<?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-17837163</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:37:39.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance, Dance</title><subtitle type='html'>She says she's no good with words but I'm worse barely stuttered out "A joke of a romantic" or stuck to my tongue weighed down with words too over-dramatic tonight it's "it can't get much worse" bs. "no one should ever feel like.."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-113859221853819098</id><published>2006-01-29T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T19:36:58.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks, Puddles, Long Time Since Last Post</title><content type='html'>Starbucks blows.  Ryan, John and I went there yesterday after going to Sharper Image.  It sucks.  I got a Peppermint Mocha--I sware it was burnt.  Besides the fact that I work for their main competitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after that, we went chick-surfing (or something...).  We screamed, well, Ryan screamed, off the top of the parking garage down at some random girls walking beside City Hall making tons of noise.  I screamed, then we sent John down in his 'stang.  He said they smoked, Ryan and I crossed 'em off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puddles are fun.  At the Clements Concrete Football Field, there's always a giant puddle when it rains.  It's about 6 inches deep at the deepest point.  Ryan floored through it.  Waves going up and over his car--it was awesome.  He sorta taught me how to drive manual--I got it alright.  I ground third gear, but mashed my way through the puddle a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan's car started smoking and his reverse burnouts were crazy.  He went up on two wheels maybe three times--came oh so close to flipping his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to his house and he showed me the foyer he painted--it looks great--and the hole he patched--amazing.  He says he's gonna repaint the whole house and replace the ceiling and such.  It'll be a project.  He burned Kingdom Of Heaven and we messed around with a lot of music programs and a really annoying chromatic tuner that was super screechy.  His dog was freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I've blogged--I'm 18 now and I have over 1,000 songs downloaded.  Hawai'i, as you can tell by the picture above, was wonderful--I still haven't fully left.  My job's going along great, IAG is the greatest coffee place EVAR.  I got sponsored for TotalFark which is awesome.  Uh...that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-113859221853819098?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/113859221853819098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=113859221853819098&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113859221853819098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113859221853819098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2006/01/starbucks-puddles-long-time-since-last.html' title='Starbucks, Puddles, Long Time Since Last Post'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-113738512906961031</id><published>2006-01-15T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T20:21:44.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Highlight Of Last Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img13.imageshack.us/img13/388/dscn12844eb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.  I most definately own.  All of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're jealous, I can feel it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-113738512906961031?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/113738512906961031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=113738512906961031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113738512906961031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113738512906961031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2006/01/highlight-of-last-weekend.html' title='The Highlight Of Last Weekend'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-113614082200242547</id><published>2006-01-01T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T11:21:39.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR</title><content type='html'>My computer crashed four times before I could post this, so I'm not gonna re-type what I typed the first time. You're left with a screenshot of the "2006" at Times Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img414.imageshack.us/img414/4254/untitled7cl2.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-113614082200242547?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/113614082200242547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=113614082200242547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113614082200242547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113614082200242547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-113497013229231560</id><published>2005-12-18T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T21:28:52.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend, Texans, Colts, And Dolphins Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Music: Coldplay- Speed Of Sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mood: Tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was good.  Friday, after finding out I failed my PreCal exam on Thursday, I got an 82 on my sociology one--that was good.  I passed both of the classes for the semester.  Now all I have left is Eco and English.  I hate FBISD--why couldn't we be like the rest of the &lt;em&gt;world&lt;/em&gt; and get out last week?  Oh well.  Anyways, Friday night was fun.  I met up at Starbucks with a new friend of mine--she goes to Austin and is &lt;em&gt;super&lt;/em&gt; nice.  Really great girl, fun to be around, funny...  We ended up over at Barnes and Noble--cruising the music section and through the whole store.  We came across something called &lt;a href="http://www.websudoku.com"&gt;Sudoku&lt;/a&gt;--they're like number crossword puzzles.  I've played a few online, and I want one of those books.  There was a whole table of puzzle books (and a Sudoku for Dummies book).  They're quite fun, and the best part--no math is required.  Perfect to occupy me.  Apparently, they're "all the rage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Saturday--I don't remember much about.  That's probably because I didn't do anything.  TODAY on the other hand was good.  I flushed my radiator (which wasn't at &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; suggestive) and put new antifreeze in it.  I went up to O'Reilly and asked them about cold air intakes, and they told me I needed to go back tomorrow so they could call--mmm &lt;a href="http://www.injen.com"&gt;Injen&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so--football.  The Texans won (30-19), the Colts lost (26-17), and the Dolphins won (24-20) .  Only appropriate that the Dolphins win as they are the only NFL team in Super Bowl play to go undefeated.  In 1972, the Dolphins went 17-0--14-0 in the regular season, 2-0 in the playoffs, and a 14-7 win in Superbowl VII.  They went on to win the next year, too.  &lt;strong&gt;This just in:&lt;/strong&gt; sales of heavy coats in Hell have reportedly skyrocketed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog's asleep on my bed, so I think I'm gonna follow suit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-113497013229231560?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/113497013229231560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=113497013229231560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113497013229231560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113497013229231560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2005/12/weekend-texans-colts-and-dolphins.html' title='Weekend, Texans, Colts, And Dolphins Football'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-113471423451817826</id><published>2005-12-15T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T22:42:30.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam Houston State University, PreCal, Taco Bell's Grande Meal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img213.imageshack.us/img213/1319/shsu25bp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yessir!  I got accepted!  I'm a Bearkat, now, baby.  I had to re-read the acceptance letter--I swore I read it wrong the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been pretty boring save for yesterday and today.  Yesterday, aside from getting accepted to SHSU, I got my PreCal test from Tuesday back--I got a 92.  That pushed me over an 80 for my average for the third six weeks.  I figured I only needed a 48 on the exam today to pass with a 70 for the semester--of course, I aimed for higher.  I only have one exam a day, too, so I'm happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after a discussion in sociology, I decided to go to Taco Bell to get the Grande Meal--4 crunchy tacos, 3 soft tacos and 3 bean burritos.  I ate three crunchy tacos (my mom took the other one), all three soft tacos, and just one bean burrito (I didn't like them too much) but I still ended up eating seven tacos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got sociology tomorrow, eco on Monday, and English on Tuesday and them I'm home free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do believe I see a Razr in the near future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mphone.co.uk/motorola/images/motorola_razr_v3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Christmas- 10 days&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii- 23 days&lt;br /&gt;18- 32 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-113471423451817826?