<?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-5734355</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:08:26.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a man named Benchpress..</title><subtitle type='html'>biceps upon biceps</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-116760703342240782</id><published>2006-12-31T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T15:17:13.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>end of 2006it's almost been 3 weeks since kim has been gone.  we missed our first xmas together and soon to be our new years too.  ive never been w/ a girl or have had a girl to spend both of the holidays w/ and it sucks finally having one and being across the country w/ the one you want to spend it most w/.  things are going well w/ us except for teh fact that i cant comfort her when shes' sad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/116760703342240782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/116760703342240782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116760703342240782' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-116582908639772866</id><published>2006-12-11T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:24:46.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the Hawk is gone..kim gave me a haircut.. the hawk is gone.we went to dominique's party on fri and there were alot of fags i didnt like there. one was ricky sanchez. it's weird when a guy is trying to hook up w/ you gf. that shows ME no respect. it just happened he was grabbing the same beer i was in MY box. he looked like he saw a ghost and it smelled like he crapped his pants. i dont think i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/116582908639772866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/116582908639772866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116582908639772866' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-116552210752866539</id><published>2006-12-07T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T12:08:27.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a new beginningso i havent blogged in about a year since johnny died :(. i have decided to start this up again. alot of new things has happened since then and i cant even count them all. i guess i will start w/ the new relationship that i have made w/ kimberly newman.  on Monday December 5th, Kim read me a journal about the communication in our relationship.  it was for her class but she really </summary><link 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Friday, August 12 around 1230 johnny napier passed away. he was hit by a drunk driver who climbed up on the sidewalk after running thru a red light. DAMN YOU FUCKIN PIECE OF SHIT!!! YOU TOOK HIS LIFE AWAY. HE WAS A BETTER PERSON THAN YOU AND YOU COULDNT REALIZE THAT CUZ YOU WERE TOO FUCKING DRUNK AND YOU DIDNT KNOW WAHT THE FUCK </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/112396487251146544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/112396487251146544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112396487251146544' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-112356893388132714</id><published>2005-08-08T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T23:28:53.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ending up in flamesi think this is the end. wow, what a fuckin pussy i am.  i cant even hold onto a girl for 30 fuckin days. that was today and im pretty sure this shit is over w/. i have no fuckin clue what i did wrong. last time i saw tish was on wed and it is now mon. i thought shit was legit. we had a nice talk wed and then who knows wtf happened there. all i know is i better not hear "youre </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/112356893388132714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/112356893388132714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112356893388132714' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-112146261037326986</id><published>2005-07-15T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T14:23:30.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>adios mother fucker!great night last night. got to fuck tisha davis. i have no idea what the future holds for us. not really trying to get down in a relationship considering that me and her just broke up. sweeeeeeeeti weigh at 206 right now. doing some good core exercises and ball work. one more month til my 21st bitches! cant fuckin waiiiiiiit!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/112146261037326986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/112146261037326986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112146261037326986' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-111653608883503170</id><published>2005-05-19T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T13:54:48.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>shitbitchcuntcocksuckermotherfuckerbitchtitsturdandtwat!well, i just got a C on my fuckin exam! fuck fuck FUCK! i needed an A on it to get a C in teh class. i thought i did good at least a B but i missed HELLA problems o nteh female reproductive organs. damn, i thought i knew that shit well :-so tonight i think im goi nto the crown. uh ohhhhhhbabies are growing so fast. i didntrealize it was only</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/111653608883503170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/111653608883503170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111653608883503170' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-111346060833168165</id><published>2005-04-13T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T23:36:48.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>april 11th marks the day that tanks babies are put into the ground. little mary janes all around us. and the green grass grows all around..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/111346060833168165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/111346060833168165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111346060833168165' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-111203626326958598</id><published>2005-03-28T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T10:57:43.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>take time w/ a wounded handi guess things dont turn out like you like em to be. i STILL havent seen georgina. im afraid this one's over. we had yet another argument and she was saying that she only tried to contact me czu i wanted to talk but she has nothing to talk about. doesnt make much sense? she said she got a new guy she's seeing too. im not too worried about that cuz i ddnt reallly care. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/111203626326958598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/111203626326958598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111203626326958598' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-111152828836475199</id><published>2005-03-22T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T13:51:28.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a joerb well donewell, it's spring break right now. surviving much of the school work. too bad i got a 57 on my nutrition midterm. ouch. but it's cool cuz we're goin to san diego. chief, tank and the gorilla mask are goin to ruin these bitches. in which we did quite nicely. st patty's day we went to tgif to sip on tokyo teas. then we met up w/ smashley and this chick anna. man she's got big boobs</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/111152828836475199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/111152828836475199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111152828836475199' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-111030280576488773</id><published>2005-03-08T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T09:26:45.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>feeling good feeling great how are you?for some reason on this early morning i am feeling better than most of the last few weeks. went to keith's house yesterday and we were feeling so shitty but decided to hit the gym up. i tell ya, i dont knwo waht was running thru our veins last night but me chief and gorilla were all puttin up some heavy ass weight. i repped 2 plates and a 25 like it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/111030280576488773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/111030280576488773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111030280576488773' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-111021854591471710</id><published>2005-03-07T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T10:02:25.