<?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-3187542781623794354</id><updated>2012-01-26T04:10:03.337-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Guy Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'>If you love action but don't want to leave the comfort of your butt, then sit back, but not too far cuz you'll be on the edge of your seat, relax...kinda, you will be enthralled!!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-674151239657407717</id><published>2009-11-15T04:10:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T04:31:10.167-03:00</updated><title type='text'>9teen can suck it!</title><content type='html'>Thats right queers, Its my birthday. You know what that means? Super awesome fun time. I've turned nineteen, and in lay-mans terms, I'm getting too old to be this immature. Who am I kidding? I'm gonna be this immature untill there is no other option. I could whine and bitch and moan all I want about how nothing good ever happens on my birthday, or how getting older means I have one less year to find love, or that the last year was a waste. But no. I will not be the one who hates himself so others can feel sorry for him and give him the false impression that people actually care about him. If anything I'm happy for this birthday. It means that I've been spitting in the face of the grim reaper for the last 19 years. Ha ha, take that you giant reaping ass hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to stray too far from the normal, there is a down side to this blog. My grandmother passed away on Friday. She will be missed. In loving memory of Alice Ruth Domel Holderrieth, a wonder grandmother, and friend. 11/10/24 to 11/13/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You will be missed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-674151239657407717?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/674151239657407717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/9teen-can-suck-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/674151239657407717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/674151239657407717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/9teen-can-suck-it.html' title='9teen can suck it!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-7289863762090601361</id><published>2009-10-29T02:50:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T02:51:36.719-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the best liar</title><content type='html'>I sent this to my algebra teacher in hopes of taking a test I skipped out on. Please look at it through his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Ollis,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you noticed, but I didn't attend class on the 28th. While I was in my geology class my stomach started to cramp and I noticed I was sweating quite a bit. I went to the restroom to wash my face, but when I stood up I got really dizzy. I decided it was in my best interest if I threw up (very bad idea). After I did the deed, I couldn't stop dry-heaving. I'm sorry, but I needed to leave the class and go home. I know that this is probably something you've heard before, I mean, really? On the test day? I was so disappointed. I made it home safely enough and tried to take some medicine, but to no avail. I ended up just going to sleep and missing work. I usually have a strong immune system so I should be ok within 5 days (hopefully). I feel awful that I missed the test, and I wouldn't be surprised if you don't want me to take it again. I mean, heck I could of just gotten over it and felt bad. Having said all that, please please pleeeease let me take the test. Any time will do. I will try to make it to any time you can spare. If you decide to contact me please send me an e-mail at tentay2@aol.com. I don't know how to check the school e-mail system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your consideration,&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Pond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-7289863762090601361?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7289863762090601361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-best-liar.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/7289863762090601361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/7289863762090601361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-best-liar.html' title='I am the best liar'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-6698736524469535511</id><published>2009-10-02T19:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T20:21:21.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is Taylor.  I am the coolest mo-fo out there.  (Rapping) My name is peaches and I'm the best.  All the DJ's want to feel my breasts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like big butts and I can not lie.  You otha brothas can't deny.  And when a girl walks in with a itty bitty waist and a round thing in your face, you get sprung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at the beach......ROCK LOBSTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-6698736524469535511?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6698736524469535511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-taylor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/6698736524469535511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/6698736524469535511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-taylor.html' title=''/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-8592139028320015642</id><published>2009-09-22T16:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T00:03:09.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple the avenger!</title><content type='html'>What I'm listening to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F8vQL15Ql7g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F8vQL15Ql7g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vjNgVpPcsx4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vjNgVpPcsx4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everyone, how's life? I don't know if you've noticed, but today was Be Nice to Taylor day.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how many people observed be nice to Taylor day?&lt;br /&gt;1 person. 1 person said, "happy Be Nice to Taylor Day," Taylor. Do you know who that person was? My F-ing philosophy teacher! He knows that you guys don't love me, that's why he's a philosophist...philosopher...Dr phil. So me and him are gonna run away and get married in Vegas. Oh, and Apple, if you're reading this you can be the best man (I know John just shit his pants in rage). I'm kidding. Theirs no way I could get my philosophy teacher, he's way to good for me. My algebra teacher on the other hand...Kinda looks like the alien from the movie Alien.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SrlL7YmHZLI/AAAAAAAAASw/4LIPmAJYRVU/s1600-h/2222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SrlL7YmHZLI/AAAAAAAAASw/4LIPmAJYRVU/s400/2222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384418313084822706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I've got a little extra money lying around and I thought it might be a good idea to get a gym membership. Even if it's only for a few months it would still be fun. I don't really know though, If I do I might as well covert most of my hang out time to work out time, and I don't want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get Apple to take the kick boxing class at San Jac next year. I'm certain I can convince him, he's kinda into shit like that. Also, I think it would be pretty cool cause we would constantly get paired up, because we're practically the same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving blood tomorrow, or today, or yesterday. It really depends on when you're reading this. I don't have a lot to give but because I have a rare blood type its good when I do. I have to work the rest of the day after that. Lets hope I don't pass out. O- a blessing and a curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3D9jDzfyBj4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3D9jDzfyBj4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Jessica, if you're reading this, nice to meet you. I'm Taylor. Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live each day well, and you will have an extraordinary life!&lt;br /&gt;-Tealor Pawnd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-8592139028320015642?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8592139028320015642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/apple-avenger.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/8592139028320015642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/8592139028320015642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/apple-avenger.html' title='Apple the avenger!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SrlL7YmHZLI/AAAAAAAAASw/4LIPmAJYRVU/s72-c/2222.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-6082024896303450855</id><published>2009-09-17T02:20:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:38:34.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The totally gay ass adventures of Kyle</title><content type='html'>We follow our hero Kyle as he walks through his school hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle looks up from his depression to the end of the hallway to see his hero Taylor, standing tall and proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor was a strong man, with rippling muscles all over his tight and tone body. The thought of which made Kyle's mouth salivate. He had a ton of friends, and not a piece of shit metaphor, a literal ton and probably more. He also had hundreds of girlfriends. And money, don't forget about money. Yes, he had it all, but Kyle could see this god, this Adonis, this champion of champions needed something more. Kyle could see (because of his years of being a nerd) that Taylor's white blood cell count was low. And just as Kyle predicted, Taylor soon fell into illness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle researched day and night for a week, putting off most of his normal bathing habits to  search for the cause. He soon learned that the source of Taylor's illness was his kidney was giving out under the sheer stress of his coolness. Kyle instantly rushed to Taylor's side to deliver the news that he could be saved. Kyle was met with a depressing realization when he arrived. Taylor, being the genius, had realized the problem with his kidney and figured out three solutions to the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was that he could easily tell his kidney to get over it, and it would listen, because when Taylor says something, people listen. The second was to become &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; cool, and that was just out of the question. If he became more cool the world would implode. And lets face it, he really can't get much cooler unless he drove a car filled with puppies. The third was to find a donor and just have it replaced. Unfortunately, the only person with matching midichlorian levels was Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for our hero, Kyle was more than willing to give up a kidney for his ruler, Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the operating room the doctors decided that the coolness flowing from Taylor would damage the new kidney before they could adjust. The only solution was to get two kidneys to bear the strain. Of course, Kyle was more than willing to sacrifice his life to aid Taylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The operation was a huge success and Taylor was back to his mega awesome self before his cool eyes could blink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the final days of Kyle's life support were coming to an end, Taylor paid him a visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know you've always looked up to me, and that you want to be me in every way. So I made you this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SrVrE5TBdUI/AAAAAAAAASo/2a1BSBe3QNM/s1600-h/octo+kyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SrVrE5TBdUI/AAAAAAAAASo/2a1BSBe3QNM/s400/octo+kyle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383326661435553090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately drawing was never Taylor's best quality. Kyle dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then here's a funny F-ing video of a new show I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="flashObj" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,47,0" height="412" width="486"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/6555681001?isVid=1&amp;amp;publisherID=769341148"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="videoId=29346693001&amp;amp;playerID=6555681001&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="base" value="http://admin.brightcove.com"&gt;&lt;param name="seamlesstabbing" value="false"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="swLiveConnect" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/6555681001?isVid=1&amp;amp;publisherID=769341148" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=29346693001&amp;amp;playerID=6555681001&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" name="flashObj" seamlesstabbing="false" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" swliveconnect="true" allowscriptaccess="always" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" height="412" width="486"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrapped that Twinkie with care, damnit!&lt;br /&gt;-Apple Pond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-6082024896303450855?