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/113471423451817826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=113471423451817826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113471423451817826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113471423451817826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2005/12/sam-houston-state-university-precal.html' title='Sam Houston State University, PreCal, Taco Bell&apos;s Grande Meal'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-113439951936235292</id><published>2005-12-12T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T06:58:39.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cassidy's Party, Texans Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Music: Fall Out Boy- Tell That Mick He Just Made My List Of Things To Do Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cassidy had a party on Saturday for her birthday.  It was 1920's-1930's themed, so I dressed up like Charlie Chaplin.  I pulled it off pretty well.  The party was fun; Ryan brought his fogger, so everybody was messing with it.  Surprisingly, the smoke alarm never went off.  Towards the end, Ryan, Cassidy's dad, a few other kids, and I, attacked everybody with silly string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left to go, I forgot to  get a present for her, so Charlie Chaplin took a trip to Randall's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party, a few of us went to Town Centre--that was interesting.  On the way there, I got stuck behind some person going 20mph down Austin Parkway--in the left lane.  Well, I was going 40--I was on his bumper.  I passed him (on the right) and when I pulled back in front of him, he honked at me for some reason.  I dunno, maybe he was pissed because I was going 5 over the speed limit at 1115.  I'm not sure.   Anyways, Town Centre was fun--it was Katie, Ryan, and two other people (I think they were Janelle and Sean...maybe Scott, but I'm not sure.)  We had interesting conversation and got funny looks because we were still in our 20's clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Katie back to Cassidy's and came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texans suck.  Yesterday, we had a perfect opportunity to tie the game and take it in to overtime--all we had to do was kick a 31-yard field goal.  Yeah, I said "all."  The kick was wide to the left.  I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WIDE&lt;/span&gt; to the left.  It was horrible.  So, we lost, 13-10 to the Titans--a team almost as bad as we are.  Oh well, hello Reggie Bush!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-113439951936235292?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/113439951936235292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=113439951936235292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113439951936235292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113439951936235292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2005/12/cassidys-party-texans-football.html' title='Cassidy&apos;s Party, Texans Football'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-113400528891186469</id><published>2005-12-07T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T17:28:09.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearl Harbor Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/159/3843/640/U.S.S.%20Arizona%20Memorial%201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 7th, 1941 - December 7th, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless the 2,400+ souls lost in the early morning hours of December 7th, 1941.  You will never be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, and against my will, my trip to Hawaii next month will not take me to the Pearl Harbor Memorial--we'll be on the wrong island (Maui) but atleast we'll be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-113400528891186469?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/113400528891186469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=113400528891186469&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113400528891186469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113400528891186469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2005/12/pearl-harbor-day.html' title='Pearl Harbor Day'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-113367691733502983</id><published>2005-12-03T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T22:27:26.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To be, or not to be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've been in a bit of a Shakespearean mood for the past few days...here's to Hamlet. Unforunately, Hamlet has to kill himself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To be, or not to be--that is the question:&lt;br /&gt;Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer&lt;br /&gt;The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune&lt;br /&gt;Or to take arms against a sea of troubles&lt;br /&gt;And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--&lt;br /&gt;No more--and by a sleep to say we end&lt;br /&gt;The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks&lt;br /&gt;That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation&lt;br /&gt;Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--&lt;br /&gt;To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,&lt;br /&gt;For in that sleep of death what dreams may come&lt;br /&gt;When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,&lt;br /&gt;Must give us pause. There's the respect&lt;br /&gt;That makes calamity of so long life.&lt;br /&gt;For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,&lt;br /&gt;Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely&lt;br /&gt;The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,&lt;br /&gt;The insolence of office, and the spurns&lt;br /&gt;That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,&lt;br /&gt;When he himself might his quietus make&lt;br /&gt;With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,&lt;br /&gt;To grunt and sweat under a weary life,&lt;br /&gt;But that the dread of something after death,&lt;br /&gt;The undiscovered country, from whose bourn&lt;br /&gt;No traveller returns, puzzles the will,&lt;br /&gt;And makes us rather bear those ills we have&lt;br /&gt;Than fly to others that we know not of?&lt;br /&gt;Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,&lt;br /&gt;And thus the native hue of resolution&lt;br /&gt;Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,&lt;br /&gt;And enterprise of great pitch and moment&lt;br /&gt;With this regard their currents turn awry&lt;br /&gt;And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,&lt;br /&gt;The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons&lt;br /&gt;Be all my sins remembered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hamlet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Act III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Scene 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-113367691733502983?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/113367691733502983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=113367691733502983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113367691733502983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113367691733502983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-be-or-not-to-be.html' title='To be, or not to be'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-113347637550643380</id><published>2005-12-01T14:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T14:35:26.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Creeps in this petty pace from day to day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To the last syllable of recorded time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And all our yesterdays have lighted fools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The way to dusy death.  Out, out, brief candle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That struts and frets his hour upon the stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And then is heard no more: it is a tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Signifying nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MacBeth&lt;br /&gt;Act V&lt;br /&gt;Scene 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-113347637550643380?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/113347637550643380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=113347637550643380&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113347637550643380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113347637550643380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2005/12/tomorrow-and-tomorrow-and-tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-113304773856316311</id><published>2005-11-26T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T15:29:44.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving, Expensive Cars, Stupid Wal*Mart Customers, Free Breakfast, Getting A Job, And "My Car Is Making Funny Noises"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mood: Bored&lt;br /&gt;Music: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Theme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, so, Thanksgiving was Thursday. I woke up around 10 or 1030--sleeping through the DCI thing. Oh well. Anyways, we went over to my aunt and uncle's house to eat and stuff. Deviled eggs are still gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, with nothing else to do, I went to the Mercedes-Benz dealership on 59 and took some pictures. They have a $455,750 SLR McLaren sitting on the showroom floor. They've sold it already. That was pretty fun--freakin' sweet car. I realized soon after I left, I didn't take any wide angle shots of it. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img478.imageshack.us/img478/1615/dscn10905rk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Imageshack owns my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, there are no pictures on the internet of the gobs of people that actually woke up at 4 in the morning on "Black Friday" to go shopping. The video I keep seeing on TV, though, is awful. Civilized people turned into savages because they want to go to WAL*MART. It's WAL*MART! People being trampled after the doors were unlocked, FIST FIGHTS breaking out over video games. IT'S A VIDEO GAME! If you have to sink so low as to fight somebody for an Xbox 360 game, your kid is a brat. Honestly. You'll just end up in jail. And, on a serious note, somebody actually got ROBBED at GUNPOINT in her DRIVEWAY walking to her house after buying an Xbox 360 for her brat. I mean, for her son. Dumbasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more happy note, Brian got a job. I went to It's A Grind last night to meet up with Allison and Joey (they weren't there) and noticed a big "HELP WANTED" sign on the door, so I applied. I talked to the manager today (hawt!) and she said she'd give me a call tomorrow and that I'd start training tomorrow, too. Also, since it rained today, instead of setting up for an art show, I got free breakfast buffet from Skeeter's. One of the guys I met there owns Los Tios (where the art show was s'posed to be) and Skeeter's, so we went there and ate and talked for an hour or two--about some interesting things. The guy--Robert--had an interesting past that included hair down to his back, crashing his Ferrari Testarossa, winning $9,995 on a $2.00 ticket at Gulf Greyhound Park, and other assorted things of interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ryan comes over at like 230 and tells me his car is making "funny noises." He said it sounded like my car (which is...bad!) so I took a look and diagnosed the problem as an exhaust leak. Earlier this week, I could smell exhaust seeping into the car. I took a look under the car and found a joint between the pipe coming out of the cat. con. and the one going into the muffler breaking. It looked like the clips and hangers had rusted and broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting past couple of days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-113304773856316311?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/113304773856316311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=113304773856316311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113304773856316311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113304773856316311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanksgiving-expensive-cars-stupid.html' title='Thanksgiving, Expensive Cars, Stupid Wal*Mart Customers, Free Breakfast, Getting A Job, And &quot;My Car Is Making Funny Noises&quot;'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-113285525567208343</id><published>2005-11-24T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T17:12:35.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Of My Weird Habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I thought I was doing good not being tagged, but Taha tagged me, so, here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Ground Rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The first player of this "game" starts with the topic "5 Weird Habits Of Yourself" and people who get tagged need to write a Xanga/Blog/MySpace/LJ entry about their five weird habits, as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "You have been tagged" in their Xanga/Blg/MySpace/LJ and tell them to read yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It seems I've been tagged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. I'm with Stephen, I have to empty my spit valve as soon as I stop playing whether I need to or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have to drive with one hand on the steering wheel and one on the gear shifter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I bite my fingernails all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I consciously fight the urge to walk with the ping of the metronome when I walk in to the band hall while the metronome is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I turn my plate while I eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;I tag: Allison, Megan R., Cody, Andrew, and Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That was more difficult that it should have been...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-113285525567208343?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/113285525567208343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=113285525567208343&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113285525567208343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113285525567208343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2005/11/five-of-my-weird-habits.html' title='Five Of My Weird Habits'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-113282143503449426</id><published>2005-11-24T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T00:37:15.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick And Jessica 2002 - 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/488/nickandjessica6ti.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes folks, that crude, MS Paint-generated picture says it all: "It's over."  Nick and Jessica have "jointly announced an official seperation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Us Weekly,&lt;/span&gt; November 2005: 'After three years of marriage, and careful thought and consideration, we have decided to part ways,' the couple tells &lt;i&gt;Us&lt;/i&gt; in an exclusive joint statement. 'This is the mutual decision of two people with an enormous amount of respect and admiration for each other. We hope that you respect our privacy during this difficult time.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast they lasted three years on their first marriage, Britney Spears lasted 55 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to be the first one to say this, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.easyart.com/i/prints/rw/lg/7/1/Maxi-Posters-Oh-shiat--71886.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-113282143503449426?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/113282143503449426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=113282143503449426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113282143503449426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113282143503449426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2005/11/nick-and-jessica-2002-2005.html' title='Nick And Jessica 2002 - 2005'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-113279458814028408</id><published>2005-11-23T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T17:09:48.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALLISON!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Music: Motion City Soundtrack- Hold Me Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ALLISON CAME HOME TODAY!! &lt;br /&gt;I was way excited to see her.  Around 2, she, her friend Cody, and I met up at Los Tios for a late lunch.  Our waiter asked us if we wanted any dessert, Cody said that we were just gonna go to "get coffee" so when he brought us our checks, he brought us some pure sugar...cookies?  I don't know what they were, but they were pretty good.  I shoved a whole one in my mouth and was overwhelmed by sugar.  It was so sweet.  Allison said you were s'posed to take a bite and then take a sip of black coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison hasn't changed any, she just has lots more bling.  She has like four rings and some wrist chain thing that goes around your wrist and attaches to a ring on your middle finger.  She's got a cool cross choker, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we left Los Tios, we went to It's A Grind.  Allison took one sip of--whatever she got--and just about died.  She hasn't had it in like three months and she's addicted to it.  I personally think Starbucks is better, but that's just me.  Allison showed me some of the things the band does marching wise.  The military step looks so painful.  You have to snap your ankle down and--for the band nerds reading this--take a six-to-five step.  She showed me the way the band runs on to the field--I laughed so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared lots of stories about college life and what not.  I need to get a picture before she leaves again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've not done much else.  Right now, I'm watching a Kenny Chesney concert on ABC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-113279458814028408?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/113279458814028408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=113279458814028408&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113279458814028408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113279458814028408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2005/11/allison.html' title='ALLISON!