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Georgina dreamsfirst dreamone of the first nights i heard from georgina i went to sleep... me and her were goin car shopping. i knew that she wanted a camaro so bad. but i took her to look at mustangs and i asked if she wanted to try one out. all of a sudden she grew like an alice in wonderland and she took a bat and swatted me in the face. she shouted "dont you know all i want is a fuckin camaro</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/111021854591471710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/111021854591471710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111021854591471710' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-110945202194637676</id><published>2005-02-26T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T13:07:01.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>have you ever needed someone so bad?it's about time for a new blog. valentines day was really good. me and georgie went out to visit the view of teh bay over in teh berkeley hills. we cuddle for a bit and then head to paradiso for a lovely dinner. i didnt want to eat too much for the "after dinner- it's valentine's day" sex. i choose the talapia and seh gets the chicken rigatoni! my favorite dish</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/110945202194637676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/110945202194637676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110945202194637676' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-110779512640733322</id><published>2005-02-07T08:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T08:52:06.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's almost valentines days. i think me and georgina are gona go out to paradiso. which one im not sure yet. things are good i shall say. friday was weird as hell tho. started out around noon, went w/ chief and gorilla to patti's law office to move her shit downstairs. if you have never been in an office before there is so many fuckin books and crap all over the place. we had to take every bit </summary><link 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be bf/gf and call eacah other baby all the time. boy do i have bad timing. we went to a gay ass cal state party on friday. met a BABE her name was holly.. wearing a skirt in late jan. lol. hot shit tho. angie came w/ us.. man those tits are huge. she is now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/110711695584967203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/110711695584967203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110711695584967203' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-110594938057273487</id><published>2005-01-16T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T00:09:40.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOYwhat a great weekend chank the tank had. after txting to georgie about "riding" she convinced me to come up to chico w/ her for the night. dani and gorilla rode while we went to go get kelly and smashley. we killed a bottle of malibu and then started another one when we got the girls. so from walnut creek we left to head out to our local sin city. it was a long fuckin </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/110594938057273487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/110594938057273487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110594938057273487' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-110478729824272709</id><published>2005-01-03T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T13:21:38.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>here comes 2005..it's been a long long while since i came back to this site. it's 2005 now and it all came by so fast. it just seemed like the other day i was on zach's boat and we were doing some wakeboarding and extreme tubing. then school started and i dont know where that went. some good times in athletic training class. everyone accepted me for being a prep but didnt care just cuz i was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/110478729824272709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/110478729824272709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110478729824272709' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-110115233840139155</id><published>2004-11-22T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T11:38:58.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy bday to ME!last thurs was my fake id's bday. we had to go celebrate..OUT TO THE BARS! we started at spanky's with a jack and coke. we left cuz of the "no hat law" czu ppl were concealing weapons there. soooooo we left. we went off to union jacks! me chief z-man and joely. bday night at the bars= free shots on teh house. for some reason i was confused in what to drink. there was just more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/110115233840139155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/110115233840139155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110115233840139155' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-109986161467217712</id><published>2004-11-07T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T13:06:54.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damn, ive been fuckin drunk latelytoo drunk to fuckin blog that's for real. me and the gorilla mask went to cal poly for halloween weekend to meet up w/ chief and derrty. we partied alot, had plenty of eats and smoked a shiiiiiitload. evan got a new puppy named brody. that little chocolate dog fucked the house up so bad. shit on everything w/ a name on it. haha.on thurs, good ol' thirsty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/109986161467217712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/109986161467217712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109986161467217712' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-109909245919107040</id><published>2004-10-29T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T16:27:39.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>play balls!mulan came back. he called to kick it at his house so i wwent to walk thru chabot school for a shortcut. this chick calls me up and is like let's kick it. i told her im goin to mulan's house and she said hey i live next to chabot school. so she bounces out quick and meets me in tha park. i didnt know wtf we were gonna do at all. we sat down and i noticed a tat on her fat ass tits. i </summary><link 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burn like usual and well, i gave in. we hooked up around 7 or so and burned a fatty blunt. hella fat= high as shiet. i was so stoned but this fucker wanted to smoke some more. so i guess i convinced him to smoke a j instead since i was on overload already. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/109830289388737901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/109830289388737901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109830289388737901' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-109764363305825903</id><published>2004-10-12T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T22:00:33.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man on firethe other day a young girl absolutely captured my heart. i was watching man on fire and that girl can act. she's only like 12 but she played really mature and seh was "cute" and blah blah blah. her name is dakota fanning. it was a really good movie, very touching. passion of hte christ was good too. billie quit work today. we shall mourn our biggest lost. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/109764363305825903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/109764363305825903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109764363305825903' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-109668604651818062</id><published>2004-10-01T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T20:00:46.