<?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-7604528</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:02:26.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the Blue Ring</title><subtitle type='html'>A return to the Blog-o-shere, by none other than me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604528.post-109599676097916746</id><published>2004-09-23T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T22:32:40.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was sick today.</title><content type='html'>I was sick today, so I made this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/iceman8711/quizzes/What%20Lunch%20Table%20Memer%20are%20YOU%3F%3F%20The%20Sequel"&gt;http://quizilla.com/users/iceman8711/quizzes/What%20Lunch%20Table%20Memer%20are%20YOU%3F%3F%20The%20Sequel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-109599676097916746?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/109599676097916746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=109599676097916746' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109599676097916746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109599676097916746'/><link 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href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/109590757019230392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=109590757019230392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109590757019230392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109590757019230392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/09/shadesteel.html' title='Shadesteel'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-109590740599485354</id><published>2004-09-22T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T21:43:25.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.wizards.com/dnd/images/mmiii_gallery/82969.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-109590740599485354?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/109590740599485354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=109590740599485354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109590740599485354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109590740599485354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-109590691424076355</id><published>2004-09-22T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T21:35:14.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are you?</title><content type='html'>I am a Lawful Neutral Human Sorcerer.&lt;br /&gt;My Stats are:&lt;br /&gt;Str 10&lt;br /&gt;Dex 15&lt;br /&gt;Con 10&lt;br /&gt;Int 17&lt;br /&gt;Wis 11&lt;br /&gt;Cha 9 (WTF!?!?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/dragon/terragf/"&gt;See what kind of D&amp;D character you are!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also a slacker. Most of you know this already though.  Right now I am escavating my room, which will probably take two days. I won't be sleeping in there tonight. I am finding stuff that I haven't seen in years, namely class notes from as far back as seventh grade! I have also found almost everything of mine that has gone missing over the past four years.  I also found newspapers from 9/12/01, 9/13/01, 9/14/01, and 9/15/01. Really interesting, and quite moving. So, I decided that I am going to seal up everything that would be potentially interesting in the future and putting it in the attic with a plan to find it in approximately 10 years at which point I will have time to sort through all of it :-)  Also my closet is now clear so I can figure out what to put in it. Life is short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-109590691424076355?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/109590691424076355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=109590691424076355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109590691424076355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109590691424076355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/09/who-are-you.html' title='Who are you?'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-109513009906370706</id><published>2004-09-13T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T21:48:19.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two weeks.</title><content type='html'>Two weeks without posting. Shame on me. Just to let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY'S BIZARRE GOOGLE SEARCH:&lt;br /&gt;BIZARRE GOOGLE SEARCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://hypothermia.gamershardware.com/pics_a-m/jakeleet_sm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In you face Lucas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYways, I am just having a dandy time. I have started drinking water like every doctor for 16 years has been telling me. It actually does feel good, and I feel much cleaner. I still drink Coffee mind you but water serves as the drink in between.  Ahh... I have had coffee every day for possibly the last 2 or 3 years. I simply cannot remember a day that I have been without coffee. It is my life partner, that which I will never live without. It is mine, my own.... Oh...sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...I have gone without video games for at least 2 months, mabye 3. That is really wierd for me. I used to (3 months ago) to be a video game fiend, but for some reason or another it ceases to interest me more than simply reading, or surfing the internet. Wierd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my new and updated top ten movies of all time list:&lt;br /&gt;10. Babe&lt;br /&gt;9. The Matrix&lt;br /&gt;8. The Gladiator&lt;br /&gt;7. Pricess Bride&lt;br /&gt;6. Fight Club&lt;br /&gt;5. Star Wars (Ep. IV)&lt;br /&gt;4. Citizen Kane&lt;br /&gt;3. Apocalypse Now (gotta be redux)&lt;br /&gt;2. The Godfather&lt;br /&gt;1. Kill Bill vol. 1&amp;2 (it is really just one movie)&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/7604528-109513009906370706?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/109513009906370706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=109513009906370706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109513009906370706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109513009906370706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/09/two-weeks.html' title='Two weeks.'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-109408297167032503</id><published>2004-09-01T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T18:56:11.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pesquisa.sapo.pt/?chan=&amp;channel=2003&amp;amp;barra=imagens&amp;q=pokemon&amp;amp;fs=20&amp;amp;limit=20"&gt;This is weird&lt;/a&gt;, take a took at the second down on the right and see where it links you to. You'll see what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-109408297167032503?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/109408297167032503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=109408297167032503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109408297167032503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109408297167032503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/09/whats-weird.html' title='Whats weird'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-109400774554631175</id><published>2004-08-31T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T22:02:25.