<?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-3395460</id><updated>2011-12-26T19:55:42.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fail</title><subtitle type='html'>This paged failed.  everything.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>381</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-2225777153209165467</id><published>2011-05-20T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T19:39:47.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a while.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/2225777153209165467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=2225777153209165467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/2225777153209165467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/2225777153209165467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-113777870066957298</id><published>2006-01-20T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T09:38:20.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its been almost a year since I last wrote something down on here. As I read a few of the quick previous entries of mine I realized that when you look back on a particular moment in time, that moment seems more simple then your present circumstances. I stop occaisonally and wonder if later on in life I am going to regret an worry that I hadn't done the things that I had ought to have done to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/113777870066957298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=113777870066957298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/113777870066957298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/113777870066957298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-been-almost-year-since-i-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119280642648190786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-110938229806980375</id><published>2005-02-25T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T17:44:58.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i realized over the past week the more resources you have the easier it is to waste them, time and money are the most prominent examples. The more you have of either, the more you find ways to use and fill it. keeping focused on it helps me to more easily recognize where my focus is being distracted towards. What i choose to invest time, money and energy into must be important to me, and if not, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/110938229806980375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=110938229806980375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/110938229806980375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/110938229806980375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-realized-over-past-week-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119280642648190786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-110834770065849206</id><published>2005-02-13T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T18:21:40.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to Denny's today with a couple of the boys, had the LumberJack Slam, couldn't eat all the pancakes, those three plates of food are hard to conquer, even on an empty stomache, i finally got my computer fixed a couple of days ago, a couple of the ram slots are no good, so i am only running on one stick, it doesn't seem any slower, the mess up ram slots were probably causing all the errors  an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/110834770065849206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=110834770065849206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/110834770065849206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/110834770065849206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2005/02/went-to-dennys-today-with-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119280642648190786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-110723266772775700</id><published>2005-01-31T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T20:43:35.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to some meeting earlier tonight where the public gave their opinions on national security, it was someone interesting.  I definately think there should be more money put into the military but i would say it's a bad idea to put money into the misile defense thing.  and that is all i have to say.that spyware stuff frustrates me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/110723266772775700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=110723266772775700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/110723266772775700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/110723266772775700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2005/02/went-to-some-meeting-earlier-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-110713612731882162</id><published>2005-01-30T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T17:48:47.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Made another claymation, this one is six seconds long.  click on the link in the previous post to view it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/110713612731882162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=110713612731882162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/110713612731882162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/110713612731882162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2005/01/made-another-claymation-this-one-is.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-110693613257579443</id><published>2005-01-28T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T10:15:32.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I made my first claymation video ever. The quality is pretty bad and it's less than four seconds long, but anyway check it out all the same.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/110693613257579443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=110693613257579443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/110693613257579443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/110693613257579443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2005/01/well-i-made-my-first-claymation-video.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-110670717345867133</id><published>2005-01-25T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T18:39:33.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why do people play video games, it is because they want to live a non-real life.  They want a non-realistic game in a realistic environment that they can relate to.  They want to explore a new places.  They want to do things they can't do in real life because of consiquences and moral.  They have to make a video game where you get the same choices as real life, but without the consiquences.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/110670717345867133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=110670717345867133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/110670717345867133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/110670717345867133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2005/01/why-do-people-play-video-games-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-110670541225589249</id><published>2005-01-25T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T18:10:12.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I daydream.  I do that quite a bit.  Sometimes when someone tells you something and what they really mean is pretty boring you have to kind of spruce up what they are saying in your mind.  You have to add a little to what they are saying to make it interesting and before you know it you are walking around with a well established thirty year old woman and you can retire in your early twenties.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/110670541225589249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=110670541225589249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/110670541225589249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/110670541225589249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-daydream.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-110658138495151397</id><published>2005-01-24T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T07:43:04.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I had a dream that I was trying to give a lecture to some high school students and they started mocking everything I said.  Then I just flipped out at one guy and said fight me, fight me right here!  but the guy didnt fight me which made me look foolish.  So I said, okay this lecture isn't manditory anyone who wants to leave, leave now.  and everyone left.  I was going to give up on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/110658138495151397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=110658138495151397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/110658138495151397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/110658138495151397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2005/01/last-night-i-had-dream-that-i-was_24.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-110653687908993116</id><published>2005-01-23T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T07:46:26.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I had a dream that I was watching a man who worked at wal-mart. The man was mentally challenged and got locked in the wal-mart basement (which doesn't exist?) for two days. But the man never got upset or anxious, he just sat there.Today I cooked a cow's heart and ate it. It tasted good.I heard today on the news that the video game industry is for the first time bringing in more money</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/110653687908993116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=110653687908993116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/110653687908993116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/110653687908993116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2005/01/last-night-i-had-dream-that-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-109948872346708644</id><published>2004-11-03T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T05:32:03.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes we end up learning consiquences ourselves instead of just listening.This year I was actually looking for a french halloween day, and it never happened and that is depressing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/109948872346708644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=109948872346708644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109948872346708644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109948872346708644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/11/sometimes-we-end-up-learning.