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>whatever happened to fuckin parties? it seems like they left along time ago. why dont everyone who's at fuckin home doing jack shit get together and have a grand shindig? WHAT THE FUCK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/109668604651818062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/109668604651818062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109668604651818062' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-109625819731690131</id><published>2004-09-26T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T21:09:57.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just another SLO nightcal poly we went to this past weekend. shit was kinda whack. not really what i expected from such a party place. good bbq but shitty partying. everything got broken up too early. we first started off thurs night at christies places. teher were hella dudes there and chief was outside bouncing ppl left and right. i dont think we were there for more than 30 mins when chief </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/109625819731690131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/109625819731690131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109625819731690131' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-109583156802442102</id><published>2004-09-21T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T22:39:28.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>smells like teen spiritwow, havent been here for a while. miller left last friday so we had a little party for him. we drank and drank and drank. got to see haley too :) went ot the bonfire party over at peixoto's. it was tight, i saw netta there w/ her fag bf. oh well. time to get read yfor cal poly this thurs. we're gonna blow the roof off. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/109583156802442102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/109583156802442102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109583156802442102' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-109462503605181249</id><published>2004-09-07T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T23:30:36.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BONE BASH 5-::[dEEP pURPLE|jOE sATIRANI|tHIN lIZZY|bLUE oYSTER cULT|dOKKEN]::- hoooooome of lamont and tonelli!! bone bash five was fuckin sweet!! old ass dudes and a crowd that looked like the fans from happy gilmore. hella sweet tho, hot as fuck too! everyone had their shirts off...it smelled like sweat and weed the whole time hahhahha. everyoen was smoking their weed on the lawn like a grass </summary><link 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sweet!! old ass dudes and a crowd that looked like the fans from happy gilmore. hella sweet tho, hot as fuck too! everyone had their shirts off...it smelled like sweat and weed the whole time hahhahha. everyoen was smoking their weed on the lawn like a grass </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/109462405826678345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/109462405826678345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109462405826678345' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-109424373642023899</id><published>2004-09-03T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T13:35:36.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>labor day weekend...it startsschooooooool's out for tha summer! hah just kidding. labor day weekend bitches. man, it sucks not goin to chico this year. i dont know wtf im goin to do actually! my weekend started yesterday. how sweet is goin to school for one day next week?? so sill called me up and decided that he wanted to start drinking at the very beginning of morning. it was me miller jake </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/109424373642023899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/109424373642023899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109424373642023899' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-109333136599812021</id><published>2004-08-23T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T00:09:25.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there are alot of babes at schoolit was NOT the last blast on friday. we DID party like rockstars on sat night. friday we went out to this dude's house which was not poppin at all. met a couple a chicks from tha Mac Shack. this chick kate and ashley (called her Smashley)were moving to san diego so we decided to throw her a smasher of a party...we got a new girl at work, her name is keren. what</summary><link 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but it's not goin to unless my bday is passed. this summer has been a first of MANY:getting out of california (seattle trip)plane ride!margarita machinealameda babesbuying pitchers of beer at HOOTERSwatching my sister play softball in a long time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/109302972502142351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/109302972502142351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109302972502142351' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-109244948983238090</id><published>2004-08-13T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T19:11:29.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we're all stars now..in the dope showwow, i havent been here in a while..i went to the Easy Star All Stars concert last night. reggaeeeee baby. it was in Santa Cruz. a first of many. it was weird at first but it was cool i guess. i was blitzed as shit! there were a couple a folks burning one in the corner. hyped ass crowd too. kinda disappointed by the younger group of kids too. too fuckin </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/109244948983238090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/109244948983238090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109244948983238090' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-109121665351581005</id><published>2004-07-30T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T12:44:13.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dear allie mussojon came back into town the other night. too bad i was drunk as fuck the night he came.  we went to the A's game against the mariners for root beer float day! it was a great game as kotsay hit the winning run in. keith's bday was on tues. i have to say that since ive worked out w/ him ive turned myself into more of a machine. instead of getting bigger ive toned down alot.  the </summary><link 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started out w/ my ears popping like a bitch, almost to the point i wanted to die. we got a rental car and as usual my mom couldnt find her way out of the parking lot and i bitched at her for tripping out and panicking so much. i think she just doesnt read the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/109064824628537799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/109064824628537799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109064824628537799' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-108966224941048091</id><published>2004-07-12T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T12:57:29.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>checkin out at 6 in tha mo'ninso friday we go up to cross's cuzo's house. im sure it was awkward for her cuz it was me knoxville nilzay little nick and sill. aaaaaaand im sure every single one of us has done something w/ her on different occassions but now we're all in teh same room at once. haha. we kick it on vasco for a while but we headed back to go back to davenport's place. we end up back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108966224941048091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108966224941048091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108966224941048091' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-108888233283336141</id><published>2004-07-03T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T12:18:52.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>keep the party crackin like pistachioslast night was a sweet ass party night. it was interesting tho... me and rob went off to the apartment to pick up some sweet dosia. it was some good ass shit. then ashley and tausha came looking hella good. i think i tried to kiss ashley but she wouldnt let me :( haha. after they left we rolled back to castro valley to this dude karl's house. eric and victor</summary><link 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bad, but eh. we caught up enough and he sure as hell didnt change much. he just missed out on alot of things. we went to go see castro and tina at the pool which was cool. we pranked her hella good! good ol' mulan being the trickster again.id have to say my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108870999650481451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108870999650481451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108870999650481451' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-108840242886490178</id><published>2004-06-27T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T23:00:28.