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>Wow, twice in a week, that's a record for me right? Yeah, well, there is defenitely stuff to talk about. Change always comes when you least suspect it right. Well, right I guess. A certain offer has been made for a change in accomidations that could possibly drastically change my environment, and my remaining twoish years in high school. I look at it with some disbelief, but being myself I am trying not to fule it out as a refles. I find that that is my nature. I typically just backhand any type of change almost reflexively, whether it be ideological, theological, or phisological. I am not a person that likes change. I can adapt quickly enough, but there is always the lingering thought about what kind of level of comfort could I have found in those surroundings had I stayed a little longer, been a little kinder, a little nicer. In middle school, I found some friends that I truly would trust my life with, and luckly for me I have been able to keep in touch with them, even though we go to 3 different schools. But I sometimes wonder had we all stayed in middle school for ninth grade or if we had all gone to school together what would have happened. Would this same group have arisen even if there was no necessity? And this adversion to change is not solely about my being removed from the womb of middle school, but also being removed from elementary school, preschool, moving, and pretty much any change in environment. And now I have another choice facing me. Actually two. I could quite possibly be moving sometime soon, whether it be college or sooner, and I could quite possibly be abandoning all of my friends at my spiritual home to seek another home that can continue to nurture me. I am an Athiest, in all definitions of the word, but I still believe that the communal part of all of us must be nourished. Not doing so does untold harm, not only for the present, but also for the future. I need that nourishment, and there are so few places that I am getting it (aside from the 6ish hours of school). I am now trying to join some clubs, make friends and homes that way, but I know me. I will probably just end up giving them up. I remember that I was an avid member of Amnesty International Club, but because of their silent prayer I decided to abandon the association. Good choice I still think, but that's beside the point. The point is that I don't like change. But, I need to be open to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-109400774554631175?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/109400774554631175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=109400774554631175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109400774554631175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109400774554631175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/08/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-109375364344134472</id><published>2004-08-28T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T23:27:23.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't post enough.</title><content type='html'>I feel guilty. I look at my post count and I only have 22 posts after about two months on this blog. Well, I guess it's time for the weekly check up. My dog is flea ridden. About a week ago my dad and I were staring at my dogs crotch which is one of the few places that is not covered with black fur and we found at least 13 fleas in about 2 minutes. And see, we had given him a bath not 2 weeks before and the flea tick poison stuff. So, my dad gave the dog a bath when I was at work, and we did use a special flea bath stuff, which ended up killing about 1000 fleas according to my dad who swears he's not exagurating.. We washed pretty much every surface of our house, and not 2 days ago a flea bomb was set off in the den. But, the dog still has some fleas.  So, my dad gave him another flea bath today, and now he smells really chemically. I can see why fleas don't want to bite that.&lt;br /&gt;On to other news, I lost by a very narrow margin the position of president for Model UN. This is going to be the third year that I have done Model UN, a tie with Tom Martin and James Kotecki for the record I believe. Anyways, a certain presidential hopeful was sucking up to Tranquillo hoping to get the edge, even though they had only gone once. I had gone twice, but I am only a junior, so Tom Martin won. It is very disappointing for me. In fact, it downright sucks. But that's beside the point. No.... wait.... that is the point. Yeah, so this year I get to sit back and try to not be overyly passive agressive to Tom, and Tom, if you're reading this, I still love you, I'm just a little miffed. So, Lucas and I are going to be doing the Security Council this year. The perk is that we can use "Demands" at the begining of sentences now (MUN humor) and we get to be woken up in the middle of the night to deal with a mock crisis, and then we get to sleep for the rest of the day. It's going to be fun, even if I'm not running the show.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm only getting 5 hours in this week at work, or at least that's what I'm scheduled for. So, next paycheck is going to be pretty skinny, but hopefully labor day weekend will make up for the short fall. I try to work 10-12 hours a week, but because nobody goes to see movies during the school year it's hard to convince the managers to schedule me for times when I'm not at school and not at a party with my crazy groupies. Why is money so important. The idea of a VERY small communist society is becoming more and more appealing to me. Yeah, call me a red, see what I care.&lt;br /&gt;Classes are interesting this year. I have three easy classes; Health (rofl), ADV. Env. Sci (boyer, eww...), and Honors Mixed (YEAH!!). I have four hard classes: AP Calc AB (Mr. Felder rocks), AP English III (Chalifoux gets on my nerves, more on that later), and APUSH (Ms. Klein is pretty cool). So, hopefully the three easy classes will help me not get too exhausted this year. So, Mrs. Chalifoux. She is just like my 7th grade teacher Mrs. Brannock. History lesson of the day: Mrs. Brannockk was a bitch. She made us write a 20 page paper, copy the ENTIRE golossary (I know I didn't spell that write, shut up), watch videos of her ugly dogs for writing inspiration, take pop tests that consisted of two questions, and one of which she herself was wrong but refused to admit, but I digress. Mrs. Chalifoux shares many of Mrs. Brannock's mannerism, she had a picture of her dog posted on the wall, and she REALLY reminds me of Mrs. Brannock.&lt;br /&gt;Sexual Tension is funny.&lt;br /&gt;Oh... Yeah... one more thing. It is really annoying when I like a girl and then once I almost have gathered the courage to ask them out, they start going out with some other guy. That really pisses me off, and what pisses me off more is when that relationship lasts for a while. In high school relationships aren't supposed to last for very long. It seems teens should be inherently flighty and want to experience as much variety in the opposite sex as possible as to know better what you want to eventually hopefully marry. But no, lets waste lots of time by going out with somebody and then break up because you have to go to different colleges and then the guy breaks into the girls house but is caught by the girl and her mother and then the boy goes and becomes and alchoholic and that isn't me by the way. AHHHHH Hormones PISS me off. Lots of things piss me off, but particularly horomones. They convolute the way you perceive things and that isn't cool at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-109375364344134472?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/109375364344134472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=109375364344134472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109375364344134472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109375364344134472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-dont-post-enough.html' title='I don&apos;t post enough.'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-109306284836385491</id><published>2004-08-20T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T23:34:08.