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6082024896303450855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/totally-gay-ass-adventures-of-kyle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/6082024896303450855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/6082024896303450855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/totally-gay-ass-adventures-of-kyle.html' title='The totally gay ass adventures of Kyle'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SrVrE5TBdUI/AAAAAAAAASo/2a1BSBe3QNM/s72-c/octo+kyle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-7220084279741889191</id><published>2009-09-12T02:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T03:28:27.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you like to play a game of Mel gibson safari?</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was Jason's birthday, and I'm not gonna lie, or I am, it was fun. Here are the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s305.photobucket.com/albums/nn223/tpond1990/"&gt;see look, you click here and then get  jolly ol' surprise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are good. Some are bad, but that's all I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is a disgusting video, but so well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uP4tQR2lmv8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uP4tQR2lmv8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna have to watch it on you tube cause it doesn't work for some reason. never mind it works now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LOVE&lt;br /&gt;thailor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-7220084279741889191?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7220084279741889191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/would-you-like-to-play-game-of-mel.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/7220084279741889191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/7220084279741889191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/would-you-like-to-play-game-of-mel.html' title='Would you like to play a game of Mel gibson safari?'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-6122126380398075813</id><published>2009-09-03T13:35:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:17:42.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lieutenant DJ Professor Everything</title><content type='html'>This is the start of my 4 day weekend. I imagine that its gonna be fun. It started off pretty good. On my Thursdays I have less classes then my Monday/Wednesday. So after I got out of class I was gonna go wait for Lisa, because she and I car pool with each other. I got to the student center where we normally meet up, and they had a huge line snaking around the front of it. I went to investigate. "Free Hot Dogs" the sign said. Oh how cheap I am. I stood in that line for about 5 minutes just drinking coke and talking to Lisa until I got my dog. Then she and I sat in front of the library and watched the crowd at the student center watch a gay guy dance to Single Ladies by Beyonce. Sean B joined us for a quick chat and then Lisa and I decided we would go. On our way past the hot dog guy I went over to the DJ and ask him if he had any Red Hot Chili Peppers and he said yes so I ask if he could play some. He said sure. As I walked away My friend Von passed me and said good job. I told him what I requested, and as Lisa and I waited for the song to change Von got into the hot dog line. The song he was playing stopped and he was about to change it when all of a sudden Cascada came on. Von turned to me and said, "Taylor! What the hell?!? You gay?" I was so embarrassed. Why would DJ Asshole do that to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Regardless I decided to take my time with this post, because I have made pictures. Well...not really made, more edited. Some of these are better than others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SqAEeWBDXAI/AAAAAAAAARo/911ORHfOYGI/s1600-h/kyle+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SqAEeWBDXAI/AAAAAAAAARo/911ORHfOYGI/s400/kyle+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377302874432953346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SqAEeWBDXAI/AAAAAAAAARo/911ORHfOYGI/s1600-h/kyle+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kylebob Kylepants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SqAE54bp_lI/AAAAAAAAASY/veFjhKcpusc/s1600-h/kyle+11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SqAE54bp_lI/AAAAAAAAASY/veFjhKcpusc/s400/kyle+11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377303347527810642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle GaGa&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SqAEzvU9bjI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3kSPbvZnHB4/s1600-h/kyle+10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SqAEzvU9bjI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3kSPbvZnHB4/s400/kyle+10.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377303242004590130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kyle Plausible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SqAEpurEB-I/AAAAAAAAASA/pVN5P-oE4Io/s1600-h/kyle+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SqAEpurEB-I/AAAAAAAAASA/pVN5P-oE4Io/s400/kyle+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377303070030170082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pokemon XI: Return Of Kyle&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SqAElnLYXbI/AAAAAAAAAR4/h2a4glD9ro8/s1600-h/kyle+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 381px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SqAElnLYXbI/AAAAAAAAAR4/h2a4glD9ro8/s400/kyle+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377302999298760114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm an Ogre grrrrr&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SqAES6djanI/AAAAAAAAARY/LZKOLAXib10/s1600-h/kyle+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SqAES6djanI/AAAAAAAAARY/LZKOLAXib10/s400/kyle+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377302678057740914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Kyle&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SqAEbGynhLI/AAAAAAAAARg/ak7q2TtOu_U/s1600-h/kyle+2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SqAEbGynhLI/AAAAAAAAARg/ak7q2TtOu_U/s400/kyle+2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377302818806269106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant think of a Kyle related pun for this one.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SqAEu3xMhRI/AAAAAAAAASI/7HdyEjIMz1k/s1600-h/kyle+9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 367px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SqAEu3xMhRI/AAAAAAAAASI/7HdyEjIMz1k/s400/kyle+9.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377303158371157266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kylechu. Look into it's cold dead eyes.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SqAEhioU7FI/AAAAAAAAARw/CGs1xJp8cQI/s1600-h/kyle+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SqAEhioU7FI/AAAAAAAAARw/CGs1xJp8cQI/s400/kyle+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377302929358515282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fry from Kylerama&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SqAE9y7MehI/AAAAAAAAASg/1la5p9aBvD8/s1600-h/kyle+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 333px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SqAE9y7MehI/AAAAAAAAASg/1la5p9aBvD8/s400/kyle+12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377303414768957970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the best one: Shadow clone Kyle jutsu&lt;br /&gt;Look how good I did the hair!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And now for a crazy fun video, and if you don't watch it you're gay...Kyle!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/86wKWjvUD50&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/86wKWjvUD50&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="505"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Gonna get that blazer!&lt;br /&gt;-ramadamataylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SqAEpurEB-I/AAAAAAAAASA/pVN5P-oE4Io/s1600-h/kyle+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SqAEzvU9bjI/AAAAAAAAASQ/3kSPbvZnHB4/s1600-h/kyle+10.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-6122126380398075813?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6122126380398075813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/lieutenant-dj-professor-everything.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/6122126380398075813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/6122126380398075813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/lieutenant-dj-professor-everything.html' title='Lieutenant DJ Professor Everything'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SqAEeWBDXAI/AAAAAAAAARo/911ORHfOYGI/s72-c/kyle+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-1806865162381922298</id><published>2009-08-26T22:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:37:28.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I got Chase's phone number</title><content type='html'>I am so proud of myself. I was like, "Hey bitch, gimme yo digits" and he was like, "Oh yes sir, I would love to please you in any way possible" and then I was like, "well?"&lt;br /&gt;"I cannot move. I am in awe of your awesomeness."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Chase, I know. Just hand me your phone"&lt;br /&gt;"I love you."&lt;br /&gt;"One day I hope to return the favor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! That would be so cool if it actually happened like that. That is the shit of legend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy class is coooooool!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-1806865162381922298?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1806865162381922298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-got-chases-phone-number.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/1806865162381922298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/1806865162381922298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-got-chases-phone-number.html' title='I got Chase&apos;s phone number'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-1024285598188867987</id><published>2009-08-15T01:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T01:58:57.938-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7 minutes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SoZOlI7ESUI/AAAAAAAAARQ/O2I4UHier7k/s1600-h/this+is+gonna+be+the+best+kyle+ever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SoZOlI7ESUI/AAAAAAAAARQ/O2I4UHier7k/s400/this+is+gonna+be+the+best+kyle+ever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370066005643249986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-1024285598188867987?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1024285598188867987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/7-minutes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/1024285598188867987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/1024285598188867987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/7-minutes.html' title='7 minutes'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SoZOlI7ESUI/AAAAAAAAARQ/O2I4UHier7k/s72-c/this+is+gonna+be+the+best+kyle+ever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-5221885159976996440</id><published>2009-08-14T04:21:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T05:35:24.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect</title><content type='html'>Hey people I adore, whats going on? Rhetorical question! What's happening is, you are reading. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really.  If I had done that, this would be a very depressing read. but on to the fun...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SoUfwhyw7zI/AAAAAAAAARI/Lx7YCHbIYaM/s1600-h/aaakakaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SoUfwhyw7zI/AAAAAAAAARI/Lx7YCHbIYaM/s400/aaakakaka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369733049274658610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call it: Kyles from the fifth dimension. And yes, I did notice it looks like kyle is pooping, or at least trying to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I gained the respect of one of my co-workers today. I was in the break room getting ready to leave, when she walked in and said, "not every day is this bad."&lt;br /&gt;To which I responded, "Bad? No. Today was fun."&lt;br /&gt;"Why was that?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because if I have a choice between a bad day and a good, I will always choose good."&lt;br /&gt;She seemed puzzled by the words I had just spoken, but then she smiled, looked me dead in the eyes and said, "Thank you"&lt;br /&gt;Its at times like those, you realize that the only was people truly, truly listen to you is when they respect you. If you tell some random person to change their life, will they listen? But tell someone who fears/loves/worships/understands you and they will listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now It's time for a short script. Honestly I am only putting this on here because Jason put one up. And in all honesty I might as well be riding his coat tails. But here goes nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How 'bout a story of a guy, a guy who is abnormal. OK how's this: a bunch of guys are sitting around a picnic table and one by one they all list off what they are eating. (Its about 5-11 guys)&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1:OK, show what ya got boys. But no one can top my fake plastic sandwich I stole from my daughter's fake kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;Guy 2:I'm eating salt :3&lt;br /&gt;Guy 3:Same as always...broken glass&lt;br /&gt;Guy 4:My wife made my lunch today :) Ha, it's a note that says, "I want a divorce"&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1:Oh fuck you Glen...do you want to trade?