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i lie so much i cant tell the truth to myselfi love goin to the beach!!!!!!!! that's why at 4am me and cross went to half moon and killed 37 fuckin beers!! HOW SWEET IS THAT. too bad i told my parents i was goin to the movies w/ alina but i told them aabout the beach part so that meant that i probably went w/ her so i went w/ that story. then they assumed that i was just having sex w/ her on the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108840242886490178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108840242886490178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108840242886490178' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-108819024546147348</id><published>2004-06-25T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T12:04:05.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we are nothing trying for somethingTHE PROGRAM fuckin rocked!! first time i been to a rock show like this and it was fuckin awesome!!!!! bogart played like a rockstar and brian and paul was rockin teh fuck out. jesse had good vocals too. the other bands werent that bad too. the dude from BELOVED was killer too. he was playin the drums and doing vocals at teh same time. how savage is that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108819024546147348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108819024546147348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108819024546147348' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-108805762979592433</id><published>2004-06-23T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T23:13:49.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love meghan panighettii love meghan panighetti i love meghan panighetti i love meghan panighetti i love meghan panighetti i love meghan panighetti i love meghan panighetti i love meghan panighetti i love meghan panighetti i love meghan panighetti i love meghan panighetti i love meghan panighetti i love meghan panighetti i love meghan panighetti i love meghan panighetti!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108805762979592433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108805762979592433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108805762979592433' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-108788804957444874</id><published>2004-06-22T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T00:07:29.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i get higher than 5 skydiversa good day today. got the dryer all fixed and went to the gym w/ keith. now he's trying ot bring up some anabolic shit. at least he's taking muscle milk and he gave me some. i dunno, i dont actually feel anything. am i getting more cut? we worked out chest alot and i feel bad cuz i can do so much more than him. haha. but we had a good workout and watched RAW and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108788804957444874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108788804957444874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108788804957444874' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-108779098526253633</id><published>2004-06-20T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T21:09:45.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im the man in the box.....buried in my shitan interesting fuckin weekend. i could not have set it off any better than thurs. me and ish went to our summer school class just to drop that shit. lol. yeah, fuck summer school. we then went over to cross's house where we got a 24 of hamms and 18 of natty ice. how sweet is that. i havent kicked it w/ these kids in a long time. brought back some damn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108779098526253633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108779098526253633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108779098526253633' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-108707225906668289</id><published>2004-06-12T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T13:30:59.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bullets blunts and ah big bankrollofficially the new crew of this summer- the livermore boys. for like the past month ive been goin out to livermore w/ nigga rob and we be doin the damn thang out there w/ jordan and his boys. brian, victor, bogart, newman, vinny, travis, ben, jesse and pete, along w/ The Program and Normal Like You. on tues we had a fatty ass bbq.  at least 90 beers, and 30 </summary><link 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stress? something on my mind? or could it be i havent smoked all fuckin day??? jeezus shit. that's an easy one. gimme my diploma NOW!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108651966281884324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108651966281884324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108651966281884324' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-108637536325187084</id><published>2004-06-04T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T11:56:03.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i love sex, masticate mewow, so robbie's bday was a drag :-\  it was just the 6 of us pretty much the majority of the night. we chilled at MDs for a while smoking whatever dank i had left that day.  i bought 2 32oz and had taht for the night. we smoked ALOT that night. good ol' shake joint specials- on the house. everyone else was having fun w/ the white lady. im glad i resisted that shit, it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108637536325187084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108637536325187084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108637536325187084' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-108605277282164569</id><published>2004-05-31T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T18:19:32.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>brand new- jude law and a semester abroadwell well well.  i managed to get into this trance where i got 99 problems and a bitch aint one.  i really tried hard to ignore the whole deal w/ ashley.  friday was a good night to do that shit.  went over to tylers and partied there for a bit, partying it up  w/ netta and whitney and a bottle of soco.  alita then took us over to this party in dublin </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108605277282164569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108605277282164569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108605277282164569' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-108576454469753991</id><published>2004-05-28T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T10:15:44.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUEL THE MACHINEwell, fuck man, things have been rocky lately.  shit is getting on my mind and i dont know wtf to do about it. ashley is driving me crazy. i dont know waht she's thinking and she dont know what im thinking now.  i felt as if i liked her and i was trying to see if i could not answer her phone calls. that worked, but then she was like how come you dont talk to me anymore blah blah.</summary><link 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ive been rolling alot of blunts. couple nights ago we burned w/ this dude jordan from livermore. some of his buddies are in a band and we burned fatty w/ those guys. forgot to talk about last weekend. a party at this chick rachelle's house. it was just down </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108507443830045231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108507443830045231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108507443830045231' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-108404781233445516</id><published>2004-05-08T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-08T13:26:47.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>put your belly on your plate and watch your weightso it was a pretty weak ass week for a cinco de mayo?  there were no parties whatsoever.  