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This last week</title><content type='html'>Well, right now Nate is sitting on my couch, reading about something or the other and I am so tired that the only thing that can keep me awake is typing so here it goes. I would like to start out by also saying that my site meter privacy has now been downgraded to medium privacy so if you wish to see my average hits a day (116) and crap like that feel free to take a gander.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...I'm so tired. I can barly even think about having to work tomorrow (well, really today) and on Sunday.  Hopefully nobody will want to see a movie. If you have any humanity don't come to the Garner Towne Square theatre. In fact, steer clear from pretty much any Regal Entertainment theatre. That company is owned by the devil and is probably mastermined by a bunch of republicans. But, they're not as bad as Consolidated Theatres because CT is planning on builing an 18 or a 20 in White Oak plaze with will put my theatre unquestionably out of business. So that means that I will either have to apply to the enemy and abandon all of the allegiances that I have extablished thus far or stick with the sinking ship and watch my job security go down the drain. And there is always the possiblity of getting another job but the benefits for tthis one are simply too good. God I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;I throughly dislike English this year. 1. There are very few people with something interesting to say, 2. Mrs. Chalifoux (emphasis on the Foux (mistake) part) is grinding on my nerves. 3. Ethan Frome was depressing and annoying to read  because I didn't like any of the characters. Not even the narrator. Two thumbs down is my rating. My eyes are slowly drifting further and further towards the floor. AHH. Wake UP!!&lt;br /&gt;My dog was found to have approximatly a thousand fleas on him about a week ago which was about two weeks after we had applied a flea treatment to him which is supposed to last for a month, so my entire family had to wash and vacuum everything, and my dog had to watch as thousands of fleas dropped dead in the flea bath. It was not a pleasant experience.&lt;br /&gt;Prom is coming up. I'm SO freaking screwed.&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am missing this sleepover with most of the people that went to Cuba with me.  It is kinda depressing to think that these people that I will never forget are having sooo much fun without me. It sucks in fact, but I have responsibilities, plus I wasn't exactly keen on the idea of going to a sleepover at a non church (at least for a church group). If any of that makes any sense.&lt;br /&gt;What really pisses me off is that Claire Long is trying to steal the presidency away from my for Model UN. I love Model UN and have done it ever since I started my freshman year. I am nigh positive that last year was Claire's first year, and the only reason why she might even be considered is because she's a senior and she jumped the gun on volunteering for Mrs. Tranquillo for Model UN. Just to tell you all, you should come to the presidential election MUN meeting just to elect me. If you love me what so ever all of you will. No excuses. But really folks, MUN is a wonderful experience and it truly a ton of fun. Stupid James Kotecki not endorsing me from the start! @#*&amp;amp;$*#$^!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;APUSH has been rather interesting this year. I am constantly reminded about what Mrs. Newmark tought me in 8th grade as the events of American History all seen rather familiar. Mrs. Klein is actually really cool. I could have sworn that horror stories about her were circulating like the plague, but now it sounds as though everybody had always liek Mrs. Kleine. I could have sworn. Well, I could've sworn on lots of things but that doesn't change that fact that it was probably just something that I pulled out of my ass. GOD I'M TIRED!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-109306284836385491?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/109306284836385491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=109306284836385491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109306284836385491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109306284836385491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/08/this-last-week.html' title='This last week'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-109254309117642173</id><published>2004-08-14T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T23:11:31.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12 hours</title><content type='html'>Well, I need to post on this thang more. I havn't been wanting to post because I am too lazy to write out my journal. But, even if I had the time to post more, I wouldn't have too much to say without the accumulation of a weeks worth of thoughts. Plus I am trying to squeeze in 12 hours of work a week. Not to mention I am morally required to watch every single worth while movie that ever comes out, and I still have one left to see, Collateral. Everything, and I mean Everything else I have seen. AVP is funny, the Village is interesting, Bourne Supremacy is worth it, Catwoman is not, Spiderman is a must, Harold and Kumar is a good, and I'm sure that I have forgotten plenty but don't worry. Blah, this is my second time in two days watching When Harry met Sally. Got it rubs raw. Rob Reiner is the man, you should go out and buy several copies of Princess Bride.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, school seems decent enough. Mr. Felder is a pretty cool guy, I like Dr. Marshall, I love Dr. B, and the rest are still undecided. Why is West Wing on CBS right now??? Anyways, all the classes look good except health and environmantal science. But my attitude of apathy should help things. I've actually been doing all of my homework, that's a first, but mabye it's just initial enthusiasm. Let's hope not. I am rather unorganized with dates though which is why I am petitioning my parents for a PDA, specifically the Zire 31.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a junior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-109254309117642173?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/109254309117642173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=109254309117642173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109254309117642173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109254309117642173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/08/12-hours.html' title='12 hours'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-109254129072946881</id><published>2004-08-14T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T22:41:30.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh well...</title><content type='html'>I am not going to publish the the Cuba journal, if you want to know what happened, ask me. Sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-109254129072946881?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/109254129072946881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=109254129072946881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109254129072946881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109254129072946881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/08/oh-well_109254129072946881.html' title='Oh well...'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-109193835505998832</id><published>2004-08-07T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T23:12:35.