&lt;br /&gt;Guy 5:NO! No trading. I AM EATING THIS TABLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Guy 6:Suck it bitches, cat litter.&lt;br /&gt;Guy 7: I'll do you one better. This morning I went to the doctor and had my heart removed and replaced with an artificial one.&lt;br /&gt;Guy3:What did he do with your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Guy 7:(blood all over his face) never mind&lt;br /&gt;Guy 1:What about you Jim?&lt;br /&gt;Guy 8:GUN! (puts gun in mouth and camera turns away. You hear a gun shot, and everyone gets covered in blood)&lt;br /&gt;Guy 9:Shhhh! I'm doing photosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;Guy 4:Adam, what about you?&lt;br /&gt;Guy 10:I got a black person.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone:Dude! That's fuckin' racist. Get the hell away from our table. (guy 10 leaves)&lt;br /&gt;Guy 11:Ok, anyone want some of this Korean guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I got. Help if you want, or don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a video of what happens in Taylor's mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jJ0TG5Nvu0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8jJ0TG5Nvu0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0366f0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0366f0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sometimes, hope is what makes us smile.&lt;br /&gt;Other times, a smile is what can bring us hope.&lt;br /&gt;-MC Taylor McPondy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-5221885159976996440?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5221885159976996440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/respect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/5221885159976996440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/5221885159976996440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/respect.html' title='Respect'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SoUfwhyw7zI/AAAAAAAAARI/Lx7YCHbIYaM/s72-c/aaakakaka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-1812277570876736180</id><published>2009-08-12T01:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T02:02:17.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>literally 30 seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SoJZ1Kyb4MI/AAAAAAAAARA/TDGaJ8P9AtQ/s1600-h/literally.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SoJZ1Kyb4MI/AAAAAAAAARA/TDGaJ8P9AtQ/s400/literally.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368952475742888130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how long it took me to create this beautiful, semi Abraham Lincoln, Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J727KgJRwtQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J727KgJRwtQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-1812277570876736180?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1812277570876736180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/literally-30-seconds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/1812277570876736180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/1812277570876736180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/literally-30-seconds.html' title='literally 30 seconds'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SoJZ1Kyb4MI/AAAAAAAAARA/TDGaJ8P9AtQ/s72-c/literally.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-1872741337282914753</id><published>2009-08-11T02:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T03:12:20.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I tried too hard</title><content type='html'>Has the media war become a Kyle off? The only reason I ask, is because, I just spent about 2 hours (plus time to fart around) making this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SoERGT5Mz7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/CSOPz9CJebM/s1600-h/no+I+love+him.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SoERGT5Mz7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/CSOPz9CJebM/s400/no+I+love+him.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368591030919417778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be the best thing I've ever created. Look how professional I am!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tutorial to make those eyes was extremely confusing, so I said screw this, and I did it my own way. I hope this sets the standard of drawing Kyle from now on. I think I messed up though, look at the beard. Its missing a little bit on the left side, but otherwise that I am very proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to San Jac, but I can't tomorrow, because I work. So I'm gonna have to do it on Wednesday. Oh, speaking of work tomorrow, I got a call this morning and it was Nicole. Nicole is one of my bosses. She said I could work tomorrow and Thursday. So I said, what shall I be doing? And she said, you will be on a cashier tomorrow and Thursday you will be in Harmon. Regardless of what she said, I was gonna say yes. Because lets face it, I'm a yes man. The problem is I have no idae whats in Harmon. Its the section where we keep the cosmetics, perfume, razors, deoderant, and condoms lol. I'm planning on bs-ing my way through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. where in the world is Kyle Sandiego?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for your consideration...I win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mbUkDCbGMGs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mbUkDCbGMGs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isn't for the competition, I just thought you people with a facebook would enjoy this a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hesGOLx8peo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hesGOLx8peo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nrlSkU0TFLs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nrlSkU0TFLs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask                            yourself this question:&lt;br /&gt;                          "Will this matter a year from now?"&lt;br /&gt;-TP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-1872741337282914753?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1872741337282914753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-i-tried-too-hard.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/1872741337282914753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/1872741337282914753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-think-i-tried-too-hard.html' title='I think I tried too hard'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SoERGT5Mz7I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/CSOPz9CJebM/s72-c/no+I+love+him.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-2672055339754188046</id><published>2009-08-01T02:18:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T04:06:19.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple is so racist</title><content type='html'>"You haven't blogged in a while, what's up with that?" Well here ya go Kyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna write a romantic comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally and Calvin have been best friends ever since homeschooling. Knowing they were both madly in love with each other, but related by blood, they set off on an adventure to find the perfect match for the other. During the quest to find the best matches they stumble upon a blind dating service. A literal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blind&lt;/span&gt; dating service. As they work their way through the hopeful dates they start to realize they all have dogs, and have no idea where they are. So Sally and Calvin run outside and Calvin dies. Instantly. I don't know why. Not long after the funeral, Sally finds a nice man and they move in together. But soon the ghost of Calvin comes back from the grave and kills the new guy. After sally realizes what Calvin has done she decides to become a super hero and fight villainy with her "ghost powers". Then something happens and she dies too. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was that? Awesome? Splendorous? Super mega cool pants?&lt;br /&gt;Why yes Kyle, this did take me three years to think of. No Jason, I wont write a sequel starring Ryan Renalds, but if I did it would look like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She falls in love with Ryan Renalds, then they all live happily ever after. Or do they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if the media off includes pictures or just video, so here is both.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SnPyq2lw52I/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZR36vuyDkp0/s1600-h/tacocat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SnPyq2lw52I/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZR36vuyDkp0/s320/tacocat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364898399150729058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SnPxlMqpFdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/cJ5BzIs6Cp0/s1600-h/today.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SnPxlMqpFdI/AAAAAAAAAPw/cJ5BzIs6Cp0/s320/today.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364897202485925330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SnPyLJRqHlI/AAAAAAAAAQg/319k0Z4BojQ/s1600-h/today6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SnPxtAkzkPI/AAAAAAAAAP4/c9iktAC8cTY/s320/today1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364897336679174386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b6U5W3pavJY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b6U5W3pavJY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZUPCB9533Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZUPCB9533Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tuQ4mhxvKJw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tuQ4mhxvKJw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iorioBK_0QE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iorioBK_0QE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jKdOtReex_w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jKdOtReex_w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget about all those sex with girls, lets color!&lt;br /&gt;-Von Pond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; the new master of MS paint!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SnP3LZkR_OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/JscQCQgM5mQ/s1600-h/grads,+apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SnP3LZkR_OI/AAAAAAAAAQw/JscQCQgM5mQ/s400/grads,+apple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364903356342074594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-2672055339754188046?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2672055339754188046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/apple-is-so-racist.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/2672055339754188046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/2672055339754188046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/apple-is-so-racist.html' title='Apple is so racist'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SnPyq2lw52I/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZR36vuyDkp0/s72-c/tacocat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-8762222984130673870</id><published>2009-07-28T03:18:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T04:33:34.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best competition ever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sm62gHkzyyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/C6GXM735d9o/s1600-h/mooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sm62gHkzyyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/C6GXM735d9o/s320/mooo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363424869150346018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sm62UHFqNkI/AAAAAAAAAPg/s_Gh2kO0-fk/s1600-h/moooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sm62UHFqNkI/AAAAAAAAAPg/s_Gh2kO0-fk/s320/moooo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363424662861264450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sm62OhmqBaI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fEmBh_3L6HM/s1600-h/moo+cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sm62OhmqBaI/AAAAAAAAAPY/fEmBh_3L6HM/s320/moo+cow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363424566899770786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get this joke, I understand. MOO COW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8GFnOGPGoOA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8GFnOGPGoOA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if that wasn't good enough I googled something...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sm6z4LkapDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/nTSY9hVNge4/s1600-h/Rukia-DickButt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sm6z4LkapDI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/nTSY9hVNge4/s400/Rukia-DickButt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363421984004416562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put that in your pipe and SUCK IT&lt;br /&gt;- T-lor P-n-d&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-8762222984130673870?