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-113255593028827398</id><published>2005-11-20T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T22:52:10.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Skip Day, Redbox Movies, Charlie Chaplin Movies, Football, Water Balloon Cannons, And Off-Roading</title><content type='html'>Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was "Senior Skip Day" so I, well, skipped.  It was relaxing, made some money--I took the car of the guy who cuts my hair to get the oil changed (hasn't had it done in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;18,000 miles&lt;/span&gt;) and to get a car wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Ryan, Stephen and I practiced our ensemble again--without Steven.  He was too busy sleeping for 18 hours.  I called his house to chastise him for missing our rehearsal (because he did that to me Friday) and it ended up being his dad.  I felt so stupid and apologized more than profusely.  Afterwards, we picked up Keshav and went to McDonald's to get food and one of those Redbox movies.  The first movie we got (Assault on Precinct 13) skipped all over the place and froze, so we took it back.  We went back and got The Longest Yard for free.  We learned two promo codes for free movies, but I'm not talkin'.  The movie was pretty good--it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, after I watched Dust To Glory: The Baja 1000, I came across a Charlie Chaplin movie on TCM called "Modern Times."  It was a silent (obviously) satire of the industrial era.  It was really funny.  Movies back then were awesome--much better than the crap-fests Hollywood puts out now.  Of course, there are a few exceptions to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an interesting day.  I went over to Ryan's and then to Stephen's to get him and Keshav to go to Home Depot to get a few things to make a water balloon cannon.  The thing is so pimp--it didn't take very long to put together, either, and works pretty well.  We blew up a few things, broke a few things, but it was worth it.  It'll shoot a balloon about 40 feet in the air.  The barrel is about 10 feet tall and driving was interesting.  I like the way it loads now--like an old-time rifle or musket.  You've gotta drop the rope and missle in, put the balloon on top, inside the cup at the top of the missile, and then pack it in with a piece of PVC pipe.  I'm satisfied with that, but Ryan wants to make it automatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan, Stephen, Keshav, and I met up with Steven, Anuj, Samir, and Nishi to play some football.  Taha showed up a little later.  We played "Brown Kids v. White Kids" and the White Kids got beat 10 TD's to seven.  We had a three TD lead, but blew it after Taha showed up.  Hey, uneven teams!  Some kids from Dulles showed up, and we left to go build the cannon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove around aimlessly, around Oil Field and such.  We went off-roading a little bit (until we saw a "No Tresspassing" sign) and stopped at some park to do some cheesy work-out thing.  Bremner threw a golfball TenBrook had found across the street and as he was chasing it, we all ran back to Ryan's car.  Stephen caught up and tried to get in the car, but ended up falling out--it was kinda funny, then I thought Ryan ran over his hand, then it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; funny seeing him react.  Still sucks--hey, it's painful, I'd know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back to Stephen's, we stopped at some gas station.  Ryan pulled up to the "Detailing Station" and gave me 75 cents to get out and make the car smell like "Luscious Lemon."  The car smells worse than it did beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to Stephen's house to kill time--watched a couple movies, played some video games and basically jacked around.  His parents are in Sweden (his dad's getting a brand new XC90 straight from the factory).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allison's coming home in a few days and Thanksgiving is Thursday (FOOD!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm done here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-113255593028827398?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/113255593028827398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=113255593028827398&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113255593028827398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113255593028827398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2005/11/senior-skip-day-redbox-movies-charlie.html' title='Senior Skip Day, Redbox Movies, Charlie Chaplin Movies, Football, Water Balloon Cannons, And Off-Roading'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-113202615457780477</id><published>2005-11-14T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T19:44:29.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eddie Guerrero 1967 - 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www5f.biglobe.ne.jp/%7Egalmania/wwe_i/img/eddie-guerrero01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. Eddie&lt;br /&gt;"Lie, cheat, and steal"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-113202615457780477?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/113202615457780477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=113202615457780477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113202615457780477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113202615457780477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2005/11/eddie-guerrero-1967-2005.html' title='Eddie Guerrero 1967 - 2005'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-113184657473356752</id><published>2005-11-12T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T17:51:15.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ensembles, Coheed &amp; Cambria, Playoff Football, And Clements Hockey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mood: Bored outta my mind--and I want my puck back.&lt;br /&gt;Music: 311- Down/Fleetwood Mac- Tusk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much happened this week. Wednesday was Solo &amp; Ensemble Day, and Ryan, Steven and I picked out a cool quartet. It's pretty awesome, and we should do pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Anthony made me a copy of Coheed &amp;amp; Cambria's second album &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3&lt;/span&gt;, so that was cool. We had rehearsal that day, too. We spent about 30 minutes learning the block to play Trilogy and Karn Evil 9 at our playoff game that we had today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to keep the playoff game summary short and sweet: we lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Steven had a hockey game last night in Friendswood, so Ryan, Stephen, his brother and I all went. We played pool at Steven's for a little while and Ryan painted a giant C on his face along with a brown puck and the word "HOCKEY" across his face.  Before Steven's parents left, we ordered pizza.  Ryan told the guy on the other end to "be creative."  We ended up with one cheese with extra cheese and one sausage with extra cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to the place, Ryan decided to stop at Hannah's for a little while. He parked in the driveway and about five or 10 minutes later, her parents came home and honked. We took off running toward the car--I was holding a box of pizza--and made our way to the Aerodrome on the way to Space City Ice Station in Friendswood. It was a 34 mile drive to the place--and it was an eventful drive, too. Ryan stalled out in the middle of 45. Um...when we got there, there was another game in progress so we chilled and watched it. I think it was Clear Lake and Hightower--Hightower got demolished. After &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; game ended, a few girls (not the one's Steven would like crawling on him) started talking to us. They asked us if anybody on our team was hot and stuff--stupid questions. A puck flew over the plexi and I picked it up and put it in my pocket. On the way back to the stands, one of 'em asked me for it, so I tossed it to her. I want it back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was against Pearland and it was a really good game--it ended tied 4-4. Chris added eight penalty minutes to his already acquired 16. Anthony took a hard hit, and we somehow managed to cram three people into the penalty box. Steven had two assists, but the scorekeepers didn't log them, so instead of being ranked third, he's ranked seventh now. He's pretty violent, too--in the third period with about 30 seconds left, we were crammed around Pearland's goal taking shots that should have gone in and Steven started beating the crap outta the goalie after he smothered the puck--it was pretty funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-113184657473356752?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/113184657473356752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=113184657473356752&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113184657473356752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113184657473356752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2005/11/ensembles-coheed-cambria-playoff.html' title='Ensembles, Coheed &amp; Cambria, Playoff Football, And Clements Hockey'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-113151653358747946</id><published>2005-11-08T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T22:08:53.