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been back from Cuba for a couple of days. I have been sleeping and working since I got back so as soon as I finish the remaining summer reading I will post my journal from Cuba. I hope I get to see all yall from RCHS soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-109193835505998832?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/109193835505998832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=109193835505998832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109193835505998832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109193835505998832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-109090121995055718</id><published>2004-07-26T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-26T23:06:59.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...Cuba...</title><content type='html'>Well, this will be the last post for about a week. I'm going to Cuba incase you hadn't heard me try to bring it up into every conversation ever. Ummm... I might be able to bring back some souvineers for some of you, but chances are I wont be able to bring back anything non print. I am nervous. Very much so. I will post all about it on Thursday when I will have typed up my journal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-109090121995055718?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/109090121995055718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=109090121995055718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109090121995055718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109090121995055718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/07/cuba.html' title='...Cuba...'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-109068760997005174</id><published>2004-07-24T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T11:46:49.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Schedule anyone?</title><content type='html'>For all of you that care about having classes with me, I figure that I should post my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ap Calc AB 103 Felder&lt;br /&gt;2. German III 207 Marshall&lt;br /&gt;3. Adv Env Sci 316 Boyer (GOD DAMMIT)&lt;br /&gt;4. Mixed Ensemble 201 Brown&lt;br /&gt;5. Ap English III 208 Chalifoux&lt;br /&gt;6. Ap US History 204 Klein&lt;br /&gt;7. Health 307 Talley (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-109068760997005174?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/109068760997005174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=109068760997005174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109068760997005174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109068760997005174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/07/schedule-anyone.html' title='Schedule anyone?'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-109064418517213571</id><published>2004-07-23T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T23:43:05.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Planets aligned?</title><content type='html'>Well today was filled with fun. I woke up, showered, and then went to Target to buy travel supplies with my mom. I think that I am prepared to go to the depths of Africa now, so Cuba should be a breeze. So, we parted ways. I was bored, so I decided that I was going to go to Dunkin Donuts and get my daily coffee fix, and then go to a couple of bookstores. 2 dollars later I am at the Barnes and Noble in Cary. &lt;br /&gt;"Walter? Walter!" Kristen Jarmen exclaimed. Lo and behold Tyler and Kristen are standing there looking for Kristen's summer reading due on Monday.&amp;nbsp; So after they thuroughly examine the two geeky magazines that I was buying I invite them to come with me to see a movie at Mission Valley. I get in free there because I work at the Garner Towne Square Regal Entertainment Cinema. &lt;br /&gt;SO, I say,"Tyler, follow me!" Next light I lose him. I have this tendency to still go through the light on a yellow if I have enough time. So, (While constantly scanning the horizon behind me for a red station wagon) I get to Mission Valley and RUN back up Avent Ferry road to make sure that I hook up with Tyler and Kristen if they found their way. About a minute after I parked they drove up and I waved them into the parking lot of the place with Baha Burrito (Mental Note: Are they the ones who provide our school's burritos?) so I wouldn't have to walk back to the lower parking lot. We decide to briefly step into a student store named Addams. I find a Kill Bill vol. 2 poster there which I vowed to buy after the movie. Of course the obscure Physics book about some missing cat isn't there so we decide to trot down to the Cup-a-Joes for a quick lunch before the movie. &lt;br /&gt;As I was walking down the covered walkway down to the lower area of mission valley I hear, "Walt. Walt!" My mom was calling my name. She seemed rather confused, but I cared not. I said that I was going to a movie and I met up with Tyler and Kristen, and then she decided to go back to her lunch at Baha. Anyways, we go to Cup-a-Joes, me still lugging around my "Great One" coffee from that morning from Dunking Donuts. The "Joe's Club" there is awefully good. Anyways, we watch the 1:10 showing of Borne Supremacy. It was good, if you liked the first then you will like the second. &lt;br /&gt;When I get home I get a rather ANGRY message from my mother demanding to know where I was and wanting to know why I hadn't told her where I was going. But, my name was cleared when she heard that I left a message with my dad. Anyways, in the time that I had been gone my dog Max had raided the supplies for Cuba, and had decided to eat 16 packs (5 piece) of gum. That includes all wrappers, and the cellophane covering from one aswell. Needless to say he has been projectile pooping&amp;nbsp;in streams&amp;nbsp;ever since. He deserves it. ANYWAYS, I head to work, to the Friday night rush dance, stare in awe at this really hot new coworker from California (often times becoming incredibly clumsy only when she was looking, you know, horemones.), try to be chummy with the managers (All 7 of them (out of 9)) there, the usual.&amp;nbsp; At the end of the night I am handed a long cardboard tube. Inside upon reaching home I find 5 POSTERS. These are the movie ones that have white lights behind them and you see everywhere inside the theatres. Guess what I got!&lt;br /&gt;1. Starsky and Hutch&lt;br /&gt;2. Troy (a really hot close up of Brad Pitt)&lt;br /&gt;3. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind&lt;br /&gt;4. Chronicles of Riddick&lt;br /&gt;5. The Alamo :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if any of you REALLY want one of these, I'll see if I'm not going to use it and you might pay me or prove your a real friend or something. Anyways, toodaloo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-109064418517213571?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/109064418517213571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=109064418517213571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109064418517213571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109064418517213571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/07/planets-aligned.html' title='Planets aligned?'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-109047058134440746</id><published>2004-07-21T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T23:29:41.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't help it...</title><content type='html'>When I first saw this&amp;nbsp;on Stephen Lumpkin's blog I contemplated putting it on here, but after everone else doing it, I figure I might as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;2. Are we friends?&lt;br /&gt;3. When and how did we meet?&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you have a crush on me?