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8762222984130673870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-competition-ever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/8762222984130673870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/8762222984130673870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/best-competition-ever.html' title='Best competition ever?'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sm62gHkzyyI/AAAAAAAAAPo/C6GXM735d9o/s72-c/mooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-8169881180410736195</id><published>2009-07-27T02:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T03:12:49.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beardo the weirdo</title><content type='html'>I like being the only guy at work, it has its good and bad points. Its cool in the sense that I get to work with a large number of attractive females, but bad in the sense that they make me do all the heavy work. So far, I would say I have befriended most of the people I work with, and have been given many compliments about how nice I am, but I really start to talk to the people when I'm not doing my real job. I keep getting called for back up, which is when their is more than one person waiting for a register, so I go up to make the lines move faster so the customers will be as happy as I can possibly make them, and then I talk with all the people that walk up to check out, work near me, or I make funny faces at the people at customer service, and they seem to like it.&lt;br /&gt;Every time a customer needs help lifting something ridiculously heavy they call me, every time their is something too high to reach without a ladder they call me, they even make me get carts, and that sucks. Its is too hot outside and I was in the middle of helping someone find their retarded ass salt and pepper shakers dammit. One good thing is that I get to help a lot more than someone who has only one section to stay in, while I get to walk all over the store and see the same people a few times and really make a connection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to help someone find something that they were looking for, when I didn't even know where they were. He asked me, "Do you know where you keep the bed sliders?" In my confusion I said, "heck no, but I have an idea." So while I was on my way to take him to the section where I can do an inventory check, and there they were, right in front of the computer. So I said, "TA-DA!" and he was sincerely thankful. I was so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a guy I work with named Chris, and he has a giant beard, so I have started to call him Beardo the Weirdo. He is apparently in love with this cute girl I work with, who is about half his age, even though he has never spoken a word to her. I believe the nick name works better now that I know all that.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sm1TVisTnuI/AAAAAAAAAPI/LGYXxZIC-Rs/s1600-h/where+is+his+face.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sm1TVisTnuI/AAAAAAAAAPI/LGYXxZIC-Rs/s320/where+is+his+face.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363034360823127778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At about 9 o'clock I went to go eat with my sisters at chili's. It was a normal dinner, but on the way back we stopped at Kroger, where I saw Alec. I went over to talk to him for a while before my sisters came and grabbed me. As soon as I got into the truck they said, "Why is he so small? And he needs a haircut bad." God, I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to Kyle's "challenge" to have a "media off," here are my submissions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dSY-90rwNgE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dSY-90rwNgE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IYnsfV5N2n8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IYnsfV5N2n8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Tom and Jerry tripped me and I was eaten by an alligator&lt;br /&gt;-Dr. Pond, with a PHD in kicking your ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-8169881180410736195?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8169881180410736195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/beardo-weirdo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/8169881180410736195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/8169881180410736195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/beardo-weirdo.html' title='Beardo the weirdo'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sm1TVisTnuI/AAAAAAAAAPI/LGYXxZIC-Rs/s72-c/where+is+his+face.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-5982058524714962203</id><published>2009-07-24T02:10:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T02:51:11.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP DOING THAT!!</title><content type='html'>No, the top of the list will be mine, and no Garcia, Czarnecki, Witmer, Hicks, or even Brewer will stop my quest for top honor.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SmlTjiTOkgI/AAAAAAAAAOw/4g5nYlDJvq0/s1600-h/anger-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SmlTjiTOkgI/AAAAAAAAAOw/4g5nYlDJvq0/s320/anger-m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361908701329265154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is getting annoying, I'm not working enough. Damnit, I work with nice people, and I want to go see them more than 3 times a week. Or at least put me on a register so I can be with the people who like to chat about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I learned my co-workers Scott, Lee, and Jose (a veteran) all watch anime and G4 and basically anything cool, I talked to them for a good two hours today and learned so much about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that probably made Kyle mad, cuz of the whole, he ain't got no job and what not, problem. Fear not though Kyle, for I know of a good job. As I have told the others, hotels need people to work the night shift, so I figure you could go to school during the day, then sleep, then work at the front desk at a hotel, the whole time you're working you could do homework or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(here's something funny Kyle hasn't seen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VHMmhP11nnw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VHMmhP11nnw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am serious about this whole top of the update list thing. I know most of you are blogging out of spite just to see me weep, but I will never break, I am a warrior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you who don't know, I want to get a gym membership. I don't want to be super buff just really tone. I am basing what I want to look like off of Yun from Street Fighter, and if you don't like it you can kiss my lips.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SmlT_o652iI/AAAAAAAAAO4/0dd_tZwYz2M/s1600-h/yun1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SmlT_o652iI/AAAAAAAAAO4/0dd_tZwYz2M/s320/yun1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361909184142629410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SmlUFxo-kUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/sv1L38gX338/s1600-h/yun2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SmlUFxo-kUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/sv1L38gX338/s320/yun2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361909289562575170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;If you want to be happy, be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Taylor Charles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-5982058524714962203?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5982058524714962203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/stop-doing-that_24.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/5982058524714962203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/5982058524714962203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/stop-doing-that_24.html' title='STOP DOING THAT!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SmlTjiTOkgI/AAAAAAAAAOw/4g5nYlDJvq0/s72-c/anger-m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-7011873128847008024</id><published>2009-07-11T02:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T02:22:06.477-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop doing that</title><content type='html'>Ok, now the fight is on. I am blogging right now in order to be on top of the update list, and I swear if you guys blog just to get above me on the list I will ignore you like I do myspace. I am serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is everything changing? I hate it, and I'm sure someone else does too. I wish we were still in school, in a place where we could be together, happy. Everyone is moving away from my reach both physically and emotionally. I want the old days back, the days where we could make plans in a few seconds and everyone would rather drop what their doing to do it. Its like nobody cares about everyone they leave, especially me. I love everyone, and I need constant love from close friends or I will go insane. Please let that threaten you enough to stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to take defensive driving soon. I waited till the last minute and now I don't know if I can get it done in time. I would request off work but the process takes 2 weeks to buffer it's way through our systems. I might as well do the online class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not too long ago, I was at the grocery store buying food and shit. I ended up  in the aisle with the soda and bottled water and stuff, and I notice this  short-ass woman trying her best to reach the off-brand Diet Dr. Cola bullshit  they have on the top shelf (it was on sale, I guess). This lady was struggling  pretty hard, even started climbing on the shelves and shit when I just reached  up and grabbed it, passed it to her and gave her a wink. She thanked me, and I  proceeded to say "No problem, God blessed ME with height!"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What I said was unintentionally fucked up. "I'm tall, you aren't. I can reach  products that you can't - I guess God fucked you on that one, huh?" I mean, it  was supposed to be an innocent joke...you know how sometimes you start saying  something that you slowly start to regret as you progress through the sentence,  and about halfway through it gets a little too late to stop, so you have to  finish what you were saying and sound like a complete jackass? Man, I'm far too  familiar with the flavor of my foot. Or for you UK guys, the flavour of my  foout.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Actually, I think it was the very same day that I was in the cereal aisle,  comparing different boxes of breakfast cereals and trying to decide what to pick  up. Some other, older lady was standing there when I settled on Raisin Bran - I  guess I felt like making someone laugh, so I held up the box like a Raisin Bran  spokesperson and said "MMMM! 2 scoops of raisins in every box!" then smacked my  lips.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That was kinda awkward. She just kinda looked at me with squinty, dagger eyes  and said some shit like "uh huh", then grabbed some flavorless oat cluster shit  for old fucks and just walked away. It's like, hey lady - I just went out of my  way to drop 2 scoops of humor into your life, the least you could do is maybe  crack a smile or...ANYTHING. Don't wuss out on me and walk away like I'm some  piece of shit who isn't worth your precious time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I should stop trying to help and start being the awkward guy who watches people and doesn't move, that would be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-7011873128847008024?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7011873128847008024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/stop-doing-that.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/7011873128847008024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/7011873128847008024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/stop-doing-that.html' title='Stop doing that'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-3744726548781287772</id><published>2009-07-09T02:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T04:37:03.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO! I want to be on top!</title><content type='html'>Everyone having a nice day? Ya That's right, you better be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been working on my cloning machine, and today I thought I made a lot of progress, but unfortunately today was a day for set backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was trying to distribute the gamma rays equally throughout the chamber, a horrible explosion enveloped my beautiful machine sending shattered metal and unknown amounts of radiation throughout my house. I was knocked unconscious, and awoke around 11 with fear for my life's work. My eyes slowly opened and there, standing over me was a perfect copy of me. My mind instantly thought the worst and I knew I was dead. The person standing before me started to move his lips but no words came out. His stomach was growling up a storm so I decided to feed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now he is still eating, but he is almost done. I am typing the down these actions as a form of proof. As far as I can tell he hates clothes, every time I look over at him he has taken something off. I think I will name him Tyler Water, just because I can. Oh god, he found a gun! "where did you get that gun?" (forces me away from the computer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Ayúdeme! él no va a dejar de decir la misma broma de un centenar de veces&lt;br /&gt;(big climactic fight for gun)&lt;br /&gt;(gun shot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. He's gone. Weird how he types in Spanish. I'm not gonna look up what it says I'll leave that to you guys. Now I gotta figure out what to do with a dead...me. Maybe I could sell it to people who cant reach stuff, so they can use him like some kinda extendo-arm. So if anyone wants to buy him, feel free to give me a ring :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your drill is a drill that will pierce the heavens!