me and rob went over to this apartment in dublin which was gay as fuck. cuz only chicks were reading magazines and teh dudes were just doing jack shit.  thurs was not just another thurs. i didnt feel like goin to the art class since we were gonna be doing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108404781233445516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108404781233445516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108404781233445516' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-108344265654331514</id><published>2004-05-01T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T13:20:44.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one week and im still hereso after last week, i made 80 bucks, but that's all gone. man, i need to manage my money better than that. tues i pretty much used up what was left after the strip club. 2 12 packs, a dub blunt and a pack of peach optimos.  me and cross sat by his pool since my classes got cancelled. we drank all the beers and thats' when i got a fat sunburnt all across my front side. </summary><link 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paradiso. shit is more than cool working there. i get to wear this black muscle tee and an apron w/ a napkin hanging from it. haha. i worked a lunch hour on friday just to see how things go. of course i have alot of job experiences so it was easy to pick </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108293400182753733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108293400182753733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108293400182753733' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-108273400918267845</id><published>2004-04-23T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T08:29:49.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>im lifted and im giftedhappy belated 420 yalls. it was a good one but i didnt smoke as much as expected. got out of school around 4 and went over to zimmer's to box out his van. we had to cut the sess early cuz his madre came home. we ate that rice krispie treat courtesy of md. that got me up there for sure. so today im suppose to start work at paradiso's w/ kevo. we'll see how this goes....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108273400918267845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108273400918267845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108273400918267845' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-108232924218282471</id><published>2004-04-18T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T16:03:37.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for bettter, or for worse shit piss cunt cocksucker mother fucker bitch tits turd and twat!!  so i lost another g*damn job again. cuz im a fucking liability. that was the gayest reply they could have ever given me. oh well....so i went to the pool feeling all butthurt. stayed there for like 2 hours watching castro and mini mulan shooting vball into a can. then later meghan came to work. &lt;3&lt;3&lt;3</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108232924218282471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108232924218282471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108232924218282471' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-108222537838721834</id><published>2004-04-17T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T11:12:32.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so this week was the first "sober" week of the new year. 6 days and 7 nights in a row did i not take a drink nor a smoke. probbaly cuz of the friday "i almost died drinking too g*damn much" incident. school's not looking so good in teh biology section. i got a 56 on the midterm and then took a surprise quiz in our bio lab and i got like a 10 out of 25. there's probably a good chance im gonna </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108222537838721834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108222537838721834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108222537838721834' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-108174032471064684</id><published>2004-04-11T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T20:28:45.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>spring break is over :(so i developed this chronic cough the past few days. whoo-shit. id say this weekend was pretty damn coo. friday we got soooooooo heavy. buss huss rolled thru over to md's and we just kicked it there hella chillin and shit. i drank probably 10 beers and then around 2 we decided to head over to gilliland's place. i dont even know wehre the fuck we went cuz i was so heav. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108174032471064684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108174032471064684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108174032471064684' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-108136361674412812</id><published>2004-04-07T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T11:49:40.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aint nothing like finding 20 dollars in the pockets of your britches that you wore last weekthis whole fall back, spring forward shit is driving me crazy. i didnt get to pass out for a whole hour on sunday which was gay cuz i was well fucked up from sat night's festivities. cross's house was where we were at then we moved to crow canyon. helen and lauren stower were there. that was cool, </summary><link rel='edit' 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before when i was his age? that's not good little dude. robbie pissed me off again. ambro threw in 4 and he had the nerve to take the money. it's like he cant just let money go. he has to keep it all to himself or dont let any of his go away. stingy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108089223021687651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108089223021687651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108089223021687651' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-108041394814376881</id><published>2004-03-27T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T11:01:40.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[brad paisley]little momentsalex munooooooooooooooooz! you are a beautiful chica! last night was a damn good night. definitely cannot complain when alex munoz is in town. we got some bud and some tall ones. for the rest of the guys was a white wedding night. not me. good ol jakey was kickin it live too. we were bout to go to ambro's but ashley called me and we decided to roll to livermore. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108041394814376881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108041394814376881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108041394814376881' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-108026730600472725</id><published>2004-03-25T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T18:17:37.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thuuuuursty thursdays, eh?;and a fuckin rainy one to g*damn! im still in livermore at school right now only cuz im suppose to be goin to calsses and taking midterms or whatnot. but i got out of math at 1 and waited for music class but that was cancelled and now my online midterm is cancelled too!! so i havent been doing jack shit for what is it? like 6 hours and such! fuck man this is my shitty </summary><link 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get any of it so i smoked before class and we were learning to add and multiply and that was dull but i was faded so it was cool. this mexi chica who sits in front of me is named nayad. how weird is that. she's married i think (from the rock on her hand) so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108008723602940816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/108008723602940816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108008723602940816' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-107989151527270093</id><published>2004-03-21T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T09:54:21.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a greatly faded weekendfinally after a month, me nick and brandon got to kick it again. i havent hung out w/  them since my parents found out about the DUI. so it was to brandon's place where i havent been tehre since we all ran from teh cops drinking an 18 pack each. haha. this time we had alot more beers. 