&lt;br /&gt;5. Would you kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;6. Describe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your first impression?&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you still think that way about me now?&lt;br /&gt;9. What reminds you of me?&lt;br /&gt;10. If you could give me anything what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;11. How well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;12. When's the last time you saw me?&lt;br /&gt;13. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?&lt;br /&gt;14. Are you going to put this on your blog and see what I say about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-109047058134440746?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/109047058134440746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=109047058134440746' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109047058134440746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109047058134440746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/07/cant-help-it.html' title='Can&apos;t help it...'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7604528.post-109046965579706049</id><published>2004-07-21T23:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T23:14:15.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Other stuff</title><content type='html'>By the way, I did get a 5 on the Gopo AP and a 3 on the Music Theory. The music theory is about what I expected (I got a 4 on the non audio and a 3 on the audio which somehow averages out to 3) and being that it is THE hardest test that I have ever taken, I am pleased with that result. I called Mrs. Newmark to share the good news and she rejoiced with me and then we casually chatted about what movie she should take Mr. Newmark to go see, and I said Spider-Man 2.&amp;nbsp; Anyways, I'm ecstatic, but I have yet to tell my parents. Don't know why, I just don't feel like it. 5!!!!!!! EAT IT!!!!!! DAMN that feels good. 5!!! That's like uber college credit. If I keep at this rate I will be one of those special students that they had names for in the one sheet of paper that came home with the AP grades. 5!!!!! I wasn't sure I could do it, but evidently I did.&amp;nbsp; Wonder how everyone else did. I probably had the lowest 5. NO, I shouldn't be so pessimistic. I WAS PERFECT. NOTHING WRONG. I GOT A FIVE!!!! &lt;br /&gt;Yet I&amp;nbsp; can't help but focus on the bad, but such is my nature. Dick says that for every 9 times I think about something I was unsuccessful at I should think of something that I Was successful at. It's so hard though. Success just goes in and then I shit is right out and I simply don't remember it. It leaves me with nothing but the nasty memories. Darn those nasties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-109046965579706049?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/109046965579706049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=109046965579706049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109046965579706049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109046965579706049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/07/other-stuff.html' title='Other stuff'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-109046877135651867</id><published>2004-07-21T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T22:59:31.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hehehe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5 ON GOPO AP. EAT IT!!!!!!!!!!!&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/7604528-109046877135651867?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/109046877135651867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=109046877135651867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109046877135651867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109046877135651867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/07/hehehe.html' title='hehehe...'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-109038034818044146</id><published>2004-07-20T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T22:25:48.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not enough time...</title><content type='html'>I have had so little time to myself recently. The past 5 or 6 days I have been either working, at a wedding, eating, or sleeping. I really need to be getting more ready to go to Cuba, but there's only so much I can do. Apparently some of the Cuba pilgrams had dinner tonight at a Cuban place, but I was busy getting bad service at Carrabba's (or some italian place like that). Anyways, I'm taking tons of stuff to Cuba for other people, but I can't help but feel like a pack mule because I'm not really taking everything that I want to. I'm selfish, I know. I can't believe that Payday is still a week away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-109038034818044146?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/109038034818044146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=109038034818044146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109038034818044146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109038034818044146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/07/not-enough-time.html' title='Not enough time...'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-109024402457957972</id><published>2004-07-19T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T08:33:44.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey, I'm HOME!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I am back from quite possibly the best wedding that I have ever been to. My cousin Clare was married on Saturday in South Carolina to this cool guy named Travis. It was great fun getting to see my family more often than once a year. So far we have had two non usual gatherings on my dad's side of the family, my grandparent's golden anniversary, and this wedding. I got to dress up. It was fun.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Last night I&amp;nbsp;went to Kristen's suprise birthday party that was masterfully planned by Madeline and Tyler. It was bubble themed, meaning that by the end all of the floors outside were covered with suds. May no creature ever again play ice cream cake football.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to be going to work in about a hour and a half, and after work I will be jetting off to Andrew's house for something geeky probably, but I am a power geek, so what do I care? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-109024402457957972?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/109024402457957972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=109024402457957972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109024402457957972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/109024402457957972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/07/honey-im-home.html' title='Honey, I&apos;m HOME!!'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-108999410140893169</id><published>2004-07-16T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T11:08:21.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm going to be gone this weekend, post more on Sunday night, see ya. Got to go to cousin's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-108999410140893169?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/108999410140893169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=108999410140893169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/108999410140893169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/108999410140893169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/07/wedding.html' title='Wedding'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-108994740333496984</id><published>2004-07-15T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T22:10:03.