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-109936667761719906</id><published>2004-11-01T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T19:37:57.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well in another attempt to restart this website again, I'm going to put up a new post.  I finished my job a week ago.  It seemed like a pretty good job, not too stressful.  Last friday I got laid off at lunchtime.  that night I went to a university graduation.  a friend was moving to toronto the next day so i figured since i dont have a job anymore i would drive with them.  stayed in montreal at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/109936667761719906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=109936667761719906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109936667761719906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109936667761719906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/11/well-in-another-attempt-to-restart.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-109621618694985773</id><published>2004-09-26T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T09:29:46.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ever start saying something and halfways through you realize it is going to sound stupid so you try and change it half ways through the sentence.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/109621618694985773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=109621618694985773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109621618694985773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109621618694985773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/09/ever-start-saying-something-and.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-109608126091647909</id><published>2004-09-24T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T20:01:00.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are a lot of people you lose contact with that later you wish you hadn't of.  And when you go to talk to them again they don't seem to care much.  maybe because you didn't keep in contact with them.  but then there is the odd person who really seems glad to hear from you.  and then you lose contact again.  because i am lazy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/109608126091647909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=109608126091647909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109608126091647909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109608126091647909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/09/there-are-lot-of-people-you-lose.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-109597809150070132</id><published>2004-09-23T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T15:21:31.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I never update anymore.Moods are weird.  Sometimes one day we will be in one kind of mood and it will change the next.  Sometimes I wish I could just pick one kind of mood for everyday for life.Free food today:  salsa and nachos, egg salad sandwich, banana, chocloates and some chips.I didn't have a drive to work this morning so i took and bus and then someone picked me up.  seemed to work out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/109597809150070132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=109597809150070132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109597809150070132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109597809150070132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-never-update-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-109490680542731709</id><published>2004-09-11T05:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T05:46:45.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well i think my job is done on friday.  i wonder when the 40 hours per week normal work week started.  im starting to wonder how much the reserves really benifits me and if i enjoy it too much.  i am moved into a new apartment.  i kinda miss living uptown in some ways but i like this apartment.  it is funny how at work people always seem to be giving me food.  yesterday(friday) alone, i was given</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/109490680542731709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=109490680542731709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109490680542731709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109490680542731709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/09/well-i-think-my-job-is-done-on-friday_11.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-109490680106977639</id><published>2004-09-11T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T05:46:41.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well i think my job is done on friday.  i wonder when the 40 hours per week normal work week started.  im starting to wonder how much the reserves really benifits me and if i enjoy it too much.  i am moved into a new apartment.  i kinda miss living uptown in some ways but i like this apartment.  it is funny how at work people always seem to be giving me food.  yesterday(friday) alone, i was given</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/109490680106977639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=109490680106977639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109490680106977639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109490680106977639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/09/well-i-think-my-job-is-done-on-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-109355903959815822</id><published>2004-08-26T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T15:23:59.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well its been a while since I've written in the journal.  Nothing too much exciting is new.   Last night I went on the little bike around uptown and the chain snapped off and I flew over the front and landed on my arm.  It's kinda weird that I didn't brake any bones or smash my face or anything.  my wrist is pretty seezed up today though.  I was pretty mad about that and I was walking it home and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/109355903959815822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=109355903959815822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109355903959815822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109355903959815822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/08/well-its-been-while-since-ive-written.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-109249428207221126</id><published>2004-08-14T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T07:38:02.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This morning I went biking and got very dirty then when I got home there was no hot water for some reason.  yay.  It was pretty slippery because it was wet and at one point I had to jump over the front of the bike down this little hill but thankfully landed on my feet.  Some guy told me there is a race there tomorrow I might go watch the start of that or something.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/109249428207221126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=109249428207221126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109249428207221126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109249428207221126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/08/this-morning-i-went-biking-and-got.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-109208724261403964</id><published>2004-08-09T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T14:55:31.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>at age ninety six Fay Wray died today.One thing that i think is kinda funny is how it bothers canadians so much that american people don't know a lot about canada.  i dont think north america in general knows much about the world, why should it bothers us that americans don't know any more about us than we are the freeloaders to the north.i think every thing we eat or do either causes cancer or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/109208724261403964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=109208724261403964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109208724261403964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109208724261403964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/08/at-age-ninety-six-fay-wray-died-today.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-109201653049633460</id><published>2004-08-08T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T18:55:30.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this weekend was somewhat boring.  today i went to st george though and ate a foolish amount of seafood.  then to saint andrews to view some tourist shops and stuff like that, stopped at the beach but it was quite cold.  then ate some icecream.  then came home.  and biked down the harbour path, then over to the irving to get some lunch for tomorrow.   im going to bed.i daydream way too much.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/109201653049633460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=109201653049633460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109201653049633460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109201653049633460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/08/this-weekend-was-somewhat-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-109147384445595057</id><published>2004-08-02T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T12:10:44.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well it is four oclock on monday and I am about to play a video game I bought yesterday in moncton.  probably until I go to bed tonight.  I was in moncton because I was coming home from PEI, I went there with my brother and a bunch of his friends had rented a farm house.  I kinda like PEI, I thought that it was my first time there but then after talking to dan about it, I remembered a time I had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/109147384445595057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=109147384445595057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109147384445595057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109147384445595057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/08/well-it-is-four-oclock-on-monday-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-109115075737981110</id><published>2004-07-29T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T18:25:57.