feeds/44923615950524662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460454277889464610&amp;postID=44923615950524662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/44923615950524662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/44923615950524662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-all-intents-and-purposes.html' title='For all Intents and Purposes'/><author><name>nounderscores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376297825024508679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_675pUwz7wjs/SM1t2RZjpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sJ0tfood4JU/S220/IMG_0902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460454277889464610.post-4065885046465062948</id><published>2008-09-17T13:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:05:19.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's gonna get weird soon</title><content type='html'>The insomnia won, I didnt sleep at all. I did, however, watch the entire 4th season of entourage in one marathon sitting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Im hoping this night of no sleep will lead to me getting back to a semi regular sleep pattern...and not lead to somekind of 3 day nonstop bender...I havent started drinking yet today, so it looks like im on the right path...right?&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/5460454277889464610-4065885046465062948?l=nounderscores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/feeds/4065885046465062948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460454277889464610&amp;postID=4065885046465062948' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/4065885046465062948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/4065885046465062948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-gonna-get-weird-soon.html' title='It&apos;s gonna get weird soon'/><author><name>nounderscores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376297825024508679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_675pUwz7wjs/SM1t2RZjpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sJ0tfood4JU/S220/IMG_0902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460454277889464610.post-8491706451411777023</id><published>2008-09-17T04:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T05:12:46.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My insomnia is stronger than gas station liquor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not drunk tonight. I was drunk tonight but have since sobered up, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;havent&lt;/span&gt; been sleeping much lately. I also think it's a distinct possibility that I am close to having watched every episode of every decent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; series that has come out in the last 15 years. I have an insatiable appetite for all things pop culture, If I could only throw this passion into something useful...or find a way to make it lucrative that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; involve a quiz show. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I cant even admit, to the two or three people that may actually read this, what I did tonight...that makes it seem worse than it was...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; still not proud of myself...but booze makes me think that I know about things that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know about at all...like producing rap songs...At least I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wasnt&lt;/span&gt; the one rapping. I guess I can admit it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;onward&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So after listening to Immortal Technique a little more I realized that the paranoia and obnoxious political references make him more of a waste of time than anything else...if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;youre&lt;/span&gt; looking for decent rap(or more specifically rap with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;latin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;american&lt;/span&gt; influences/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MCs&lt;/span&gt;) listen to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;jedi&lt;/span&gt; mind tricks and/or Army of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Pharaohs&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure that during one ten minute block of listening to Immortal Technique today I heard him claim to be atheist, communist, terrorist, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;nihilist&lt;/span&gt;(not to mention the shit about the government tapping all our phones, and being out to kill him because he knows too much)...Just ridiculous shit...It was better drunk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;isnt&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I find writing in here sober to be more difficult than doing it drunk...or otherwise intoxicated. I need something to mute what normally censors even my internal monologue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Its after 5am, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; done...more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; shows. Pray that I sleep sometime.&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/5460454277889464610-8491706451411777023?l=nounderscores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/feeds/8491706451411777023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460454277889464610&amp;postID=8491706451411777023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/8491706451411777023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/8491706451411777023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-insomnia-is-stronger-than-gas.html' title='My insomnia is stronger than gas station liquor'/><author><name>nounderscores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376297825024508679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_675pUwz7wjs/SM1t2RZjpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sJ0tfood4JU/S220/IMG_0902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460454277889464610.post-3419296288022517984</id><published>2008-09-16T01:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T01:37:59.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight...</title><content type='html'>Night 3...still drunk...still drinking for that matter.&lt;div&gt;regardless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I got in an argument about music tonight...which is the worst kind of argument for me to get in because, normally, I will just back down and tell you that you are right no matter what because I fear confrontation...but I am very opinionated about music...and I will fight, to the death, about being right about what I think about music. So anyway, I was trying to defend the point that if you could maintain your moral credibility(to yourself) and still make a bunch of money, you would be an idiot to not go down the road that leads to a million dollars...it just blows my mind that people who have lived long enough to know what its like to be poor can grasp so firmly to the idealistic view of "not selling out". Maybe 5 years of art school made me jaded...but I know that I would go for the money in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heart beat&lt;/span&gt;...or maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just old and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; embracing the fact that I love pop music. I feel that it's simply a natural progression to go from holding on to the underground that raised you to accepting the fact that you can reach a larger audience while making a comfortable living if you are signed to a major label (or working for rolling stone, or making &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;commissioned&lt;/span&gt; paintings for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;white house&lt;/span&gt; etc...) blah enough about that...but, on a related note, if you wanted to hear some really decent (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;albeit&lt;/span&gt; paranoid to the point of making me question if he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;schizophrenic&lt;/span&gt;) rap you should listen to immortal technique...it's good, he hates the government...and almost everything else...but it's good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I feel like I have more to say but I also feel that it would be redundant to keep going at this point. So, for now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS. I really like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wayne&lt;/span&gt; and I think you should too (that was the artist I was arguing in defense of tonight...