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Night Dinner</title><content type='html'>Well, tonight I had Tuesday night dinner despite the fact that it is Thursday night. Lemme 'slpain. Almost every Tuesday night since Hurricane Fran, my family has had dinner with two men, John and Steve,&amp;nbsp;who went and still go to our church. It originated as us being friends and our power went out during Fran and the five days after so John and Steve brought over food one Tuesday night and we had a very&amp;nbsp; good meal.&amp;nbsp; We decided that we had so much fun that we wanted to go ahead and have dinner the next Tuesday night as well. And so it went for the last 8 years. Pretty crazy eh? Same people, same night, supremely good food? John and Steve have become family to us, and we to them. They are on all of my emergency contacts, and they have often taken care of either me or my little brother when my parents could be with us, typically for work. Well tonight since we couldn't get together on Tuesday we had Tuesday night dinner. John has been to Cuba 5 or 6 times so he helped me plan on what I needed to do to deal with the new 44 lbs. limit. We had chicken and rice. It was a good night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-108994740333496984?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/108994740333496984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=108994740333496984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/108994740333496984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/108994740333496984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/07/tuesday-night-dinner.html' title='Tuesday Night Dinner'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-108986844596085244</id><published>2004-07-14T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T00:14:05.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gah...</title><content type='html'>Well, I just got back from the Notebook with Bernadette and Melissa (both of whom go to Gibbons), which I must say has recieved undue criticism. While it was not my favorite movie, and I could see through the plot, it certainly excelled at being a chick flick. It would have made me cry had I not seen what was coming from a mile away. But, plot twists have never been a forte of such Chick Flicks. Anyways, if you wanna go to a touching and romantic movie, go to the Notebook, it ain't half as bad as Bethany makes it sound. &lt;br /&gt;I must admit, seeing the movie did rub me raw emotionally in a couple of places. It really did play of what I talked about earlier about the lack of a companion and partner. It didn't help that I sat next to two giggling, burping, and very attractive girls during the movie, just making such things seem that much farther away. Not to mention I have received two bad messages today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can't take back anything from Cuba when I go, and my COMBINED baggage cannot exceed 44 lbs. Just to let you know, my shit weighs that much. That is NOT enough for international travel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Somebody I expected to be leaving has apparently not left leaving me at a dilemma. I can only wait for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had balls to tell them what I really think, but I certainly am a gutless coward who couldn't even if I were paid to. To many times have such ventures ended in pain. But I can't help but watch in agony as I go on with life pertending nothing is there. There is no plant that yearns for water as much as I yearn for this girl. God dammit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am going to go to my cousin's wedding this weekend in South Kakalaki. I don't really know what to expect, mainly because I don't really know this side of the family that well. Weddings, bah humbug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.att.net/~p_lord2/images/scrooge.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-108986844596085244?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/108986844596085244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=108986844596085244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/108986844596085244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/108986844596085244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/07/gah.html' title='gah...'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-108977942224904101</id><published>2004-07-13T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T23:30:22.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff you shouldn't talk about at the dinner table...</title><content type='html'>Well, what would I be without a good old liberal rant. I am currently being bombarded with Kerry bashing ads, talking either about Kerry's "indecisiveness" about military issues or talking about his "record" of eating babies and hating old people. Such blatant misleading is a patent of the Bush Cheney ticket. In case anybody hasn't seen Farenheit 9/11 let me explain. No there is too much, lemme sum up. Bush got into office because his cousin in the Fox newsroom threw the election to him too early, and his brother tried to hinder any attempt to include everyones vote, and then the decision of who won and lot rested in the hands of a republican Supreme Court. I'm not BITTER or anything. WOOT KERRY AD IS ON. Anyways, after screwing up his first few months in office Bush went on a month long vacation to his Texas ranch. And he criticizes Kerry and Edwards for being absentee senators. Anyways, he ignores the memo saying "BIN LADEN DETERMINED TO ATTACK IN US", then the one saying, "NO REALLY, WE'RE SERIOUS, BIN LADEN DETERMINED TO ATTACK IN THE US", and the finally,"MR. PRESIDENT, PUT DOWN THE GAME BOY, BIN LADEN IS DETERMINED TO ATTACK IN THE US" And yes, that was taken from SNL. Anyways, after 9/11, Bush took advantage of the fear of citizens of the United States, manipulated the rally 'round the flag effect, and lead us into a misguided knock down, drag out war with the dude that tried to kill his daddy. And this was against all evidence that Iraq did NOT have WMDs. Then he goes around pointing the finger of blame at everyone but himself in a vain attempt to clear his name. It's sad that Kerry has barely even started his media Blitz and he is leading in the polls 51 to 43 according to Newsweek. That is definitly mud in Bushes face. Lets not forget that the son of the avatar of Republicans (Ron Reagan) is going to be speaking at the Democratic convention. Plus that lame ass attempt to kill gay marriage is going to die in the senate and probably won't even get a simple majority. Funny that Bush made that a big part of his early campaign. I can't bring to words how much I hate that idiotic Texan. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-108977942224904101?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/108977942224904101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=108977942224904101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/108977942224904101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/108977942224904101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/07/stuff-you-shouldnt-talk-about-at.html' title='Stuff you shouldn&apos;t talk about at the dinner table...'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-108977832976753792</id><published>2004-07-13T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T23:12:09.