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well work is getting pretty boring i spend most of my day just spaced out staring off.  it's a long weekend coming up, im not sure if i have much to do but im definately going to get some chinese food.  tonight when i was down on the boardwalk i started thinking about how i am too reserved and never do anything on a gut feeling or anything spontanious, maybe i will find something spontanious to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/109115075737981110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=109115075737981110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109115075737981110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109115075737981110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/07/well-work-is-getting-pretty-boring-i.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-109077732081008957</id><published>2004-07-25T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T10:42:00.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i live in a dreamworld thinking about what could be or should be instead of focusing on what life is actually like, im an idiot today.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/109077732081008957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=109077732081008957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109077732081008957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/109077732081008957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-live-in-dreamworld-thinking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-108993976023379977</id><published>2004-07-15T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T18:02:40.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went on the uptown club ride tonight.  only four other guys went because it wasn't sunny but it turned out not too hot and not too cold it was good.  one place where we stopped along the road a old lady came out of her house and talked to us for a second, she was sorta scary.  i think i might need to get some clipless pedals.sometime when someone talks to you, you really find out they are quite </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/108993976023379977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=108993976023379977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/108993976023379977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/108993976023379977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/07/went-on-uptown-club-ride-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-108985062463077689</id><published>2004-07-14T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T17:17:04.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a tiny fly flew into my ear and it was buzzing in there.  i tried to smoosh it with my finger but it wouldn't die and just kept buzzing.  did that for a long time it was pretty annoying actually.i oredered a egg sandwich from tim hortens and when the girl was making it i asked if i could get vegetables on there.  she said "you have to ask if you want vegetables."a guy at work found a baby </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/108985062463077689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=108985062463077689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/108985062463077689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/108985062463077689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/07/tiny-fly-flew-into-my-ear-and-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-108976668271440607</id><published>2004-07-13T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T17:58:02.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when i did highschool in hartland there was this little hill by the house which wasn't very big but in the wintertime if the snow was right you could get quite a bit of speed on a snowboard/sled.  we would build jumps and jump over top of each other laying down (which is kinda weird now that i think about it.)  anyway one time when the snow got hard packed this john guy jumped it with his bike.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-108967876223951754</id><published>2004-07-12T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T17:32:42.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well, saturday i tried kayaking for the first time.  it was fun, if i had a car i would buy one probably.  when i was out there on the lake i just started thinking about how hard life is.  sitting out there relaxing on a sunny day you know.  i bought a backpack that holds water. its pretty neat.  yesterday i did some biking and went to see the movie sleepover.  it was about these girls going into</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/108967876223951754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=108967876223951754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/108967876223951754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/108967876223951754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/07/well-saturday-i-tried-kayaking-for.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-108966233887444212</id><published>2004-07-12T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T12:58:58.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well i have been in kingston now for four days, my sister is enjoying her course. I went to a resturaunt called Gusto, it had an incredible atmosphere, i ate some chicken pizza, i couldn't eat it all. right now i am the musem i think it might be closing soon so i must go. Cruising around in the PT Cruiser has been fun but i should have stayed in a hotel the veichle hasn't been that comfy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/108966233887444212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=108966233887444212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/108966233887444212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/108966233887444212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/07/well-i-have-been-in-kingston-now-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119280642648190786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-108946375856722397</id><published>2004-07-10T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T05:49:18.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I said I was going to tell you about two things I was deciding to do.  The thruth is I didn't do either of them and ended up going to the saint john idol at the boardwalk which was just about as disapointing as the one i went to last year.  when i was walking home a guy from college last year whos nickname was P-Dubs drove by and I went with him to see the movie spider man 2 which I think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/108946375856722397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=108946375856722397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/108946375856722397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/108946375856722397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/07/well-i-said-i-was-going-to-tell-you.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-108916573336642120</id><published>2004-07-06T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T19:02:13.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went and hit some more golf balls today.  Good waste of money.  I think I hit more balls this time than last.I wonder if it is okay to eat canned soup without heating it up.  cause i just bought some for tomorrows lunch but i dont have anything to heat it up in.today i saw a woman chase after her daughter who looked about four years old.  the woman was out of shape and couldn't catch her and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/108916573336642120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=108916573336642120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/108916573336642120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/108916573336642120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-went-and-hit-some-more-golf-balls.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-108905998659622488</id><published>2004-07-05T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T13:39:47.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well the long weekend is over.  Thursday night I went to a campground in grand manan with the family.  Nothing too exciting happened but when it got kinda dark out i went out to this lighthouse and it was very foggy.  The foghorn was loud and it was hard to see, and there is a bench out there and a pop machine so i drank some orange juice and sat on the bench it was good.  oh and it rained friday</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/108905998659622488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=108905998659622488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/108905998659622488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/108905998659622488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/07/well-long-weekend-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-108845598038517458</id><published>2004-06-28T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T17:17:56.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well lately I havn't written anything in this journal.  Probably because I dont feel I have anything useful to write.  But at the same time when I go back and read what I wrote say a year ago it is kind of entertaining.  And I had nothing very important to say then.  anyway, maybe I will start writing in this journal, so that it won't fail.  Today I went and voted.  I didn't know who to vote for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/108845598038517458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=108845598038517458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/108845598038517458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/108845598038517458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/06/well-lately-i-havnt-written-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it is after two a.m and my eyes are wide open.  i started working in the office the last couple days at work, its not too bad.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/108097329209397543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=108097329209397543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/108097329209397543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/108097329209397543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/04/it-is-after-two.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-108068577146825063</id><published>2004-03-30T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T14:45:39.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i keep having these dreams all the time about baby mice and rats.  Last night I had this dream about pooring thousands of ant eggs into this containter.  Then all the little white eggs started hatching into baby rats and they were getting out.  It was at a mall and I was panicing for bringing all these rats into the mall.  anyway i am twenty one today.  