106 of em to be exact. now if you think that's not the scary sight, we only had 8 heads </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107989151527270093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107989151527270093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107989151527270093' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-107942202899983257</id><published>2004-03-15T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T23:29:52.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a great fuckin dayso wtf. my life is pretty fuckin weird man. me and tina were walking at school and i said to her 'my life is weird. things that happen to me happen on later; like shit always comes up again. kinda like a deja vu sorta shit'. we were talking about my bro and how ppl get us mixed up and then this chick goes hey joe! and im like huh? and she goes sorry i know your bro. now it's </summary><link 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and robbie had partied w/. but i was soon to be known for sure. everyone knew my bro and well, this is my first time partying w/ him so they either called me joe or who are you? but the phrase that stuck in everyone's head at the end was "no, im no joe. im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107937738288727312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107937738288727312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107937738288727312' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-107887031215583656</id><published>2004-03-09T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T14:14:07.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sick of starbucks feverso for the  first time in forever i have been into starbucks. me and keith wallace went to go study some hella hard ass chapters in math so we decided to go there. i never realized how many fuckers actually go to that place. but it was like we saw someone we knew every other fuckin second. but that shit got done and it went well cuz ive been out of class for an hour and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107887031215583656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107887031215583656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107887031215583656' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-107877224473656064</id><published>2004-03-08T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T10:59:38.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>welcome back danny cookid have to say that it was quite a very fuckin good weekend. on friday, it was a great surprise to see the man that we've all been waiting for. good ol' cook stopped by the lake while i was at work. since ive known him so long it didnt seem like he changed much but shit, he changed hella! i didnt notice at first, but not that i think about it he doesnt wear his glasses </summary><link 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cutting off the hair would change some fuckin Karma..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107696428598764153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107696428598764153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107696428598764153' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-107672528428193608</id><published>2004-02-13T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T18:23:14.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sorry 2004....you suck assit's been a rough 44 days of the new year and im sure it's not gonna look any better. today went to work and chilled..which was cool until it started to get boring as shit. then a couple came in and rented a pedal boat and got stuck out there. meantime there's another boat who failed so i had to get both of em. it's raining like a mother fucker, what's gonna happen next</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107672528428193608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107672528428193608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107672528428193608' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-107649188781379349</id><published>2004-02-11T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T01:33:15.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>let it burn. til the sun burns your eyes. keep burning til it sets on the westsideit's 1:29am on this eaaaaaaarly wednesday morning. i should be in bed and already gotten some sleep. but im still awake. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107649188781379349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107649188781379349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107649188781379349' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-107645131721491623</id><published>2004-02-10T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T14:17:04.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sleeping w/ weed crumbs under my cuticles..so i never thought it would come to this. but i think im having marijuana withdrawals. i didnt smoke on sunday cuz i was getting picked up by the madre. i rolled one on sunday for the carpool the next day. i couldnt sleep all that night. i found myself looking at the clock around 12 and 1 and 3 and finally at 7 til i guess i passed out. waking up an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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bitching and shit to get the fuck back home. art class is pretty sweet. met this fool named seth who is hella good at art and drew a japanese centerfold for me to take home. lol. it's hella weird cuz ppl in that class just walk</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107630463943820753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107630463943820753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107630463943820753' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-107596517303910998</id><published>2004-02-04T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T23:14:34.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i met this chick named stephanie yesterday. sweet ass filipino chick from music class. stephanie is hot!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107596517303910998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107596517303910998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107596517303910998' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-107579216834730082</id><published>2004-02-02T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T23:11:08.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when trouble comes a knockin' im the first to answer the dooruh oh...benchpress met a girl today. not really a girl tho cuz she's like 25 =-o. her name is misha o0o0o0o0oo haha. cant believe i missed the superbowl tho. i worked a 6am shift at the lake and i passed out only to wake up to go to the pottery barn to work til midnight. how bloody weak is that???</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107579216834730082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107579216834730082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107579216834730082' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-107574952999882583</id><published>2004-02-02T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T11:20:29.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i couldnt have fucked myself any more unless i was....fucking...myselfso the parentals found out about the DUI and so well, im gonna be detained for the rest of the year. looks like im turning back into the old me...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107574952999882583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107574952999882583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107574952999882583' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-107508760414855929</id><published>2004-01-25T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T19:28:15.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bomb ass day at the lakewow, great day at work today. lot of business goin on but that didnt matter. right off the bat as i headed down to the dock, tony hooked me up w/ a 15 pop from captain crazy. me and jeremiah smoked throughout the whole day. i gave a boat to this one dude who gave me 10 bucks and a dollar tip. then some drunk ass russians were talking to us about vodka and chicks. i found </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107508760414855929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107508760414855929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107508760414855929' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-107491735469745311</id><published>2004-01-23T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T20:10:44.