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Late Night Talk</title><content type='html'>Is anybody else obsessed with Letterman and Conan? I can't stop watching these two wonderful comedians. Screw Leno, these guys are the real deal. If you go to either of their websites (&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Late_Night_with_Conan_O'Brien/index.html"&gt;Conan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/latenight/lateshow/"&gt;Letterman&lt;/a&gt;) and you can see both their talents and the talents of their writers at work. None of this attempted PC image that the Leno show reaks of, these guys are the shizzit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.aussiepappy.com/milk/obrien2.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-108977832976753792?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/108977832976753792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=108977832976753792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/108977832976753792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/108977832976753792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/07/late-night-talk.html' title='The Late Night Talk'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-108969576377713794</id><published>2004-07-13T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T00:16:03.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep again...</title><content type='html'>Well, I went to sleep at about 1:30 last night as far as I can recall, and then woke up at 4:30 when my dad told me that I had to go to work in an hour and a half. Doesn't that suck! I lost an entire day because I was sleeping. THAT DOES SUCK. I hate that I have to sleep, it takes up so much valueable time. It really does. Plus I gotta get up at about 8:00 tomorrow just to work for 4 hours. Brings to mind the Bare Naked Ladies song who needs sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I lay me down not to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I just get tangled in the sheets&lt;br /&gt;I swim in sweat three inches deep&lt;br /&gt;I just lay back and claim defeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter read and lesson learned&lt;br /&gt;I turned the lights off while she burned&lt;br /&gt;So while she's three hundred degrees&lt;br /&gt;I throw the sheets off and I freeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lids down, I count sheep&lt;br /&gt;I count heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that counts is&lt;br /&gt;that I won't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I countdown, I look around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs sleep?&lt;br /&gt;well you're never gonna get it&lt;br /&gt;Who needs sleep?&lt;br /&gt;tell me what's that for&lt;br /&gt;Who needs sleep?&lt;br /&gt;be happy with what you're getting&lt;br /&gt;There's a guy who's been awake&lt;br /&gt;since the Second World War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are locked up tight in fists&lt;br /&gt;My mind is racing, filled with lists&lt;br /&gt;of things to do and things I've done&lt;br /&gt;Another sleepless night's begun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lids down, I count sheep&lt;br /&gt;I count heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that counts is&lt;br /&gt;that I won't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I countdown, I look around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs sleep?&lt;br /&gt;well you're never gonna get it&lt;br /&gt;Who needs sleep?&lt;br /&gt;tell me what's that for&lt;br /&gt;Who needs sleep?&lt;br /&gt;be happy with what you're getting&lt;br /&gt;There's a guy who's been awake&lt;br /&gt;since the Second World War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs sleep?&lt;br /&gt;well you're never gonna get it&lt;br /&gt;Who needs sleep?&lt;br /&gt;tell me what's that for&lt;br /&gt;Who needs sleep?&lt;br /&gt;be happy with what you're getting&lt;br /&gt;There's a guy who's been awake&lt;br /&gt;since the Second World War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much joy in life,&lt;br /&gt;so many pleasures all around&lt;br /&gt;But the pleasure of insomnia&lt;br /&gt;is one I've never found&lt;br /&gt;With all life has to offer,&lt;br /&gt;there's so much to be enjoyed&lt;br /&gt;But the pleasures of insomnia&lt;br /&gt;are ones I can't avoid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lids down, I count sheep&lt;br /&gt;I count heartbeats&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that counts is&lt;br /&gt;that I won't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I countdown, I look around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hala Hala Hala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs sleep?&lt;br /&gt;well you're never gonna get it&lt;br /&gt;Who needs sleep?&lt;br /&gt;tell me what's that for&lt;br /&gt;Who needs sleep?&lt;br /&gt;be happy with what you're getting&lt;br /&gt;There's a guy who's been awake&lt;br /&gt;since the Second World War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All except for the whole lady next to me thing, but one can only hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way I just got a killer pay check that will save my ass when it comes to the bills, so I am very releaved right now, despite the whole too much/ too little sleep thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-108969576377713794?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/108969576377713794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=108969576377713794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/108969576377713794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/108969576377713794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/07/sleep-again.html' title='Sleep again...'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-108960872872230350</id><published>2004-07-11T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T00:05:28.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A girl.</title><content type='html'>Right now I am currently obsessed with two things, the Fantasy genre and Spider-Man. Yes, I know, I'm a marketer's dream, becoming obsessed with the character after the movie has come out, leading them to get all of my money and me be left with products that will quickly fade from my mind. Anyways, Spider-Man has been getting to me. He is too much like me, or not enough, it's difficult to tell. He has problems with school work getting done, I have problems getting schoolwork done, albiet for different reasons. He is brilliant, I think I'm brilliant, he struggles with money, I struggle with money. It's like just what I am right now except for one thing. The Spider-Man comics have always included Mary Jane, the next door neighboor love interest. She has always been very integral to the plot, as she was with both of the movies so far, and with the comics. She is part of Spider-Man, and he is part of her. They are star crossed lovers, destined to be together. I have a dog. I must admit not having gone out with somebody during the last school year certainly did kill my self confidence, but it isn't so much that I want to be an eligable bachelore, I want to find that soul mate, a confidant, a comforter, someone that I can help and who can help me. I can't healp but feel that insessant tugging in the depths of my soul for something more. I just don't have it. I almost had it once with this girl named Hunter in 8th grade, but that didn't work out. I just have never had the experience of having a wonderful and stable romantic relationship. I have had flings, yes, but nothing that has lasted any significant amount of time. Being all alone during the summer doesn't help matters much either. No consistent interaction with other kids my age, making it so much harder to even guage if I would be interested in any of the people that I know. I know, your probably thinking woe is you, but it does kinda suck to me at least. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-108960872872230350?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/108960872872230350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=108960872872230350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/108960872872230350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/108960872872230350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/07/girl.html' title='A girl.'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-108960803758134124</id><published>2004-07-11T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T23:53:57.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Found a two dollar bill...</title><content type='html'>Recently I have been spending lots and lots of money. Due to the fact that I get a paycheck (thats right ladies) I have much more money than the typical allowance allows. I can't healp but feel that I am in over my head in the whole money department. I am still paying off a car repair that cost me over $200, attempting to start maintaining my portion of my insurance ($70 a month), GAS (one arm and leg), plus $200 going towards Cuba. That doesn't leave much spending money, but I sure do act like it does. &lt;br /&gt;Three days ago I bought the Ultimate Spiderman Collection which is a bound fully colored and glossed volume of the first 40 Ultimate Spider-Man comics. The price tag is on the back $49.95, but with the sale at Barnes and Noble for 20% off plus my membership discount of 10% that left me paying about $38.xx after tax. That was only one of the numerous frivoulous expenditures as of late. I have been buying old out of print Dungeons and Dragons books and adventures at $5 a pop, thinking each time that it's only five bucks. I also bought a couple of old (2002) video games totalling to about another $50. Mrs. Newmark's husband's lecture keeps ringing in my head. If I only saved 10% of all my earnings from here on out, I would be a millionare when I'm like fifty or somethin. But that 10% is one precious video game that I will play for about a week and then stop caring about. Willpower is one of my various issues, self control to be more precise.&lt;br /&gt;This is how it supposedly happens with drugs you know. At first you just try a cigarette or something, then before you know it your employing 4 year olds to swall heroine to sneak through US customs. Spending and doing drugs are like a snowball effect. Isn't there some sort of shoppoholic disease or something like that? &lt;br /&gt;I doubt I have it, I just think that I need a more concrete paycheck and a lesson on financial planning. How much should I be saving for college or for a new car? Should I start up a seperate savings for my different goals or assign percentages to my actual savings account as to how much goes where? But then that would be taking out of the 10% for retirement which means that I will end up working fast food at the age of 60 to get a paycheck to buy my diabetes pills. Damn life could get depressing. It is just really complicated, really really really complicated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-108960803758134124?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/108960803758134124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=108960803758134124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/108960803758134124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/108960803758134124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/07/found-two-dollar-bill.html' title='Found a two dollar bill...'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-108960702536668251</id><published>2004-07-11T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T23:37:05.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work, Sleep, Rinse, Repeat.</title><content type='html'>Well I have been working a lot recently. Infact I am almost working full time at the Garner Towne Square Regal Entertainment Theatre. I worked today, I worked yesterday, and I'm working tomorrow. That is by no means a conclusive list. Just to give a glimpse of what my schedule looked like last week take a look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday (July 2) : 9:00 AM-5:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: 4:00 PM-11:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: 6:00PM-11:00PM&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 6:00PM-11:00PM&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Only day off...&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 8:30AM-12:30PM&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 9:00AM-6:00PM&lt;br /&gt;Friday: At Nate's thing&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: 6:00PM-11:15PM&lt;br /&gt;Today: 9:00PM-6:00PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, after much brain racking. That is almost full time. Damn that's gonna be a big paycheck. Anyways, working so much certainly is draining. I find my sleep patterns have been completely thrown off, due to having a late shift, and then having an early morning shift the next day. That can reak havok on my mind aswell. I routinly have been finding myself sleeping between 12 and 14 hours a day when work allows. That might just be me being a teen, but I thing the work load has something to do with it. SO anyways, work has been monotonous, not much different going on, except that we are almost out of all of our popular candies (Starburst, M&amp;M Tubes, Peanut Butter M&amp;Ms, etc.) so that means that I will have a much harder job than expected until Thursday when stock comes in. Time for the next post, organization is always a plus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-108960702536668251?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/108960702536668251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=108960702536668251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/108960702536668251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/108960702536668251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/07/work-sleep-rinse-repeat.html' title='Work, Sleep, Rinse, Repeat.'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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-7604528.post-108960620692260824</id><published>2004-07-11T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T23:23:26.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...</title><content type='html'>After quitting blogging I now find myself missing it. I must admit, the last blog idea with me and Lewis was actually a social idea I wanted to test. Basically I created Lewis as an alter identity, and I wanted to see how closely Lewis could intigrate into the Raleigh Charter social circuit despite his obvious lack of existence. I had everything ready, even made a schedule from information from a real High School's website in Ohio. It fell apart when the fake email address that I created for him would accept the invitation to the blog. I realized that that would be a fatal crack in the plan, and I kinda just dropped it. I am going to go ahead and start a second post about all the stuff that has been going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7604528-108960620692260824?l=waltd4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/feeds/108960620692260824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7604528&amp;postID=108960620692260824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/108960620692260824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7604528/posts/default/108960620692260824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waltd4.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back...'/><author><name>Walt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04844375128571892443</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>