The job at coleson cove is great, it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/108068577146825063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=108068577146825063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/108068577146825063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/108068577146825063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-keep-having-these-dreams-all-time.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-108008473443279686</id><published>2004-03-23T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T15:34:43.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well i start a local 502 job at coleson cove tomorrow.  i dont know what that will be like.  i didn't really know if i wanted to work there or not but i went and talked to a guy at the union office and he kept saying about the big trucks the bosses at security electric own so he talked me into it.  i am supposed to go to gagetown this weekend.  its some evaluation thing on the unit that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/108008473443279686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=108008473443279686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/108008473443279686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/108008473443279686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/03/well-i-start-local-502-job-at-coleson.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-107938919534468096</id><published>2004-03-15T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T14:22:16.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hit a sprinler pipe with a bunch of staging at work today.  The guy who came to fix it i think charged the company ninety dollars per hour to fix it.  this would probably be a bad time to ask for a raise or anything like that.  i learned that video games don't always tell the truth because in the games when you shoot the plumbing pipes a little water sprays out, but there is a lot of water that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/107938919534468096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=107938919534468096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107938919534468096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107938919534468096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-hit-sprinler-pipe-with-bunch-of.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-107923344641833261</id><published>2004-03-13T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T19:06:26.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Added two new pictures over at the side, nothing too special.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/107923344641833261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=107923344641833261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107923344641833261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107923344641833261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/03/added-two-new-pictures-over-at-side.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-107912340454649379</id><published>2004-03-12T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T12:32:22.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I started working at some new store today.  was taking down these lights all day, kind of boring but oh well.  tomorrow we are having some parade practice at the reserves.  you think it would be easy to get a good haircut when your hair is short, but i've only had like one good haircut since i joined the army.  me and angela broke up the other day, that lasted over a year.  hmm, not much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/107912340454649379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=107912340454649379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107912340454649379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107912340454649379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/03/well-i-started-working-at-some-new.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-107888279972047932</id><published>2004-03-09T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T17:42:15.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am at my parents house.  I added a few new pictures you can view on the left.  i find it hard to motivate myself to do things.  this is getting worse.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/107888279972047932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=107888279972047932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107888279972047932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107888279972047932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-am-at-my-parents-house.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-107876101819894954</id><published>2004-03-08T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T07:52:31.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I never thought about being a teacher, but on wednesday i am suppose to teach a lesson so i have been looking for a file with the power-point information on it or i suppose i could make my own. the pictures isn't a problem i could search on the internet for them the wording of sentences and how many words to put to a slide is the more challenging part. I brought my snowboard up with me. Today I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/107876101819894954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=107876101819894954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107876101819894954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107876101819894954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-never-thought-about-being-teacher.html' title=''/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119280642648190786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-107840829716916579</id><published>2004-03-04T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T05:53:47.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I'm down at the armories.  I might start my security clearance today i don't know, depends if there is anyone here who can show me how to do it.  I signed in for this morning anyway hopefully they will pay me i dont know if i was supposed to or not.  anyway i am debating if i should buy a guitar sometime or not.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/107840829716916579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=107840829716916579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107840829716916579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107840829716916579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/03/well-im-down-at-armories.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-107812151585095896</id><published>2004-02-29T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T22:14:02.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothing is new.  this week i will write in here and maybe get some pictures because i have no job.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/107812151585095896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=107812151585095896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107812151585095896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107812151585095896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/03/nothing-is-new.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-107550004267888347</id><published>2004-01-30T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T14:02:19.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I havn't written in this journal for a long time.  Probably because I don't care about it.I started a new job at the hospital doing electrical work there.  There is a real pretty girl who is a nurse in training or something like that i think.  I was going to go on the excersize last weekend to gagetown but i started working at nights so i didn't get to go.  some guy from work left a message on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/107550004267888347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=107550004267888347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107550004267888347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107550004267888347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-havnt-written-in-this-journal-for.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-107430115349409057</id><published>2004-01-16T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T17:00:36.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I was going to try to get snowboarding but the hill was closed to extreme temperatures or something like that.  don't they know that is what a hat is for.  so i just hung around jordans house for a couple days instead.  playing video games and watching tv and other pointless things like that.  had conversations about life and religion and high school.  we walked down to tim hortens but his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/107430115349409057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=107430115349409057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107430115349409057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107430115349409057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/01/well-i-was-going-to-try-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-107397233789245424</id><published>2004-01-12T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T21:40:16.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well it is about one thirty in the morning.  playing some video games.  i've been wasting lots of time lately, being useless.  walked to burger king earlier tonight but it was closed so i went to the convience store beside it and bought a lousy eggs sandwich.  wasn't too cold out, like the other night when i walked there.  I was going down the stairs of the apartment and i heard the guy from the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/107397233789245424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=107397233789245424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107397233789245424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107397233789245424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/01/well-it-is-about-one-thirty-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-107387296003011984</id><published>2004-01-11T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T18:03:57.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where is Venice? That city thats on water or something crazy? An Island possibly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/107387296003011984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=107387296003011984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107387296003011984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107387296003011984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/01/where-is-venice-that-city-thats-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119280642648190786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-107387284952899444</id><published>2004-01-11T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T18:02:07.