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>drinking binge= 3 weekssobriety test for DUI= 1 hourwaiting in the hospital= 2 hourswasting time cuz i got all of it in the world= pricelessokay, my wisdom teeth are popping out and it sucks. school started which is pretty sweet. seeing some good looking faces there.... :-D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107491735469745311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107491735469745311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107491735469745311' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-107388104413030024</id><published>2004-01-11T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T20:18:41.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ohhhh what trouble ive been in. we can start it off w/ cross's bday. we had a little preparty at miller's friday. we planned on goin to party in a HOE.tel. we chilled in the back of miller's before we went out. i got called by the moms to do some fuckin garbage throwing out so i drove home a little perved. that shit went well and i went back after. im surprised i can do this after teh week at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107388104413030024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107388104413030024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107388104413030024' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-107367260628716741</id><published>2004-01-09T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T10:24:41.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pure as the driven snowyeah i know it wasnt a holidae, but eh..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107367260628716741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107367260628716741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107367260628716741' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-107346106826877508</id><published>2004-01-06T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T23:39:00.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quarter ounce of grass= $80jack daniels, captain mo', jagermeister, midori melon= hella money12 pack of old milwakee light= $3.99 eachflirting w/ waitresses for beers= freedrinking beers for 9 hours straight= pricelessnew years whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat. you know what this time of the year calls for? that's right, the cabin baby. but can i tell you that this was a party of a lifetime. there's more</summary><link 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a first time for everything and gadammit it's the first of the year. xmas was pretty alright. nothing too special. went to the cuzo's house and kicked it for a while. just ate and shit for like 2 hours. how fuckin great is it that we went to get drunk xmas </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107299172002186077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107299172002186077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107299172002186077' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-107181289546617076</id><published>2003-12-18T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T21:49:09.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what's the most i could accomplish at work today? drinking 4 beers and smoking out a dub? bahha. that's all i did at work today. how come no one comes down to the lake anymore!!! well, that's not so bad..at least i dont gotta do shit at all. yesterday was pretty heavy. after i dropped the research paper off, i came home to prepare myself for one of the biggest hitting events in a lifetime. i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107181289546617076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107181289546617076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107181289546617076' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-107137429654108703</id><published>2003-12-13T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T19:59:05.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the winter break: and when i say we break...we BREAKso i guess finals week is over for me?? i only had to take a philosophy test which was freakin easy as shit. just bullshitting about some philsophers. well, i took my history online test and i got a freakin 50% on it which put me to a 65% in the class. i guess the class was hard as shit cuz i had the highest grade...so now all i gotta do is </summary><link 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one hour. how shitty is that. i woke up at 4 thinking i slept in for 24 hours hella paranoid as fuck. and fever sucks cuz i hate sweating like a mother fucker and the sheets are drenched in ass sweat. i was so bored in my room cuz i hate sleeping in the middle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107086464793283319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107086464793283319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107086464793283319' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-107030352181962655</id><published>2003-12-01T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T22:33:42.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my goodluck charm is a 5 leaf cloverhope everyone had a happy thanksgiving. i sure had an interesting day. we cooked for like 10 hours making all the possible foods that were not related to thanksgiving. like we had potstickers and eggrolls, sticky rice, noodles of all sorts, vegetable dish. we did have the traditional turkey and ham and some mash potatoes. i think that's as american as we can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107030352181962655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/107030352181962655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107030352181962655' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-106964582406764349</id><published>2003-11-23T18:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T19:50:52.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>trippin on a hole in a paperheartso it's been good lately. kinda sorta. on wednesday we didnt have class which was awesome but that meant no katie springer :-\ i was waiting around for dana roberts by trying to do some history hw. i decided that it's not happening so i took a walk and bumped into alyssa locklin! for those of you who dont know, she was in my english class the first year at las </summary><link 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type='text'>mix hennessy and hypnotic and you get 'the hulk'mix vodka with a game of Qzar and you get an empty bottleso i havent been blogging it up in a week. bad me. let's see..didnt go to school on mon cuz of veteran's day. it was more of a movie day. i rented italian job and the hulk and got my sister lizzie mcguire movie. kudos for IJ but man, the hulk coulda have alot better. maybe they shoulda left </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/106893517698660197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/106893517698660197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106893517698660197' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-106851025412563852</id><published>2003-11-10T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T16:24:11.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>who's the man who delivers 10 times out of 10?there's this new guy at work. he's nate's roommate jeff. this guy is alright. he's got a similar personality as nate but he's like one of those guys from average joe. haha. we tipped over all the canoes and kayaks and i bailed out more boats. hella water in those sombitches. i think that's pretty much all im gonna do for work. that and trying to box </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/106851025412563852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/106851025412563852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106851025412563852' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-106831611552687374</id><published>2003-11-08T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T10:28:33.