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5460454277889464610-3419296288022517984?l=nounderscores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/feeds/3419296288022517984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460454277889464610&amp;postID=3419296288022517984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/3419296288022517984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/3419296288022517984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/2008/09/tonight.html' title='Tonight...'/><author><name>nounderscores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376297825024508679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_675pUwz7wjs/SM1t2RZjpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sJ0tfood4JU/S220/IMG_0902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460454277889464610.post-8265911485647797231</id><published>2008-09-15T01:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T02:04:47.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>well...</title><content type='html'>So much for regaling you with stories of not wasted nights...I am, once again, drunk.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But tonight was good...for me at least. I drank for free, again. I am eating hot pockets and lemon butter and garlic fish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fillets&lt;/span&gt;...life is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The winds of Hurricane Ike reached &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cleveland&lt;/span&gt; today and, while I was hanging out in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;willoughby&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;angela&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;adam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;goddard&lt;/span&gt;, god decided to fuck with us and smash &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;adams&lt;/span&gt; car with a tree...thankfully he was not in it. No one was hurt and the totalled car gave us a reason to go to the bar and get drunk...as if the browns &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; enough.  It also gave me the opportunity to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;acquire&lt;/span&gt; some free plant matter from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt; for giving him a ride home...all in all another good night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pop punk makes any drive home better, by the way.&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/5460454277889464610-8265911485647797231?l=nounderscores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/feeds/8265911485647797231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460454277889464610&amp;postID=8265911485647797231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/8265911485647797231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/8265911485647797231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/2008/09/well.html' title='well...'/><author><name>nounderscores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376297825024508679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_675pUwz7wjs/SM1t2RZjpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sJ0tfood4JU/S220/IMG_0902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460454277889464610.post-7256457467225070394</id><published>2008-09-14T15:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T15:46:53.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a good thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It's a good thing I left this page open last night, otherwise I would've completely forgot that I signed up for this...but it's here now so Ill do what I can to keep it updated. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was really drunk last night...more drunk than Ive been in a long time (well more drunk than Ive been in a long time with other people and having fun and not drinking to try to forget how miserable I am). It's a mixed blessing when one of your best friends is the bartender and you drink for free all night...well I guess I can't complain, I probably put down over $100 worth of liquor and beer last night and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get sick or have to deal with a hangover...or pay. All I had to do was get a ride to my car this morning(afternoon) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; there was no way in hell I was driving myself home last night...I was literally "on my heels". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, hopefully Ill be able to regale you with things other than wasted nights...I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; find my life that interesting but I do love attention so, like I said, Ill try to update frequently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5460454277889464610-7256457467225070394?l=nounderscores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/feeds/7256457467225070394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460454277889464610&amp;postID=7256457467225070394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/7256457467225070394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/7256457467225070394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-good-thing.html' title='It&apos;s a good thing...'/><author><name>nounderscores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376297825024508679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_675pUwz7wjs/SM1t2RZjpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sJ0tfood4JU/S220/IMG_0902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460454277889464610.post-7681590835595038121</id><published>2008-09-14T01:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T01:40:42.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>third one in ten minutes...really?</title><content type='html'>I finished six feet under last night and i cried like a baby...ps. i turn 24 in one week...what the fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5460454277889464610-7681590835595038121?l=nounderscores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/feeds/7681590835595038121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460454277889464610&amp;postID=7681590835595038121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/7681590835595038121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/7681590835595038121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/2008/09/third-one-in-ten-minutesreally.html' title='third one in ten minutes...really?'/><author><name>nounderscores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376297825024508679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_675pUwz7wjs/SM1t2RZjpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sJ0tfood4JU/S220/IMG_0902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460454277889464610.post-6948712517473706677</id><published>2008-09-14T01:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T01:37:59.105-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9/14/08...early again...and drunk</title><content type='html'>here I am blogging again...what does this say about my life? maybe Ill write more when Im sober...I can tell you about what music you should listen to...thats about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5460454277889464610-6948712517473706677?l=nounderscores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/feeds/6948712517473706677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460454277889464610&amp;postID=6948712517473706677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/6948712517473706677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/6948712517473706677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/2008/09/91408early-againand-drunk.html' title='9/14/08...early again...and drunk'/><author><name>nounderscores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376297825024508679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_675pUwz7wjs/SM1t2RZjpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sJ0tfood4JU/S220/IMG_0902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5460454277889464610.post-2318414365055826347</id><published>2008-09-14T01:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T01:35:32.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9/14/08...early</title><content type='html'>I never thought Id miss caring about football so much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5460454277889464610-2318414365055826347?l=nounderscores.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/feeds/2318414365055826347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5460454277889464610&amp;postID=2318414365055826347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/2318414365055826347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5460454277889464610/posts/default/2318414365055826347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nounderscores.blogspot.com/2008/09/91408early.html' title='9/14/08...early'/><author><name>nounderscores</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18376297825024508679</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_675pUwz7wjs/SM1t2RZjpJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/sJ0tfood4JU/S220/IMG_0902.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