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thailand? maybe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/107387284952899444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=107387284952899444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107387284952899444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107387284952899444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/01/thailand-maybe.html' title=''/><author><name>Jordan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13119280642648190786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-107350110580998152</id><published>2004-01-07T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T10:46:18.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.geocities.com/idrinkgas/nik.jpg</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/107350110580998152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=107350110580998152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107350110580998152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107350110580998152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/01/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6tGywAQy2s0/Tqku8oyambI/AAAAAAAAAFk/I654EIT4GwI/s220/IMG_3762.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-107347865865663079</id><published>2004-01-07T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T04:32:11.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A bunch of the guys from Devon up here do that all the time.  They play Halo.  One guy also has two computer projectors, so they play on like, life-size screens too.  It's pretty intense.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/107347865865663079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=107347865865663079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107347865865663079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107347865865663079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/01/bunch-of-guys-from-devon-up-here-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6tGywAQy2s0/Tqku8oyambI/AAAAAAAAAFk/I654EIT4GwI/s220/IMG_3762.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-107345020531130696</id><published>2004-01-06T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T20:37:57.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is just past midnight.  A quick break from the xbox to the computer was needed.  It's a long night of star wars the game ahead.There was a guy in the video game store today buying a xbox game who looked like a intense video game kinda guy so i talked to him about video games for a while and he told me that this one time him and his friends hooked up four tv's and four xbox's in one room and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/107345020531130696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=107345020531130696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107345020531130696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107345020531130696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/01/it-is-just-past-midnight.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-107339485614420442</id><published>2004-01-06T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T05:15:28.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I don't think I will get a job right away.  Have to wait for a while or start looking somewhere else or something.  oh well.  Wish I could get up to poley mountain but i don't have a drive.  I might be able to get up a day with a guy from the armories.  Bought some video games last night, an xbox to fill up some free time.  I was debating between the ps2 and the xbox and figured i would go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/107339485614420442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=107339485614420442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107339485614420442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107339485614420442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/01/well-i-dont-think-i-will-get-job-right.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-107316095608106169</id><published>2004-01-03T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T12:17:05.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well tomorrow is my last day at the armories doing that driving course.  Who knows what I am going to do after that.  hmm, not much to write in the journal lately.  Went for a bike this afternoon down rothesay avenue for no good reason.  got a little bit wet.  two weekends away there is a winter excersize in gagetown so im sure that will be quite cold.  not much else is new i guess.  it's a new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/107316095608106169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=107316095608106169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107316095608106169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107316095608106169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2004/01/well-tomorrow-is-my-last-day-at.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-107262192623428907</id><published>2003-12-28T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T06:39:12.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to my parents house for christmas and ate food and opened gifts.  I went to angies house and her realatives and ate food and that.  it is a good christmas season.Sometimes I wish I was in bolivia because i liked living there.  and sometimes I wish I was in univeristy so i could be getting a good future.  and sometimes i wish i was just traveling so i could learn more about people than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/107262192623428907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=107262192623428907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107262192623428907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107262192623428907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-went-to-my-parents-house-for.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-107188592679935894</id><published>2003-12-19T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T18:06:21.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>found one of the old harmonicas and recorded a short blues tune, you can download it on the link to the left under stories.  that's about all I have to say right now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/107188592679935894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=107188592679935894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107188592679935894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107188592679935894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/12/found-one-of-old-harmonicas-and.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-107162918806112228</id><published>2003-12-16T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T18:47:19.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They should really put occupied signs on public bathroom stalls instead of the cracks beside the door.  You're sitting on the toilet or whatever and some person checks to see if anyone is in that stall, and you are watching them do this.  Then when they see you, you can tell they are thinking that you probably think some weird person was trying to watch you use the bathroom.  Anyway one of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/107162918806112228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=107162918806112228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107162918806112228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107162918806112228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/12/they-should-really-put-occupied-signs.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-107145075856328215</id><published>2003-12-14T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T17:13:28.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I went biking for a while.  I went down to kings square and then over by some apartment buildings.  Then I found this playground and sat on the swings then sat on a bench for a while.  Then I biked around a bit, then I stopped on the over pass and watched a train go underneath.  In western movies the bad guys always tie someone to the railway tracks.  well i wonder if the person layed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/107145075856328215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=107145075856328215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107145075856328215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107145075856328215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/12/well-i-went-biking-for-while.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-107144628736603241</id><published>2003-12-14T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T15:58:57.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to go biking I will tell this journal about it if I make it back...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/107144628736603241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=107144628736603241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107144628736603241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107144628736603241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im thinking back to working in st. george.  i remember noel who worked there he was an alright guy, from cuba he is older about sixty.  he lived in a little trailor, i went over there a few times it was a pretty cool place he had a t.v. hooked up and stuff.  he was really proud to show me his canadian citicenship papers.  i guess he jumped on some ship to florida or whatever.  he didn't like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/107041870076423881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=107041870076423881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107041870076423881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/107041870076423881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/12/im-thinking-back-to-working-in-st.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106990000429141169</id><published>2003-11-26T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T18:32:40.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>did some survey....lady:  i'm doing a survey about........me:  what do I get out of it?lady:  nothing but it's only a few questions.lady:  how many vhs movies did you rent in the last month?me:  one, the two towers i watched it last nightlady:  and where did you rent it from?me:  the corner storelady:  how many dvd's have you rented in the last month?me:  maybe two.lady:  and you rented</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106990000429141169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106990000429141169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106990000429141169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106990000429141169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/11/did-some-survey.