&lt;br /&gt;-Taylor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-3744726548781287772?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3744726548781287772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-i-want-to-be-on-top.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/3744726548781287772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/3744726548781287772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-i-want-to-be-on-top.html' title='NO! I want to be on top!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-6180780267054319797</id><published>2009-07-04T16:27:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T04:36:50.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I will have top billing!</title><content type='html'>Bad guys seem to be the cool thing now, I mean, just look at Scarface (Al Pacino), Bat-man (Heath Ledger), Spider-man (James Franko and Willem Dafoe), Hannibal (Anthony Hopkins), Star Wars (Who the hell played Darth Vader?), Zoolander (Will Ferrel), The Terminator (Arnold Schwarzenegger), Heroes (Zachary Quinto aka. Sylar), and many more. For some reason it is becoming cooler to be a bad guy, a villain, a hated one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were a bad guy I think I would be something like The Riddler from Bat-man, you know, Jim Carrey. Out for himself, insane, fun loving, all qualities I could posses, but with a scary outfit, scary ha ha not scary oh no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I rule the world, I will start to change things that aren't, necessarily, important. The Olympics will be changed to the bro'Lympics. In the bro'Lympics your only goal is to out-douche the other competitors. Their is no prize for winning, or even losing, everyone is tossed into the ceremonial volcano we light at the beginning of every bro'Lympics in the end. Oh, your country doesn't want to send a competitor, well I just nuked your capital. So their!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how when your dog goes through surgery they have to wear those stupid collars that stop them from getting to their wounds?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SlRIrv0lwnI/AAAAAAAAANw/tMe1TbBAMrM/s1600-h/Elizabethan+Collar.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SlRIrv0lwnI/AAAAAAAAANw/tMe1TbBAMrM/s320/Elizabethan+Collar.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355985773258982002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently those are called Elizabethan Collars. I think that people should wear them too. Not just for the humor of it (but mostly for the humor), but so that people can't do many things after their surgery out of sheer embarrassment for the giant frisbee on their face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could also start to slowly shrink the entire population of the world. Not by killing people and making it drop, but by literally shrinking people to be about five feet. By doing this, I would stop most of the problems that people of my time are faced with. We could lower ceilings, and by doing so we could remove some of the space that people use, meaning more space for others to build new lives. Basketball would be ridiculously more fair if everyone was the same height, of course we would lower the rim, no, no we won't, it will be funnier to see them try to dunk, and miss by a good two feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want sad people in my world either, so I'm thinkin' the amount of happiness you have, based on your release of serotonin for the day, would determine your pay. Did I mention that you don't get paid for working now? If you work, you get a check from my government with varying amounts of currency attached to it. Unfortunately, this method means the happy stay wealthy and the sad stay poor. So I figure, every week we return all the money back to my government and start all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I've had my fun with my world, I think I will retire and start my new business. I will make a web site where I poorly photoshop celebrities. Like so...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SlRYApAhHHI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5fI60DXLhkk/s1600-h/Celebrity-Face-Transplant1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SlRYApAhHHI/AAAAAAAAAN4/5fI60DXLhkk/s320/Celebrity-Face-Transplant1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356002624881630322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SlRYShNdXZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/G0XgaB-4rfo/s1600-h/Celebrity-Face-Transplant6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SlRYShNdXZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/G0XgaB-4rfo/s320/Celebrity-Face-Transplant6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356002932026072466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SlRYVx3mOMI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WG3C_cPMgrA/s1600-h/Celebrity-Face-Transplant7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SlRYVx3mOMI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WG3C_cPMgrA/s320/Celebrity-Face-Transplant7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356002988037388482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SlRYO5VutjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/UKhvPscjby0/s1600-h/Celebrity-Face-Transplant5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SlRYO5VutjI/AAAAAAAAAOY/UKhvPscjby0/s320/Celebrity-Face-Transplant5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356002869783737906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SlRYLZGq9_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TrYhusBM1rk/s1600-h/Celebrity-Face-Transplant4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SlRYLZGq9_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/TrYhusBM1rk/s320/Celebrity-Face-Transplant4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356002809591035890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SlRYIJRRTVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/V7AQhspTGwE/s1600-h/Celebrity-Face-Transplant3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SlRYIJRRTVI/AAAAAAAAAOI/V7AQhspTGwE/s320/Celebrity-Face-Transplant3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356002753800916306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SlRYEFkZV9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/bLagfq_VNYk/s1600-h/Celebrity-Face-Transplant2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SlRYEFkZV9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/bLagfq_VNYk/s320/Celebrity-Face-Transplant2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356002684087916498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't believe we are born to be killers, we walk through the rivers with the hands of our lovers&lt;br /&gt;-Forever Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-6180780267054319797?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6180780267054319797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-will-have-top-billing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/6180780267054319797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/6180780267054319797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-will-have-top-billing.html' title='I will have top billing!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SlRIrv0lwnI/AAAAAAAAANw/tMe1TbBAMrM/s72-c/Elizabethan+Collar.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-1627298299090257163</id><published>2009-07-02T04:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T16:30:23.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>music, gayness, and tattoo ideas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here is a list of music I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(some of you have contributed to the list, but please feel free to comment and tell me what you like along with what you don't like from my list)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers - Higher Ground&lt;br /&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers - By The Way&lt;br /&gt;Alter Bridge - Metalingus&lt;br /&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers - Around the World&lt;br /&gt;Bond - Explosion&lt;br /&gt;Cobra Starship - The City is at War&lt;br /&gt;Martin Solveig - C'est la vie&lt;br /&gt;The Buggles - Video Killed The Radio Star&lt;br /&gt;The Hoosiers - Goodbye Mr A&lt;br /&gt;The BPA &amp;amp; David Byrne - Toe Jam&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead - House of Cards&lt;br /&gt;Santogold, Julian Casablancas, N.E.R.D produced by Pharrell - My Drive Thru&lt;br /&gt;The Bird and The Bee - Again &amp;amp; Again&lt;br /&gt;Justice - Stress&lt;br /&gt;Justice - Genesis&lt;br /&gt;O-Zone - Dragostea Din Tei&lt;br /&gt;Kanye West - Flashing Lights&lt;br /&gt;Chris Cornell - You Know My Name&lt;br /&gt;The Blaqk Year - Prelude of Hearts&lt;br /&gt;Unerwhelmed - Freak /Like Me&lt;br /&gt;Escape The Fate - Situations&lt;br /&gt;Escape The Fate - The Flood&lt;br /&gt;Since October- Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Squeeze - Cool For Cats&lt;br /&gt;The Buggles - Video Killed The Radio Star&lt;br /&gt;Our Lady Peace - Somewhere Out There&lt;br /&gt;Our Lady Peace - Innocent&lt;br /&gt;Trapt - Contagious&lt;br /&gt;Rob Thomas - Little Wonders&lt;br /&gt;Rob Thomas - Her Diamonds&lt;br /&gt;Nickelback - If today was your last day&lt;br /&gt;David Cook - Come Back To Me&lt;br /&gt;Nightcore - Dam Dadi Doo&lt;br /&gt;SafetySuit - Stay&lt;br /&gt;SafetySuit - Someone Like You&lt;br /&gt;Jet Black Stare - Ready To Roll&lt;br /&gt;Anthrax - Madhouse&lt;br /&gt;Parachute - She is Love&lt;br /&gt;The Fray - Never Say Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;12 Stones - World so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance - In The Cold&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance - Different&lt;br /&gt;Powerman 5000 - Nobody's Real&lt;br /&gt;Powerman 5000 - Bombshell&lt;br /&gt;Powerman 5000 - When Worlds Collide&lt;br /&gt;Bowling For Soup - Girl All The Bad Guys Want&lt;br /&gt;The Feeling - Sewn&lt;br /&gt;Imogen Heap - Hide and Seek&lt;br /&gt;The Ramus - In the shadow&lt;br /&gt;Sum 41 - With Me&lt;br /&gt;Sum 41 - The Hell Song&lt;br /&gt;Sum 41 - Still Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Sum 41 - Underclass Hero&lt;br /&gt;Sum 41 - Motivation&lt;br /&gt;Kid Cudi - Day N' Night (Crookers remix)&lt;br /&gt;Queen - Flash&lt;br /&gt;Theory of a Deadman - Hate my Life&lt;br /&gt;Theory Of A Deadman - Not Meant To Be&lt;br /&gt;The Last Goodnight - Pictures of You&lt;br /&gt;Relient K - Must Have Done Something Right&lt;br /&gt;Michael Jackson - Stranger In Moscow&lt;br /&gt;MGMT - Weekend Wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the Gay List(list of people I would be gay for):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SjXosZfRM5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/apbgBGNm47U/s1600-h/ryan-reynolds-1126-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SjXosZfRM5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/apbgBGNm47U/s320/ryan-reynolds-1126-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347435982026257298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan Reynolds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; - Do yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;u know how hard it is to get a picture of thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;s guy w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; shirt on? Ridiculously ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;rd. I don't like him for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;the muscles, but for the sheer perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;hat is his face. Plus, he is soooo cool, I would s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;o be his best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SjXrLgc9aAI/AAAAAAAAALA/Omxug7sdJOI/s1600-h/BradleyCooper1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SjXrLgc9aAI/AAAAAAAAALA/Omxug7sdJOI/s320/BradleyCooper1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347438715494819842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bradley Coo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;per&lt;/span&gt; - Just lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ok at this guy. I only wish I could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;have facial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;hair like that. I heard he is gon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;na be in the new A-team movie, as face man, the guy who is good at spying and camouflage and shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SjXvVYHhonI/AAAAAAAAALI/FpG2-23atVk/s1600-h/anthony-kiedis-chest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SjXvVYHhonI/AAAAAAAAALI/FpG2-23atVk/s320/anthony-kiedis-chest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347443283102638706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anthony Kiedis&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The lead singer of The Red Hot Chili Peppers, and all around bad ass. While reading his biography I learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; that his childhood was r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;eally fucked up, he s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;houldn't be alive. He has a giant tat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;too along his back f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;or extra kick-assness when he need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;s it. Maybe the whole "should be dead" thing is the reason he is so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SkCZ2eD5qaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/doGefAQPEyk/s1600-h/sam+elliott.