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>umulamahriso it's been hectic as hell lately. i told my mom i wasnt goin to the sevendust concert on sunday cuz it would make her happier. she didnt know what to say after that. i know im right. but i just realized that there's no school the next fuckin day so i fucked that one up. we gotta pick classes too. i have 16 units down w/ a 6 hour/week art class. i know NO ONE appreciates art that much</summary><link 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butter and the syrup open. how fuckin gay is that. i went to work only to do nothing......at all. for the full 5 hours i stayed in the cafe and didnt even bother to go down to the docks. after work i went to emily's house to get some ganja w/ jeremiah for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/106801149514087324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/106801149514087324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106801149514087324' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-106780153629199567</id><published>2003-11-02T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T10:18:55.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beer: helping big girls get laid one drunk at a timeso it was a toss up if my halloween was good or not. not sure what to think of it. me and chu were the only ones who ended up goin and i schmobbed the padre's highlander. we arrived at 940 and alina was already passed out by then. we stayed outside her dorm for a whole hour and a half but we finally went to ez's house cuz he was getting his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/106780153629199567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/106780153629199567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106780153629199567' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-106753839283511503</id><published>2003-10-30T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T10:26:19.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just for old times sake..so mulan left this morning. didnt even stay for a fuckin week. haha. let's see what ive been to...well, on monday i didnt have g*damn class. there was a 6 car pile up in front of airway blvd so we got to school late but my class got cancelled. so i just waited around for like fuckin 3 hours chillin w/ sherman. i finally got back to the damn gym after hella days w/o </summary><link 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beginning $8 for stage dance: -$8   coming out of friday night: $ 15 left (away in my safekeep)taking arnie's ice cream money: $2   taking mexican's ice cream/3 waters money: $5   selling motor for day: $3   selling electric boat to mexicans: $10   giving boat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/106723279312623279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/106723279312623279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106723279312623279' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-106715381905630701</id><published>2003-10-26T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T10:03:58.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>crazy like a horseso im wondering why katie looks so much hotter when she's sick? maybe its' the messed up hair? or the non-fresh coat of make up from the night before? or the sniffles she gets from her cold? but anyways, it was good too see her again. looking good like a bake-it-a-day sandwich :-D she went out of class a handful of times to hack something up or blow her nose. so i didnt push </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/106715381905630701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/106715381905630701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106715381905630701' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-106697189487327903</id><published>2003-10-23T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T22:05:10.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's easy getting cold shoulders when youre the icemanso tues i go to work a pissed off negro from what happened the night before. it was cool tho cuz jeremiah was there and not the boss. sean and tony came by and they smoked me out. not one bowl like most ppl but we hit 2 bowls out of our dock bong. that was pretty sweet and kept me content for a long long time. so sad to say the good will end </summary><link 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color hair besides blackchicks who like to call the house when i have a cell phonechicks who like to smoke weedchicks who looooove casual sex :-p (my favorite)chicks who my mom can call blondiechicks who look like latin slutschicks who have huge hoop </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/106671577890047467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/106671577890047467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106671577890047467' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-106662272462799797</id><published>2003-10-19T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T21:05:24.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>walking around w/ a hole in my shoe..so internet explorer fucked up again and shut down the browser so it erased the blog i just made. so fuckin a, i think im gonna just list what happened this weekend:went to classgot katie's number :)partied at ambro's, smoked 3 blunts and played monkeyballwent to work saturday and didnt kick it w/ the girlkicked it at mulans, went to jon snyders w/ jrizz</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/106662272462799797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/106662272462799797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106662272462799797' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-106632757161746623</id><published>2003-10-16T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T11:06:11.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a weird dream..so this is what i was dreaming last night: it was my bday and i was on the docks at lake chabot. wow, im still working there :-\  but yeah, all of a sudden ichiro ishmale and jrizz comes running down w/ inner tubes. all of a sudden there is a current and all of em are riding on that shit. i jump into a canoe and im rowing my ass to catch up to them. i see elena running down the </summary><link 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today was my day for the 7 min speech. i had on a sweatshirt and windbreaker pants over my junior year singlet (that's the spandex) and just waited my turn. 5 other ppl went in front of me and by the time it was my turn it was already 5 after 9 oclock. i had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/106626543499127754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/106626543499127754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106626543499127754' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-106615312746832798</id><published>2003-10-14T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T10:38:47.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you say what you do, you dont do what you sayso nick rodriguez gets a tattoo on saturday night. last night he came over to show it to me. it's a ying yang engulfed in flames. haha, is that even a word? well, we were talking and reminiscing about the good ol'days. we just realized that we both have fat ass group of friends that dont kick it anymore. i swear it's after high school where you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/106615312746832798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5734355/posts/default/106615312746832798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bpress.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106615312746832798' title=''/><author><name>bench</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02385486285985952633</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5734355.post-106602304071896997</id><published>2003-10-12T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T22:30:40.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>you cant breathe without a lifejacket on..so let's see..after hanging out w/ katie in her car i was pretty stoked about the coming weekend. i saw ashley and tausha-who was wearing this tiny blue dress and looking pretty freakin hot in it- at the top of the hill.  i had gym class and janelle richards bounced out to hawaii for a week. when i got home, the boss called and told me to work 8-12 for </summary><link 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