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106954591046182630</id><published>2003-11-22T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T16:05:38.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I havn't written in this journal for a bit.  There was an feild excersize with the reserves this weekend but I didn't feel like going much.at basic military training we were told it is a war crime to put an x in the end of your rounds to make them shatter because it is inhumane or whatever, but then we were told it is better to injure someone and not kill them.  one of my roomates there called </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106954591046182630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106954591046182630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106954591046182630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106954591046182630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-havnt-written-in-this-journal-for.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106933177765368033</id><published>2003-11-20T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T04:36:42.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Mexican Revolution Day!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106933177765368033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106933177765368033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106933177765368033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106933177765368033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/11/happy-mexican-revolution-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6tGywAQy2s0/Tqku8oyambI/AAAAAAAAAFk/I654EIT4GwI/s220/IMG_3762.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106901288459554851</id><published>2003-11-16T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T12:01:46.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I am back from that gagetown thing.  I didn't do too much there, because no other linemen showed up except some guy from gagetown who works full time and he only stayed until saturday afternoon.  We dragged out a couple small telephone wires and he showed me how to climb a pole but that's about it.  The rest of the time I sat inside the heated tent and drank coffee.  slept quite a bit.This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106901288459554851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106901288459554851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106901288459554851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106901288459554851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/11/well-i-am-back-from-that-gagetown.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106877365019517303</id><published>2003-11-13T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T17:34:29.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>planning on going on a excersize with the army this weekend in gagetown.walked down to subway tonight and some lady asked me for change to buy a coffee.  i told her i would buy her one at subway but she said she doesn't like the coffee there.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106877365019517303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106877365019517303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106877365019517303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106877365019517303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/11/planning-on-going-on-excersize-with.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106860085925549654</id><published>2003-11-11T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T17:34:16.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>remember that thing in highschool where for a while everyone for some reason didn't wear their backpacks properly.at work we were putting up the lightpoles in the parking lot.  someone in the houses nearby could easily join into the bottom of those and get some free power.that is all i really have to say for today.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106860085925549654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106860085925549654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106860085925549654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106860085925549654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/11/remember-that-thing-in-highschool.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106849708018375538</id><published>2003-11-10T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T16:49:20.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seems like I like to eat food a lot.  I like tomatoes now, and olives, and horseraddish sauce and other stuff i would never have eaten when i was a kid.  i don't know, i probably was a picky eater so i would grow up smaller than my older brothers and wouldn't have to wear hand me downs.i sometimes say that i don't have any goals in life.  the truth is i do have goals i just can't share them.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106849708018375538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106849708018375538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106849708018375538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106849708018375538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/11/seems-like-i-like-to-eat-food-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106842892340315423</id><published>2003-11-09T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T17:49:58.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I walked down to do some laundry this afternoon and i went down by this church and there were some porta potties there and i had to go to the bathroom so i went in one and a whole bunch of steam came off my pee because it was pretty cold out.  I think winter is near.It has been quite a while since i have cried.angela's uncle said the other day that anyone can be a father but it takes someone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106842892340315423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106842892340315423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106842892340315423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106842892340315423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-walked-down-to-do-some-laundry-this.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106830586908662486</id><published>2003-11-08T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T07:37:46.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I'm not working today.  besides Tim's wedding this is my first day off in about a month or so.  the electrical job is going alright, I thought I was going to get laid off yesterday but not yet.  I kind of wish I had of gotten off work the last couple weeks a bit earlier in the day so I could have gotten down the the armories more.  I volunteered to work today because they needed some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106830586908662486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106830586908662486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106830586908662486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106830586908662486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/11/well-im-not-working-today.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106817605468520277</id><published>2003-11-06T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T19:34:12.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was on the bus and overheard a lady talking.  "My oldest boy brought his girlfriend home to meet us the other day.  And all these years we wondered if he was gay, but he finally got a girl."I want a wife that doesn't want to have a job.went to the armories and had some sort of parade thing which was boring but then it got way more boring sitting through some lecture on a bunch of junk i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106817605468520277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106817605468520277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106817605468520277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106817605468520277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-was-on-bus-and-overheard-lady.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106808179792617858</id><published>2003-11-05T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T17:23:16.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wonder if there is anything left around the world that Jesus helped build while he was a carpenter.Sometimes I wish I was a spontanious kind of guy.  Like everything was its own little adventure, or something like that.Sometimes I wish I was a better conversationalist.  There are lots of other guys who are bad at having intelligent conversations too though, and they just fill in between the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106808179792617858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106808179792617858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106808179792617858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106808179792617858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-wonder-if-there-is-anything-left.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106782357835885658</id><published>2003-11-02T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T16:17:05.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In college my nickname was beast.  there was also crispy, p-dubs, *** clown, burlap sack, boots, and others i can't remember.  in college we had to take this dumb course called communications.  at the end of it we had to do a speach on something of our choice.  one guy talked about how to grow dope well, crispy talked about lifting weights, but accidentally swore so much he gave up.  another guy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106782357835885658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106782357835885658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106782357835885658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106782357835885658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/11/in-college-my-nickname-was-beast.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106774077999489131</id><published>2003-11-01T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T18:40:36.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in grade twelve me and mike skipped some classes and took his parents car out into some muddy roads and drove it like a rally car.  that car got quite a bit of abuse.  