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SkCZ2eD5qaI/AAAAAAAAALQ/doGefAQPEyk/s320/sam+elliott.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350445518377560482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sam Elliot&lt;/span&gt; - The original "Guy with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; a cool voice". Besides b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;eing in countless movies, he has the whitest hair and darkest eyebrows ever. If he can be this cool being s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;o old and so...eyebrows, than I can do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SknUd-SBemI/AAAAAAAAALo/uO1G3KfLOWY/s1600-h/kevin-jonas-bday-msg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SknUd-SBemI/AAAAAAAAALo/uO1G3KfLOWY/s320/kevin-jonas-bday-msg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353043243506432610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kevin Jonas&lt;/span&gt; - Being the ugliest of the Jonas brothers must be hard, knowing that ev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;erybody would rather dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; hump you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;r cuter brothers than touch you with a ten foot pole. For some reason, him being so unattractive just makes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;me want to get all up in that god awful fro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lastly, here is some tat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Skxqpn7Ds3I/AAAAAAAAANo/sTL1QVEB2x4/s1600-h/tattoo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Skxqpn7Ds3I/AAAAAAAAANo/sTL1QVEB2x4/s320/tattoo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353771320360547186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SkxoBzJxQMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/o1EqTU6gcxA/s1600-h/tattoo11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SkxoBzJxQMI/AAAAAAAAAMA/o1EqTU6gcxA/s320/tattoo11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353768437157019842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SkxqTsYWLCI/AAAAAAAAANg/p7_AKrvcnLY/s1600-h/tattoo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SkxqTsYWLCI/AAAAAAAAANg/p7_AKrvcnLY/s320/tattoo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353770943600012322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SkxoNkU-sRI/AAAAAAAAAMI/am3Hi6pBYTI/s1600-h/tattoo10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SkxoNkU-sRI/AAAAAAAAAMI/am3Hi6pBYTI/s320/tattoo10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353768639335936274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s I ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SkxotDzz9PI/AAAAAAAAAMg/9McJyByDSxg/s1600-h/tattoo8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SkxotDzz9PI/AAAAAAAAAMg/9McJyByDSxg/s320/tattoo8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353769180362700018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Skxo-5cHroI/AAAAAAAAAMo/UXNaJv9Q5cE/s1600-h/tattoo7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Skxo-5cHroI/AAAAAAAAAMo/UXNaJv9Q5cE/s320/tattoo7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353769486816620162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;been lookin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SkxoeSmlE-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/0tx4ImLDK7k/s1600-h/tattoo9.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SkxoeSmlE-I/AAAAAAAAAMY/0tx4ImLDK7k/s400/tattoo9.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353768926635693026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;g a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SkxqEi7MP0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/4CmLJN2BWQk/s1600-h/tattoo3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SkxqEi7MP0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/4CmLJN2BWQk/s320/tattoo3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353770683363770178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SkxpsL0CPyI/AAAAAAAAANA/W0cID3mVO9E/s1600-h/tattoo4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SkxpsL0CPyI/AAAAAAAAANA/W0cID3mVO9E/s320/tattoo4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353770264842878754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SkxpeVsbcsI/AAAAAAAAAM4/iuhQ8w0Qf1E/s1600-h/tattoo5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SkxpeVsbcsI/AAAAAAAAAM4/iuhQ8w0Qf1E/s320/tattoo5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353770026977161922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SkxpNEL21EI/AAAAAAAAAMw/0sFI9h_-hNY/s1600-h/tattoo6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SkxpNEL21EI/AAAAAAAAAMw/0sFI9h_-hNY/s320/tattoo6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353769730219365442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Skxnu1NFGlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YSNJ4J3IBzc/s1600-h/tattoo12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Skxnu1NFGlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/YSNJ4J3IBzc/s320/tattoo12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353768111290260050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Skxnd4dSbiI/AAAAAAAAALw/LeA3pu-FB6I/s1600-h/tattoo13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Skxnd4dSbiI/AAAAAAAAALw/LeA3pu-FB6I/s320/tattoo13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353767820105772578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-1627298299090257163?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1627298299090257163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-gayness-and-tattoo-ideas.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/1627298299090257163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/1627298299090257163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/music-gayness-and-tattoo-ideas.html' title='music, gayness, and tattoo ideas'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SjXosZfRM5I/AAAAAAAAAKw/apbgBGNm47U/s72-c/ryan-reynolds-1126-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-8109233102308590387</id><published>2009-06-14T03:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T02:31:44.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Staple remover</title><content type='html'>Well I guess I have alot to say because of the lack of posts in a while, and I guess most of this goes to Kyle because I think everyone else is tired of me talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a good life compared to most, I mean, I hear about people that would rather ruin their lives with fantasy than live with what they have. Maybe it's the stupidity speaking but I love what I am, and I would never change. It's easy to see the better side of things when your dumb, you can write the word "smile" on your hand and be happy for the rest of the day. What do I know, if I had things my way everything would be one big joke wrapped in a big sexy sandwich. But enough of the theories, lets talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was working with a guy named Lee, a nice guy, very talkative, but not so bright. Throughout the day him and I had been talking about little things like life, love, cars, the navy, and tattoos. When my manager Scott came over to help us with today's work load we really hit it off, we became friends fairly quickly because he's basically a child at heart. He had me moving alot of heavy things up and down ladders and deliver various things to different aisles and put them in their various places. While I was putting up a certain set of pillows she walked over to me to straighten something up, so I ask her "do you know what I should do with these pillows?" She responded in the most beautiful voice I have ever heard, and said "If there's only two of them I can find a place for 'em." I thanked her and walked away but her grayblue eyes stuck with me. I walked back to Lee star struck, "I'm gonna try for her", was the only thought I had on my way back to Lee. We worked for a while longer, helping customers and putting large boxes in high places, untill 12. When we went on break, at about 12:30, he told me about his tattoos and his time in the Navy. He showed me a few tattoos and each one had a story. He has a tiger on his shoulder that he got from a drug head in Australia, the guy was popping quaaludes while doing it. He had a tattoo of Popeye on his left shoulder with the words, "Love what you have" written under it. A beautiful thought, but not when you learn it was in commemoration of his first prostitute, which was in the Philipines. After all the talk, Scott told us that Billy Mays died, "oh no," I said sarcastically. We continued to work, untill we finished all the projects that we had to do, so they said I could go. "Great", I thought to myself, "lets go clock out", and a smile ripped through my face, and I was grinning ear to ear before I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't work again till freeday (lol), but when I do, I'll be on the register again, so I get to talk to  people and have fun, but when am I not having fun, honestly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am also trying to read more of book about Anthony Keidis so that Alec doesn't start to compare me to him with that stupid "Oh,  a good ways into a book is half the book for me" shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been using blogger as a notepad for my music, I have a 50 song list of music I want along with the gay list on a separate post that will neve&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Skhen8NTX3I/AAAAAAAAALY/W82ub7rRi7E/s1600-h/cat+hippo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Skhen8NTX3I/AAAAAAAAALY/W82ub7rRi7E/s320/cat+hippo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352632197399666546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r be show&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SkhevHnyKOI/AAAAAAAAALg/yDr2c6qN16k/s1600-h/cat-computer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SkhevHnyKOI/AAAAAAAAALg/yDr2c6qN16k/s320/cat-computer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352632320722610402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n...ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know, you can put the word "cat" and any word and you will get what you want, people love to do shit with their cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OoOoOoO what 'cha saaaay, mmmm that you only ment weeeell, well of cource you did&lt;br /&gt;-Taylor, with love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-8109233102308590387?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8109233102308590387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/staple-remover.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/8109233102308590387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/8109233102308590387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/staple-remover.html' title='Staple remover'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Skhen8NTX3I/AAAAAAAAALY/W82ub7rRi7E/s72-c/cat+hippo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-8794859814113660515</id><published>2009-06-10T03:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T03:07:39.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sooooo racist</title><content type='html'>If you dont find this racist then you are looking for trabajo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;div#main{overflow:visible;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #d53000; text-align:center;vertical-align: middle;width:425px;z-index:500;overflow:visible"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adultswim.com/video/index.html" style="display:block;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.adultswim.com/video/embeded_header.jpg" alt="" width="425" height="30" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.adultswim.com/video/vplayer/index.html"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.adultswim.com/video/vplayer/index.html"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="id=8a250aae219b60f101219c57efc7000b"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.adultswim.com/video/vplayer/index.html" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=8a250aae219b60f101219c57efc7000b" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy day everyone :3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-8794859814113660515?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8794859814113660515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/sooooo-racist.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/8794859814113660515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/8794859814113660515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/sooooo-racist.html' title='sooooo racist'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-9090809445260641226</id><published>2009-06-04T02:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T03:11:38.