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mile Runs, Sidney Crosby, And Simon Gagne</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mood: Tired&lt;br /&gt;Music: Bruce Springsteen- Kitty's Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Ryan and I went to Oyster Creek Park to run a mile--it felt good to do it, but I'm in so much pain.  My calves hurt, my shins hurt, my thighs hurt...everything hurts.  After we left the park, we went over to McDonalds and got ice cream sundaes.  Great warm down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of late (the past two days...) I've been watching a bit of NHL on TV...I think I'm addicted.  I've found two favorite players already: 18 year old Sidney Crosby and 25 year old Simon Gagne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidney Crosby has played only 15 career games and he already has 19 points (five goals, 14 assists (sixth in NHL)), three power play goals and six power play assists.  The kid is barely 18 years old.  Crosby's stats through his first 15 games are about the same as teammate Mario Lemieux through the first 15 games of his career in 1984.  Lemieux is in the Hall of Fame.  Crosby wears number 87 and plays center for the Pittsburgh Penguins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.crosby87.com/image/image_gallery?img_id=156" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon Gagne, a six-year veteran of the game, already leads the league in goals (15) and is eighth in the league with points (23).  He has six PPG and one PPA.  Gagne had one goal in tonight's 4-3 OT victory over the Boston Bruins.  Gagne wears number 12 and plays left wing for the Philadelphia Flyers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://svt.se/content/1/c6/21/36/40/gagne_290.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-113151653358747946?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/113151653358747946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=113151653358747946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113151653358747946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113151653358747946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2005/11/mile-runs-sidney-crosby-and-simon.html' title='Mile Runs, Sidney Crosby, And Simon Gagne'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-113133597586715890</id><published>2005-11-06T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T20:16:05.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Signs, Saw II, Jake's Steaks, Clements Hockey, And $20 Bills</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mood: Fulfilled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Music: Blue Öyster Cult- (Don't Fear) The Reaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Last night after the football game, before we left Clements, Kelley gave Kaitlin a key-lime pie.  She offered a piece to Mr. J, but he said "no, but he'll eat it" and pointed at me.  I took one bite and go the whole piece shoved in my face.  One bite!  Well, two--Kelley gave me a bite of hers.  I sat there with pie on my face for a good five minutes while Rachel (and everybody else) laughed at me before I got a towel to wipe it off my face.  I went home, took a shower and went to Cici's with Ryan, Keshav, Kelley, Steven, Shawn, Stephen, Robert, and John Booker.  We left there and went to play tag (bad mistake!) for a little while and then went to Stephen's house to play MVP Baseball and Halo 2.  On the way there, John Booker found a road sign laying on the side of the road.  It was completely assembled.  He picked it up and put it on somebody's front porch, rang the doorbell and ran, but after nobody answered the door, it ended up in my back seat.  I took it out, tearing my headliner, and put it front of the garage.  John went to his house, obtained the hex wrench neccesary to take apart the signs, took them apart and put them in my trunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saw II: &lt;/strong&gt;Ryan and I went to see Saw II again last night (using our free passes from the week before) and this time it worked.  Despite the fact that it was super gory, we both believe it is the best filmed horror movie ever.  The concept of the movie is so twisted you want to lock James Wan (director) in a psych-ward and never let him out.  We're going to have to take a break from any Saw movies for now, and wait until Saw III comes out before we see another Saw movie.  If you thought Saw I was twisted and gory, you have seen nothing.  I give it two severed thumbs up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I woke up this morning around 10:00 and drove to Clements to meet up with a few friends from my Eco class to go to Jake's Philly Steaks on Chimney Rock in Houston. As soon as you walk in the door, you're not in Houston anymore, you'd sware you were in the middle of Philadelphia; there were tons of Eagles and Phillies flags and newspaper headlines all over the walls and other Philadelphia memorabilia. I got a Fajita Philly Steak--it was good. Nice and hot, fresh made when I ordered it. Came home, sat around for a little while, gave Coco a bath and then went to Kroger with my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Steven had a hockey game tonight so Kelley, Ryan and I all went to watch. They played Klein and kept up pretty good until the third period when the defense just collapsed. We lost 7-3. Steven had an assist--he played pretty well. Kelley caught a puck that flew over the plexi-glass and bounced off the wall behind the bleachers and rolled towards us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After we left the game, as Ryan and I were walking back to Ryan's truck, I found a $20 bill laying in the middle of the parking lot. I scooped it up and instead of going home, we went to Marble Slab. We drove Ryan's route at his work and found yet another couple making out against an SUV in the parking lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-113133597586715890?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/113133597586715890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=113133597586715890&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113133597586715890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113133597586715890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2005/11/road-signs-saw-ii-jakes-steaks.html' title='Road Signs, Saw II, Jake&apos;s Steaks, Clements Hockey, And $20 Bills'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-113098569944338602</id><published>2005-11-02T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T18:48:38.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween, Tuesday Football Games, Coheed and Cambria, And Pumpkin Pie Milkshakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mood: This is the pussiest salad I've ever had!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I was doing good to update every other day--guess I kinda forgot I had this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween it rained. Oh well. That didn't keep Ryan, Chris, Shawn, Timmy and I from having fun, though. I went to the doctor after school to get a prescription to get rid of my upper respiratory infection and then went to Walgreens to get it filled. Well, the power decided to go out at Walgreens, so I came home. While I was home, it rained so damn hard you couldn't see in front of you--I'm glad I wasn't driving in it. Anyways, I waited until my parents got home and then went off to Ryan's. He showed off his display--that he had to tear down minutes after putting it up--and then we went inside and partied. We called Keshav, Kelley and Shannon who all came over--Shannon multiple times. Lots of music, fog, and food. And some questionable acts thrown in, too--of course, what isn't questionable with us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I inhaled some of the fog, but instead of just inhaling it, I blasted the fogger into my face--not smart. The fog was cool with my cloak. Lots of trick-or-treaters came, surprisingly, even though it was raining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's game sucked. I came home for a little while and then went to Quizno's with Ryan and then back to school to leave (gasp!) for the game. The run sucked, the game sucked (27-0 loss), we sucked, everything sucked.  People were acting stupid and juvenile--Galloway didn't even want to be around us after the third quarter. Band members were GOING TO THE CONCESSION STAND after halftime. That's a great way to RUIN A $300 UNIFORM! I have no problem taking $300 from you because your ignorant self decided to buy nachos and spill them all over your uniform. We played absolutely zero in the second half--I don't blame Galloway for not wanting to be around us. Two horns spilled their damn pixie sticks all over the front of their uniforms and shit was flying through the air. Grow up, God damn it, you're in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coheed and Cambria.&lt;/span&gt;  I recently (yesterday) obtained a copy of Coheed and Cambria's new album &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Apollo I'm Burning Star IV, Volume One: From Fear Through The Eyes Of Madness&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It is an absolutely amazing CD--plenty of rippin' guitar, lots of drums, and--of course--Claudio's insane range. I recommend picking up a copy for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we didn't have rehearsal so Ryan, Kelley, Steven, Stephen, and I decided to go to Jack In The Box to get a Pumpkin Pie milkshake. We had to take Shawn home, first, so my car was packed with six bodies. The trunk was completely full and the top of the wheel well was about three inches from the top of the tire. It was nuts. The shakes were really good--they tasted exactly like pumkin pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-113098569944338602?