this other time we skipped class, the teacher made me stay two days after school or something like that.  some other teacher drove me home though, that was pretty funny.  all in all i didn't skip very much high school though, but i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106774077999489131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106774077999489131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106774077999489131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106774077999489131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/11/in-grade-twelve-me-and-mike-skipped.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106768142533195857</id><published>2003-11-01T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T02:10:24.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I should get a drink of juice because... I kind of like juice.  If it's good juice.I wonder how many people are admiring some celebrity figure right now, when their own lives are probably better than theirs are.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106768142533195857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106768142533195857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106768142533195857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106768142533195857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-should-get-drink-of-juice-because.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106765963759431356</id><published>2003-10-31T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T02:03:43.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You should try everything at least twice.julie and dan were talking about extended family a bit coming home in the car.  i can't remember my great grandparents, i don't remember my great grandmothers name.  but i do remember spruce gum in a jar.  and i remember when they died and their house was cleaned out i got this blue little bible, that i think was my great grandmothers.When I think back </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106765963759431356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106765963759431356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106765963759431356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106765963759431356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/10/you-should-try-everything-at-least.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106711543949326861</id><published>2003-10-25T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T14:08:20.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well I get paid time and a half for working tomorrow (sunday)  I've had that gerbil, Bishop, for over a year now.  what a waste of a life.  i know i wouldn't want to live inside a cage, sleeping in my own waste, and living in the dark most of the time.  Actually though he never has to work.  Doesn't have to worry about anyone else.I figure if I spend an average of six minutes a day on the toilet</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106711543949326861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106711543949326861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106711543949326861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106711543949326861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/10/well-i-get-paid-time-and-half-for.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106704332620210956</id><published>2003-10-24T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T17:55:25.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is it that some girls think they have to ask the guy out and not the other way around?  Where's the coybows these days, why don't guys grow a pair and stop waiting for the girls to make the first move.  I wish people wound stop using acronims on msn or whatever.  people write a bunch of letters and you are supposed to figure out what they mean.Anyway, the job at the empire theaters </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106704332620210956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106704332620210956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106704332620210956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106704332620210956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/10/why-is-it-that-some-girls-think-they.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106669836394329290</id><published>2003-10-20T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T18:06:04.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well i got an electrical job so i don't have to work at that call center now.  didn't have any tools so i had to go over to canadian tire and buy a bunch.well if you click on the two links to pictures on this page and wait for a download, you will hear different little guitar recordings i made.  a surprise.  a little treat.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106669836394329290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106669836394329290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106669836394329290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106669836394329290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/10/well-i-got-electrical-job-so-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106668497912021374</id><published>2003-10-20T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T14:32:23.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got back from the call center.  today was funny, everyone was frustrated because they didn't know what they were doing.  earlier they told people they could go home early because the system was down and we couldn't answer calls but i didn't much feel like going home, because i still got paid for sitting and doing nothing.  i think i was the only person who stayed.  what made me mad though was we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106668497912021374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106668497912021374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106668497912021374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106668497912021374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/10/got-back-from-call-center.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106660870508236017</id><published>2003-10-19T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T17:11:45.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to gagetown this weekend for the training excersize with the reserves.  it was okay.  the first night i didn't put my sleeping bad together right because i wasn't cold when i went to sleep but then i woke up cold later.  last night though, i put all the layers together so i was in my underwear and still warm the whole night.  we practiced attacks and nuclear/biological/chemical defense and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106660870508236017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106660870508236017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106660870508236017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106660870508236017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/10/went-to-gagetown-this-weekend-for.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106626811633789434</id><published>2003-10-15T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T18:35:15.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I told a lady at work that I am twenty five and then acted offended when she said I look more like twenty one or twenty two.  I looked at her pay statement and she didn't have as much taxes taken out of her.  but she told me she has a kid so she thought maybe that has something to do with it.  if i had a kid maybe i wouldn't have to pay as much taxes.I complain a lot about having crappy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106626811633789434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106626811633789434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106626811633789434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106626811633789434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/10/well-i-told-lady-at-work-that-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106618160421619802</id><published>2003-10-14T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T18:35:49.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight was somewhat boring.  So I will write about it.  I tried playing a little guitar but didn't get anywhere, except that someday I want to learn a classical song.  I went over to the mall to buy a shirt because we arn't allowed wearing t shirts to work for some reason so i bought a sweater.  i think it may be too small.  It was in the clearance rack for ten dollars.  The girl at the cash </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106618160421619802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106618160421619802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106618160421619802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106618160421619802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/10/tonight-was-somewhat-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106612984143631825</id><published>2003-10-14T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T04:10:41.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well thanksgiving weekend is over.  I'm about to go back to another dead end low wage job, in a few minutes.  I suppose I should be thankful though.  Sunday had some turkey at parents house.  Monday had some ham at jordans house.  I ate quite a bit this weekend.  I hope I get my schedule today so I know what time I would be working throughout the days after this week.  I wish more things made </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106612984143631825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106612984143631825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106612984143631825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106612984143631825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/10/well-thanksgiving-weekend-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106591037083102974</id><published>2003-10-11T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T15:12:50.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Added a mp3 file on the left side of the page.saw laura from hampton high at wal-mart today she said she is going to dalhouse university to study english.  her mother was with her, she was buying pillows or something like that.  she is a very pretty girl.I will write more in here later tonight.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106591037083102974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106591037083102974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106591037083102974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106591037083102974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/10/added-mp3-file-on-left-side-of-page.