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets talk</title><content type='html'>Today Kelsi, a friend of mine who sits next to me during the graduation, was talking to one of her friends behind her. She said, "OK I walked. I am a graduate." Her friend responded with, "I been school'n fo 4 years, I betta damn well graduated." Kelsi Jokingly said, "what's graduated?"&lt;br /&gt;Now I cant stop thinking about it. It was one stupid statement, and now all I can think about is those two words, "whats graduated?" This whole day, stuck in the back of my head has been her voice asking that stupid question with smile. A smile, for Christ's sake. What was so easy for her to joke about has torn me limb from limb.&lt;br /&gt;As I see it there are two ways to look at it, graduation as in the last four years of school, or the act itself. The act itself is seems kinda juvenile, parading yourself in front of your family, seems like something we shouldn't be commended for, its only high school, just a pat on the back and a so long to old friends is the only thing we need and instead we get a huge ceremony. Pointless. Not saying I'm not grateful, just, why?&lt;br /&gt;And second, the last 4 years. Everyone is making it out to be the saddest thing in the world, but honestly I am so happy. I'm happy that Kyle got into a good college, and that Alec is gonna be just as happy as any of us when he goes to ACC, you cant be mad or sad, we're to young.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-9090809445260641226?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/9090809445260641226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-talk.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/9090809445260641226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/9090809445260641226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/lets-talk.html' title='Lets talk'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-7504137770849795840</id><published>2009-06-01T22:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T02:29:45.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>now that school is over</title><content type='html'>They say that after high school your life really begins. Well I say screw that. My life began as soon as I realized that everyone is a potential...anything. People can be enemies, friends, loves, neighbors, and yourself. What makes these people so great is that you haven't met them yet, haven't shared their jokes, loved what they've loved, and been close to them in there hardest times.&lt;br /&gt;Is it to much to ask if I can make you the center of my world? The reason I live, the place I return to, now that I think of it, ya it kinda is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets get to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was filling out my application for Bed Bath and Beyond (I will refer to it as BBB from now on) I found myself thinking, "don't think about things that are unnecessary." But you know me, I am a fool for reverse psychology. So as I sat there with a blank expression on my face, pen in my hand, I turned to the dark side. I asked myself one question, "If I had one week to live, I'd..." That's it! The only thing on my mind for half an hour was that statement. I kept thinking "SHUT UP! FILL THIS DAMN THING OUT," but as I touched the pen to the yellow parchment, my brain drifted into a catatonic state. (Catatonic is my favorite word...ever)&lt;br /&gt;With one week left, the things on my list are things that, without the constraint, I might never do. First I thought of People, the sad things, and the imaginary grief. But as a large group of homosexual men walked into the store, I couldn't stop myself from laughing. So there I was, chuckling to myself, looking like an idiot, in front of what I hope to be my future co-workers.&lt;br /&gt;My sadness had died away, just like their ability to be strait, and I began to think of the positives. The fact that I would miss my friends more than I was scared of dying hit me first, in a wave of realization. No offense, but I don't think I would tell any of you if I were dying, its such a bummer. I guess I would play it off, have a few parties, live it up while still being close to the people I would lose. "No! Stop what your doing and turn this stupid paper into the lady up at the desk." I thought quietly to myself. Those destructive thoughts are ruining the way I look in front of these people that have no idea who I am, other than, I want a job. That's when I realized it. You can't keep safe what wants to break. I didn't really want the job, not for the conventional reasons anyway. I don't want things to change. I don't want to lose the bliss and happiness that I have in my boring lifestyle, why should I change what isn't broken. I don't know, I'm a cog in the machine, gotta do what you gotta do, and all that BS. Whatever makes me sleep through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SiTGo-d2iYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ApHr9Gvz504/s1600-h/shoot+the+woop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SiTGo-d2iYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ApHr9Gvz504/s400/shoot+the+woop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342613465233525122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SiTGgkkzEII/AAAAAAAAAKg/C6b3KfjpiQo/s1600-h/awsm+face.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SiTGgkkzEII/AAAAAAAAAKg/C6b3KfjpiQo/s320/awsm+face.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342613320844382338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we can all become best friends&lt;br /&gt;-Taylor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-7504137770849795840?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7504137770849795840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-that-school-is-over.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/7504137770849795840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/7504137770849795840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-that-school-is-over.html' title='now that school is over'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SiTGo-d2iYI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ApHr9Gvz504/s72-c/shoot+the+woop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-1100943455933145689</id><published>2009-05-29T01:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T03:32:22.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I got in an accident</title><content type='html'>Today was Lisa's birthday. Happy birthday Lisa. As a group,we decided that we were going to take her to Pei wei and eat, as sort of a "go out with the buds, birthday lunch" kinda thing, but first we would go to Jason's to meet up and take one vehicle. A good plan, except for the unexpected. I backed into some woman named Amy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened like this, I was on my way to Jason's, listening to music, like always, when I came to an intersection. Just like any normal intersection, except the light had just changed so I knew I would be there for a little while. As always, I tried to be as bad ass as possible, so I sat up strait and sang along with the music...I'm so weird. As other cars pulled up around me I continued to wait for the light. The light turned green, as all traffic lights do, and I began to drive, but before I was even a yard from the line, some guy in a blue Honda something or other came barreling through the intersection while he had a red light. We almost collided, but we both slammed on our brakes and avoided the impact by less than a foot. Like an idiot, I start to back up in fear. No, I didn't look in my rear view mirror, and yes, I should of just gone strait and let that ass hole figure out what he is gonna do in the middle of the intersection. I continued to back up to give him room to get by until *BLAM* I hit the car behind me. I entered into a rage, fear, and frustration hurricane as the guy drove passed me and the problem I had just created for myself. I stuck my head out of my window to see what the female driver of the other vehicle was doing. I saw her getting out of her minivan and talking on the phone, very angrily. I was greeted with a flurry of anger and cursing, while her children sat in the car listening to everything she said. I did nothing but appologise countless times and look pathetic. She was talking on the phone to her husband who, like her, was mad.&lt;br /&gt;I really couldn't see any damage to her car or mine. I guess because my bumper is rubber it had little to no damage to her car.&lt;br /&gt;She called the police. "kill me please," I thought to myself as she delivered the news to the police. They told us to move our little parade of pain to the closest appartment complex, yay.&lt;br /&gt;We talked for a while as we waited for the cops, and it turned out that she was pretty cool, and her kids were nice.&lt;br /&gt;Then the cop drove in, and it was back to business. Fortunately the cop was a nice guy, and was on my side. He said that it would be a really bad idea to file a report or even do anything more than exchange information.&lt;br /&gt;With the cop's vote of confidence, she released me from her grasp and we both returned to our lives.&lt;br /&gt;I was off to go to Lisa's birthday get together, where I had a spectacular tume, even though I had caused them to wait an hour and thirty minutes for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant get it out of my head though, every scene is smashing its way to the front of my thoughts, every emotion I felt is rushing through my whole body, giving me this horable feeling in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just so that this one isn't so serious, here ya go, this maybe the funniest thing i've seen in a good while:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="464" height="338"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://customembed.break.com/NzIwNjUy/MjA0NTg2Mw=="&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://customembed.break.com/NzIwNjUy/MjA0NTg2Mw==" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="464" height="338"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-1100943455933145689?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1100943455933145689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got-in-accident.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/1100943455933145689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/1100943455933145689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-got-in-accident.html' title='I got in an accident'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-6843905513474587275</id><published>2009-05-23T23:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T04:31:14.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I found a hat</title><content type='html'>As a fan of Greek mythology I usually jump at the opportunity to talk about it, but Jason's mother's homework is the dumbest crap I have ever seen. Not a single question made any sense! I will never be able to answer any of those questions regardless of what actions I take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my parents brought me a monster energy shirt. Normally I wouldn't dare wear it in public but it actually looks pretty good, so maybe I will wear it to a formal occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was after Kyle, Grace, and I went and saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Love You Man&lt;/span&gt;. Jason met up with us a little bit before the movie started. All in all it was a great movie and I would be happy to watch it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I totally forgot, I found a hat the other day, literally found a hat in the street. It was in the intersection of Fife and Bay Area Blvd. I know its disgusting to wear other people's hats, but it is such a cool hat, probably 50 dollars. I have washed it extensively and I hope to be able to wear it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their was a Benny Benassi concert at Bar Rio (its a play on words, Bar Rio sounds like barrio (roll the R's) that's a Spanish word for the slums, like the hood) the other night and my parents told me I couldn't go. That sucks! Jason said it was really fun, and it would of been a perfect time to make a few friends, meet new people, and maybe get psycho. Theirs gonna be another concert of that magnitude on the 25th of June, so I'm hoping with a little heads up they might let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've begun to notice that I cant remember large portions of my life, and I'm scared. Its almost as if my brain didn't want me to remember so it just deleated all of it. Everthing is blank, and the only thing I can remember are uninfluential memories, things like games, names (no faces), and areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how everyone else is dealing with this graduation thing. Not the whole "yay we're graduating" part, the "everyone I know and love will leave and I may never see any of them again" part. It is aweful to think that some people can just dissapear from your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna put up 2 vids tonight, both made by me. The first is the recent paper towns book trailer I had to make for my english class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V7uf-YkZ99E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V7uf-YkZ99E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is the video for the Ninja Pill, a fictional product made for my speech class. Mind that it was made in my junior year so production value is pretty low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H3O5iVtu3Co&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H3O5iVtu3Co&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy&lt;br /&gt;-Taylor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-6843905513474587275?