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/113098569944338602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=113098569944338602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113098569944338602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113098569944338602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2005/11/halloween-tuesday-football-games.html' title='Halloween, Tuesday Football Games, Coheed and Cambria, And Pumpkin Pie Milkshakes'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-113048428297582709</id><published>2005-10-28T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T00:27:10.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck Palahniuk, Saw II, And Ranger Fest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Strage fascination with his novels these days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;FIGHT CLUB was really good. I haven't seen the movie yet, but now that I've read the book, I want to see the movie as I've heard it was pretty good. It was an entertaining read--a few "WTF" moments, especially at the end. Ryan C. (from my eco class, who is supplying these books) told me all the research he does for the things he mentions in his books. How to make soap, napalm, how to remove blood from a white fur coat and numerous other things. I think dynamite was in there, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I want to read SURVIVOR and STRANGER THAN FICTION: TRUE STORIES, too. I've read a little bit of HAUNTED, as well. A few of the stories in HAUNTED were messed up, seriously. I'm not even going to get in to them, especially one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For the Saw II part--I'm never going back to a low budget midnight movie. The film flipped upside down and started to play backwards from the end, so now Ryan and I know what happens. I still want to see it because it was kinda cool, but of course, I know the end--but I'm glad there was no audio--well, there was, it was just in reverse. In the 40 or so minutes we saw, I'd have to say it's a bit more gory and bloody than the first movie. Somebody's head gets crushed in like the first five or so minutes. And then like twenty minutes later, somebody gets like half their head blowed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ranger Fest was ok, it was expensive, though. Everything had the "charity tax" on it. I played a few games of dodgeball with Keshav (I owned, I surpised myself) and bruised my toe because I played in sandals. Keshav let me use his--two sizes too big--shoes the second time, and I did better. I saw my Little League Baseball coach/dentist there, too, so that was a plus. As I was dodging two balls coming straight at me, I heard somebody say, "that kid knows how to move!"And now that it's twelve minutes after two, I'm going to bed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-113048428297582709?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/113048428297582709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=113048428297582709&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113048428297582709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113048428297582709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2005/10/chuck-palahniuk-saw-ii-and-ranger-fest.html' title='Chuck Palahniuk, Saw II, And Ranger Fest'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-113037955982876965</id><published>2005-10-26T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T00:26:03.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mood: Hyper energy&lt;br /&gt;Music: Fall Out Boy: Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was pretty good. I woke up early to make it to school on time to meet up with Ryan so he could hook up his external hard-drive to the Steedster's computer so I could present our English project to my class. It went smoothly, it was pretty good--I heard somebody say, "Automatic 100." I couldn't stop laughing at a lot of the scenes--and neither could the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band was really good, I played pretty well after I blew my nose, but at the stadium rehearsal I did really bad. I did really good trying to breath--it was bad. After rehearsal, I gave Stephen a 15 yard head start across the field--he beat me by five yards only. Rematch from the first rehearsal where I smoked him in 200 yards--I beat him by 20 or 25 yards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it--off to write English journals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-113037955982876965?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/113037955982876965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=113037955982876965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113037955982876965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/113037955982876965'/><link 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style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your tomb is where your heart is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I should have told her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;But within me hid a secret so terrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;To cry is to know that you're alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;But my river of tears has run dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I never wanted to fool you, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;But a cold heart is a dead heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it feels like I've been buried alive by love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I should die before I wake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pray no one my soul to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I wake before I die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rescue me with your smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I should die before I wake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;There ain't no one my soul to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I wake before I die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rescue me with your smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;The kiss of vanity blessed me with a spiritual murder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;And fed the gods of war insatiable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your home is where the dark is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I should have told her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Embrace the fire indestructible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;To die is to know that you're alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;And my river of blood won't run dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I never wanted to lose you, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;But a cold heart is a dead heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it feels like I've been buried alive by love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I should die before I wake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pray no one my soul to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I wake before I die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rescue me with your smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I should die before I wake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pray no one my soul to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I wake before I die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rescue me with your smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;And they say to cry is to know that you're alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;And my river of tears has run dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I never wanted to fool you, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;But a cold heart is a dead heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;A deserted soul is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;A cold heart is a dead heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;And it feels like I've been buried alive by love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I should die before I wake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;There ain't no one my soul to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I wake before I die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rescue me with your smile,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I should die before I wake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pray no one my soul to take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;If I wake before I die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rescue me with your smile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been buried alive by love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been buried alive by love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Buried alive by love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been buried alive by love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been buried alive by love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been buried alive by love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;H.I.M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buried Alive By Love&lt;br /&gt;Love Metal, 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-113021454564695878?