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106583200296957951</id><published>2003-10-10T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T17:26:42.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once when I was working at value village these two ladies came through the cash register and they were buying a table, or something like that.  Anyway it was too big to put on the counter and i couldn't see the price where I was from and I didn't feel like going around the counter to check so I asked how much it cost.  The first lady said seventeen nintey nine, and then the second lady said </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106583200296957951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106583200296957951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106583200296957951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106583200296957951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/10/once-when-i-was-working-at-value.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106564882432663429</id><published>2003-10-08T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T14:36:16.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just to tell what the two pictures are, the first one of the basement.  That is the loading area under brunswick square.  To the left is a garage door and some parking spaces.  Back behind that there are elevators and hallway with lots of doors.  To the right is a janitors room and more doors.The second picture of the owl is a plastic owl that is scary looking in the dark.  There is this parking</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106564882432663429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106564882432663429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106564882432663429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106564882432663429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/10/just-to-tell-what-two-pictures-are.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106557829700499950</id><published>2003-10-07T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T18:58:17.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The other day some old guy knocked on the door and when i answered it he said, oh wrong guy.  Then I asked who he was looking for and he said, someone in the next building.  So I was about to close the door and he said, wish me luck.  So I wished him luck.I was running to catch the bus last night and I scared some woman because I came up behind her.  I talked to her a bit, I think her name was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106557829700499950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106557829700499950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106557829700499950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106557829700499950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/10/other-day-some-old-guy-knocked-on-door.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106552621507675259</id><published>2003-10-07T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T04:30:14.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I kinda forgot that I can post to this blog.  That's kinda fun.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106552621507675259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106552621507675259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106552621507675259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106552621507675259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-kinda-forgot-that-i-can-post-to-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Tim</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6tGywAQy2s0/Tqku8oyambI/AAAAAAAAAFk/I654EIT4GwI/s220/IMG_3762.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106549345641029212</id><published>2003-10-06T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T19:24:16.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I added a pictures section to the web site.  So far I have two pictures.  I might change around the picture section a bit when i get more pictures.  but right now i gotta go to bed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106549345641029212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106549345641029212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106549345641029212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106549345641029212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/10/well-i-added-pictures-section-to-web.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106547228774742732</id><published>2003-10-06T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T13:31:27.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to that call center, it's a new one about 120 people started today, most of them people who quit rmh.  it does customer service for bestbuy.com.  i think i will probably go balistic sitting at a desk everyday.  there's a guy there who looks like milton.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106547228774742732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106547228774742732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106547228774742732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106547228774742732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/10/went-to-that-call-center-its-new-one.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106532111956394491</id><published>2003-10-04T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T19:31:59.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well i'm going to start this job monday at a new call center called archway.the other day (3rd of october) the song we used to sing in french class that goes "c'est l'alloween, hey!" over and over, started playing in my head.  I looked back at posts i had written a year ago and on the 9th of october that same song came into my head.  this has been happening each year to me around the start of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106532111956394491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106532111956394491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106532111956394491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106532111956394491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/10/well-im-going-to-start-this-job-monday.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106515343715245977</id><published>2003-10-02T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T20:57:16.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I'm back at the apartment.  Went canoeing tonight down the river, it was pretty relaxing.  the water was calm and like glass.  There wern't any misquitos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106515343715245977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106515343715245977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106515343715245977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106515343715245977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/10/well-im-back-at-apartment.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106506355338368817</id><published>2003-10-01T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T20:21:01.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was looking at these old web pages I found on the internet that are still saved.  Here are some quotes:"I gotta work at noon today. Sometimes when I get to work I'm not sure if I will make it through the day, but I always do.. I always do.."  -  wrote this while working at the fish plant."I am in grade twelve right now, studying such things as world issues and the economy as well as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106506355338368817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106506355338368817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106506355338368817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106506355338368817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-was-looking-at-these-old-web-pages-i.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106502648466721288</id><published>2003-10-01T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T09:50:22.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The other day some guy called at the apartment.  I can't remember the exact words but it was something like this:me: Helloguy: Hi Albert, how are you?me: Good.guy: When are you going in town?me: Right now.guy: Who is this?me: This is Albert who is this?guy: This is (something i couldn't understand)me: I think you got the wrong number.guy: oh sorry about that.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106502648466721288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106502648466721288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106502648466721288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106502648466721288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/10/other-day-some-guy-called-at-apartment.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106497572902790976</id><published>2003-09-30T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T19:35:28.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You always hear about how if someone had detected it early enough it could have been prevented.  Like a desease.  That's probably the worst news someone could hear.  If I someday get cancer or something like that, I don't want to know if it could have been prevented.decided to come to my parents house.  went canoeing with brother.sometimes you really regret doing something.  but then again, you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106497572902790976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106497572902790976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106497572902790976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106497572902790976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/09/you-always-hear-about-how-if-someone.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3395460.post-106493154609971583</id><published>2003-09-30T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T07:19:05.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I think I will sit around on my butt for another month, cause i can start working at spiegel on the 27th, it is the next training thing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/feeds/106493154609971583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3395460&amp;postID=106493154609971583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106493154609971583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3395460/posts/default/106493154609971583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fail.blogspot.com/2003/09/well-i-think-i-will-sit-around-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>culb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04256433333081151604</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