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-112996017430655701</id><published>2005-10-21T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T23:10:52.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Under The Sea Day, so Ryan decided he was going to wear a 36'' wig of hair with a coconut bikini top (real coconuts!) and carry around this giant fish pillow thing. We went to Wal*Mart at like 11:00 the night before to get everything he needed. When we got back to his house, he put the coconut &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in the microwave&lt;/span&gt; to see if it wouldn't make the centre easier to get out--it did, and it also made the kitchen smell really good. He used a saw to cut the coconut in half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today kinda sucked--well, ok, it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;sucked. School blew, the pep rally during 7th period--even though it got me out of PreCal--sucked. After that, I went with Stephen to the mall to try and find some NL Champ Shirts. On the way there, I GOT PULLED OVER for speeding. Yes, I was going 40 in a 20 (damn school zones). Court date's the 17th or something--I dunno what my parents did with it. God, I hope there's no fine, or my officer doesn't show up, that would be awesome. Stephen and I were listening to Stephen Lynch's Superhero comedy song thing, and as soon as I passed the cop to pull over, Lynch screamed "FUCK YOU!" so I was kinda hoping the officer didn't hear that. I ended up finding out that my mom had bought two World Series shirts for my sister and I already, so that's cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I drove off from signing my "citation" and Stephen and I got to the mall, Ryan called and I told him I got a ticket.  He laughs and after he hangs up, he tells me that Steven said, "Haha, now we can all laugh at Brian because you'll never get a ticket!"  Five minutes later, he tells me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he, too&lt;/span&gt; gets pulled over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Football game was a little slow at the start, but we ended up winning--so now we play games in November. The show kicked ass. Nights was a little shaky, ELP was pretty good, but Trilogy absolutely kicked ass. It was positively amazing. We got the WHOLE Homecoming crowd on their feet at the end. There was easily 2,000 people there--and they were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; standing, screaming. Saw a few friends that had graduated, so that was cool. After the game I went over to IHOP with Rachel and like 17 other people. I chilled there for prolly an hour or so and met a few new people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh...Astros @ White Sox Game 1 today at 6:30. Since I'm not going to Homecoming, I guess Ryan, his brother and I--and anybody else--are gonna go to either Dave &amp;amp; Buster's or Slick Willie's to play some games, shoot some pool and watch the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astros in six, baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-112996017430655701?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/112996017430655701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=112996017430655701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/112996017430655701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/112996017430655701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2005/10/yesterday-was-under-sea-day-so-ryan.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-112978547079233838</id><published>2005-10-19T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T22:30:32.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Amazing Day Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.fairmarket.com/images/site1091/members/3442073-Astros_Logo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Today could not have been any better.  Slept nice and late this morning, eco we did nothing, sociology we watched a movie on a girl that was left isolated for 13 years (ok, that was kinda depressing), and band was pretty good.  At lunch, Ryan found out that the school &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ran out of homecoming tickets&lt;/span&gt;.  Seriously, how do you run out of tickets?  English was fun, I threw Teddy Grahams at Justin.  PreCal we got a quiz back that we took yesterday--I GOT A 100!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the dollar store and bought a Rip It energy drink.  It was sugar free, unfortunately.  I was so hyper before rehearsal and during, but towards the end I ocould barely stay awake--I was almost falling asleep on the field.  After rehearsal, I went over to Stephen's house to watch the ASTROS SMOKE THE CARDINALS!  WHAT NOW!?  NATIONAL LEAGUE CHAMPIONS BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;W-O-R-L-D  S-E-R-I-E-S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After the game was over, I wrote all over my car and went to Ryan's to set off a few fireworks.  I wrote all over his car, too, and we went to Academy to (try to) buy National League Champs shirts, but of course, people had probably lined up after the first run was scored in the first inning, because by the time we got there, the line was all the way back to World Market.  People were going nuts, oh man, it was amazing.  Honking and cheering.  I got out of the car and ran down the line with my hand out getting high fives from people.  So many people honking and going nuts.  We didn't get our shirts, but I'm going tomorrow morning to get one.  I'm wearing that, my Pettitte jersey, my pendant and my hat all tomorrow.  I'm also gonna take the two flags I have and...do something with them.  Oh God, tomorrow at school is going to be absolutely nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm gonna call the Houston Chronicle to ask them for the newspaper in which they trashed the Astros by printing the tombstone.  I'm going to frame it--right next to the one that says "National League Champs!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Absolutely amazing day today--I have some of the greatest friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-112978547079233838?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/112978547079233838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=112978547079233838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/112978547079233838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/112978547079233838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2005/10/damn-amazing-day-today.html' title='Damn Amazing Day Today!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-112968286600690234</id><published>2005-10-18T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T17:47:46.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mood:  Fooooood!  &lt;em&gt;Heh, I made a rhyme!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Music: BEP- The Boogie That Be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Don't even get me started on the Astros last night.  Great up until Lidge came in--and even that was pretty.  Up until, of course, Pujols put one over the railroad tracks.  And what really bothers me is that they &lt;em&gt;knew&lt;/em&gt; Pujols was a threat to our lead, yet they didn't walk him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Steps to making it to a World Series with 2 outs, 2 strikes in the top of the ninth inning leading 4-2 in game 5, with two on and Pujols at bat:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Walk Pujols (Yeah, so what if the bases are loaded, grow some balls and play &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; baseball.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Strike out Sanders (He struck out anyways)&lt;br /&gt;3. Win game (Uh, and I don't mean the Cardinals.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes, it's that simple.  Anyways, today was decent.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eco was kinda fun, doing another project--stocks this time.  Decided with Sam to invest in money!  Everything else from then on sucked.  Rehearsal was pretty good up until the end when I started to suck.  Uh, filmed with Ryan and Miles afterwards to finish up the LOTR scene.  Randall's on Saturday should be fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Stadium tomorrow--oh joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Not much else to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Anuj: "Pujols shouldn't be playing baseball, he should be mowing my lawn!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-112968286600690234?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/112968286600690234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=112968286600690234&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/112968286600690234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/112968286600690234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2005/10/mood-fooooood-heh-i-made-rhyme-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-112943980594931482</id><published>2005-10-15T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T22:16:45.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mood: Energy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Music: Eric Clapton- You Look Wonderful Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Ay, busy today.  Hmm...I woke up at like 945 and my mom forced me to eat breakfast before I went out to start filming.  Ryan came by and we went to the dollar store to get some costume thingees, honey buns and IBC Rootbeer.  We left threre, and as we were driving to pick everybody up, we came across a bowling machine for free.  Ryan's truck was full of stuff and my Cavie is much too small, so Ryan said he'd go back later--he never went back.  The guy said it worked fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We got two scenes done and part of another one.  In the LOTR scene, Keshav and I were "fighting" and we both fell over into a thorn bush.  Keshav got a giant one in his back, and a couple in his hand, and I got like 15-20 in my hand--pain in the &lt;em&gt;ass&lt;/em&gt; to take out.  Keshav's was swelling before Kelley pulled it out.  Kelley wrote on my back window with window chalk and all over Ryan's car before we left to go to Town Centre to ask random people (mostly guys) "What do men want in a relationship?"  Most of the answers were obvious--"sex" but we got two good ones--"companionship, loyalty," and "whatever the woman wants--we want the same."  We went to Stephen's to watch the Astros beat the Cardinals in 61" High Definition.  I took Kelley home and spent an hour and a half at her house pulling splinters from my hand--I still have three or four left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;After I got back, we ate some pizza and then Stephen and I went to Renee's to bother her a bit before she went to see the play at school.  I got a call from Steven telling me to call Keshav's phone (which I had in my car).  I told him I was staring at the phone RIGHT as Keshav's dad called.  Long, interesting conversation with Keshav's dad.   I somehow let it slip I was in front of Renee's talking to her so like 10 minutes later, Ryan speeds up and slams on his ABS like three feet from my car.  I was about ready to kick his ass.  Stephen and I left Ryan's house, and then from went to the Dulles game--Stephen and I walked in &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; as Dulles was stepping off.  The show was pretty cool.  We went down to the band section and said hello to a few friends and were promptly kicked out by the BD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Uh, Stephen and I went to Town Centre again.  We met up with Ryan, Steven, Keshav, and walked around a little bit, went in to Starbucks, then Stephen and I split off and drove around aimlessly.  We ended up at Kelley's for a little while, then went back to his house--I got completely owned at the baseball game we were playing--I gave up 13 runs in the first inning and proceeded to give up another 14 or 15 to lose 28-3.  We drove around again and found a balloon sitting in the middle of the street and found it appropriate to leave it on Renee's front porch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;At some point, some chick in a truck drove past us--I don't remember where we were going, but we saw her again when she honked at us (because the back of my car says, "honk for free sex!" (cough cough, Kelley)).  I got two honks from that and two high beam flashes (my windshield says, "check me out w00t").&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Um, then I came home...and here I am typing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-112943980594931482?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/112943980594931482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=112943980594931482&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/112943980594931482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/112943980594931482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-novel.html' title='It&apos;s A Novel'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-112935837680535688</id><published>2005-10-14T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T23:39:36.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mood: Tired&lt;br /&gt;Music: The Flaming Tsunamis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clements Football has finally made the playoffs.  No, you didn't read that wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game today was awesome, but I had to fight the urge to fall asleep so many times.  On the way to the game, Kelley, Ryan, Keshav, Steven, Stephen and I had an interesting discussion about eyes and their colour.  Needless to say, Renee came up somehow, and I must comment she does have very pretty eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our show went pretty well, but there were a few places with a few minor detail mistakes.  In the fourth quarter, the Drumline played Vato, and during the "dance" (cough cough) I heard it get quieter, then look over at Johnson to see that he's pointing at the group of people I'm with and shaking his head.  Nishi told me that last week somebody fell and broke a french horn during Vato, so that's why Johnson stopped it, but, meh, party pooper either way.  After we got back, I went over to Ryan's to work on his/my English project (we're sharing it) for an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to wake up early-ish tomorrow, so time to end this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-112935837680535688?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/112935837680535688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=112935837680535688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/112935837680535688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/112935837680535688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2005/10/football-game.html' title='Football Game'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-112932504692413147</id><published>2005-10-14T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T23:43:23.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mood: Very tired&lt;br /&gt;Music: ELP- Trilogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm so tired right now--I shouldn't be, though. The football game is in like three-and-a-half hours, but I have to be there in about 20 minutes, so that kinda blows. We're playing Willowridge, and it's their Homecoming. Great, now we get to stare into the setting sun and wait forever while they do their Court and those other shenanigans that go with it. I heard somebody that like half the football team failed, so maybe we'll hav&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e a chance this year. Last year, when we played them (our Homecoming) it was 24-0 at the Half.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band was halfway decent--we played through the show and did The Imperial March. Lunch was--a bit quiet. I think I might have fallen asleep in English, and I'm dropping PreCal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to talk about. We still havent' decided what to do after the game, either...perhaps we'll just drive around frivolously. I dunno, either way--party in Ryan's truck !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa filming to do tomorrow, and I think I may have gotten a day or two extra to do my English project!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-112932504692413147?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/112932504692413147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=112932504692413147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/112932504692413147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/112932504692413147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2005/10/mood-very-tired-music-elp-trilogy-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17837163.post-112930563451952745</id><published>2005-10-14T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T09:00:34.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Entry--From The Library</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, I'm s'posed to be in Sociology right now, but I've decided to write my first entry.  The Pep Rally this morning was...a pep rally, nothing really special.  Matysiak had us play Rock and Roll Music (which we played like three times before we did it right) and Karn Evil 9--I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; that song!  After that ended, Rachel, Bryant and I went to the mall (yeah off periods!) to see if the cinnamon roll place was open--it wasn't.  In the food court, there are a few of those little ride on thingees for kids.  There was an ice-cream truck looking thing that I got in--I got stuck.  As I was getting out, Rachel spanked me and I hit my head on the roof.  After we left the mall, we went to Shipley's.  We got back to school and I showed off my car.  I left to go pick up my mom from dropping my dad's car off at the shop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In Eco, we watched some movie.  And here I am now in Sociology "working on a project" in the library.  Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17837163-112930563451952745?l=sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/feeds/112930563451952745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17837163&amp;postID=112930563451952745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/112930563451952745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17837163/posts/default/112930563451952745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugarlandcitylimits.blogspot.com/2005/10/first-entry-from-library.html' title='First Entry--From The Library'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958712449929537024</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img458.imageshack.us/img458/7828/blogpic3lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