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6843905513474587275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-found-hat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/6843905513474587275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/6843905513474587275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-found-hat.html' title='I found a hat'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-347314539281333362</id><published>2009-05-18T01:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T03:53:47.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant remember anything!!!</title><content type='html'>CRAP!!! I have saved up all this stuff to blog about but I cant remember any of it.&lt;br /&gt;I had all this insightful and beautiful thoughts lined up for this very occasion but I am to stupid to remember anything. I posted a week ago and now all I can remember is what happened today and yesterday at Josh's party (he is a junior friend of mine, you probably don't know him). Fine, I guess i can write about dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a recurring nightmare, nothing too bad, but maybe I'm underestimating what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake on a normal day to notice this iron bar lodged through my hand, no pain, no blood, just a quarter sized foot long bar breaking through my hand. I ask my parents and my sisters, but they dont see anything, like i'm the only one who can see it. I head off to school thinking that their is just a problem in my head and I will get over it.&lt;br /&gt;To keep the fear in my mind the dream skips my morning up until school starts.&lt;br /&gt;As my friends, the ones closest to me, come over to me I ask about the bar in my hand but no one can see it. Suddenly and without warning, the metal starts to grow longer, the pain on my end is excruciating, enough to take me to my knees.&lt;br /&gt;If only that were the end.&lt;br /&gt;The metal snakes through the air and "stings" each person within a 10 yard raidous of me. I say its a sting but it is really more of a weave, it pierces the flesh and moves through the skin and then on to the next person. As it finishes working its way through my friends, it retracts into me returning to my hand in the same way it was when I woke up that morning. In the place where the Iron pierced their hands it leaves something that looks like this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/ShENPS77toI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PyIFF8lwE7w/s1600-h/black_flag_bars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/ShENPS77toI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PyIFF8lwE7w/s200/black_flag_bars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337061589843162754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But still no one can see the new brand on their skin or the bar in my hand. The whole day continues in the same way with my friends being stricken with these invisible lines, and me in pain. Everyone I am close to is touched by the darkness, but because no one can see it I just let it slide and go to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I am stupid in my dreams. "SEE A DOCTOR YOU IDIOT"&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, in the morning, its gone. Happiness fills my body and my life returns to normal, except when I go to school. Everyone the metal had bit and left that mark on, the mark grew. It looks like tree branches, how they randomly weave through the recipients skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/ShESY1-athI/AAAAAAAAAJw/v5rzgC2-iHg/s1600-h/mask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/ShESY1-athI/AAAAAAAAAJw/v5rzgC2-iHg/s200/mask.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337067251425785362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But still, no one can see. So I ignore, and it grows. Until the darkness overtakes the person's heart and they die. One by one the closest people to me fall into darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone got any thoughts? I would tell ya mine but I'm afraid it would make me sound                                              egocentric, so sweet dreams to you all.&lt;br /&gt;-Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a class="theColor" href="http://thesaurus.reference.com/browse/egocentric"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-347314539281333362?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/347314539281333362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-remember-anything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/347314539281333362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/347314539281333362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-cant-remember-anything.html' title='I cant remember anything!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/ShENPS77toI/AAAAAAAAAJo/PyIFF8lwE7w/s72-c/black_flag_bars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-3983547203343187355</id><published>2009-05-13T01:13:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:32:11.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow</title><content type='html'>I favorited Mr. Brewer's blog about his kid. I'm a little concerned about that though, I don't want him to think I'm stalking him or anything, that would be weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, lets talk about some stuff and junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: my heroes, drake and josh&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SgpnAohipBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UVus0kQ9VG0/s1600-h/drake-and-josh-bell-peck-300-032707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SgpnAohipBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UVus0kQ9VG0/s320/drake-and-josh-bell-peck-300-032707.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335189969149535250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Honestly I saw this picture and thought what a weird thing to focus a blog on...so here you go. I have never watched their show, nor have I ever seen them outside of a commercial, but look at them, they are so...never mind. The more I look at them the more I hate them. I should get my own show on Nickelodeon. I will call it $90 Brownies. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just something to get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the watchers attention&lt;/span&gt;. It will be about two guys and there ability to find trouble in the strangest of places. Episode one, they find a dog, turns out the dog is a genius so they use it to make some money, but no dice, the dog goes rabid and it has to be put down. Wow that was awful, maybe the dog just runs away, the other thing was a little to mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second: why is this the best picture ever? Its just a dog eating a sprinkler, but for some reason &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SgpuTJJFftI/AAAAAAAAAJI/nHA97JqY-HI/s1600-h/dog_and_sprinkler-758x370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SgpuTJJFftI/AAAAAAAAAJI/nHA97JqY-HI/s320/dog_and_sprinkler-758x370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335197983724371666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when I look at it and I put words to what the dog is doing. He is about to go on a hot date, but he realizes that he has bad breath, so he finds the Ultimate bacteria destroyer(patent pending). If I had a dog I might train him to attack weird things, like, fruit that falls from trees, fish, and bottles of water. His name would be Kitty, so I could confuse people when they see my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally:If this picture is the coolest thing in the world raise your hands. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SgpyyND8ahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/x37Es3EnmbA/s1600-h/he+man+as+santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SgpyyND8ahI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/x37Es3EnmbA/s320/he+man+as+santa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335202915399002642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As far as I can tell its He-man as Santa. That would be the best Christmas ever! Whats that you want a new bike, no you get Skeletor's head.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sgp1o6LfWNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/adD73f8CmBw/s1600-h/Skeletor+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sgp1o6LfWNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/adD73f8CmBw/s200/Skeletor+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335206054246439122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BY THE POWER OF NORTHPOLE!!! I HAVE THE PRESENTS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-3983547203343187355?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3983547203343187355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/meow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/3983547203343187355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/3983547203343187355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/meow.html' title='Meow'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SgpnAohipBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UVus0kQ9VG0/s72-c/drake-and-josh-bell-peck-300-032707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-152930030783735354</id><published>2009-05-09T03:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T03:28:57.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>today might of been the best day ever</title><content type='html'>It starts with me turning in my research project. It was originally due Thursday, but she extended the deadline by 17 hours just for me. Finally that's out of the way, and I can go back to my slacker ways of receiving an education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Kyle, Lisa, and I went to Jason's house. Lisa and Kyle left soon after to do things, but in about 10 minutes Grace came over, wanting help on her commercial for speech. Jason had already agreed to help, but she didn't have the cord to hook it up to the computer. We decicied to go to Best Buy to buy the cord, on the way there I held the camera and played around with it, and we bought the cord. We returned to Jason's only to discover that, in my playing with the camera, I had recorded over her actual pre-recorded project. I totally deserved the punishment she decided to give me, remaking the whole movie...but funny. We made a hilarious movie and I'm sure Jason will post it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Chili's, and stayed there for a good 3 hours. I got to meet Trey, or as I like to call him Face Beard. Sean was really nice to me today. I don't know if I changed or he changed but I think we are over the hating eachother thing. After Chili's then we went to sprinkles and played videogames and air hockey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was Sean's house, and I was very suprised by how nice his house was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home late but didn't get into trouble, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is more to the day but I went through the focal pionts for you, love you all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-152930030783735354?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/152930030783735354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-might-of-been-best-day-ever.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/152930030783735354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/152930030783735354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/today-might-of-been-best-day-ever.html' title='today might of been the best day ever'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-5639684905114283248</id><published>2009-05-08T03:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T03:13:53.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>here ya go, chuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*MTc2NjY5NzIwNyZwdD*xMjQxNzY2NzIxNDM2JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmdD*mbz*4YzFkZWNiMjkxNjc*ODZjYTQ*MTA3NjM2NWE*OTEzYiZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 480px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://feed305.photobucket.com/flash/rss_slideshow.swf?rssFeed=http%3A%2F%2Ffeed305.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fnn223%2Ftpond1990%2Ffeed.rss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="480" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;a href="http://s305.photobucket.com/albums/nn223/tpond1990/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/share/icons/embed/btn_viewall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay here are the pics, plz just click view all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-5639684905114283248?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5639684905114283248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/5639684905114283248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/5639684905114283248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='here ya go, chuck'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-3212815065875197876</id><published>2009-05-05T16:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:35:21.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Talked about this today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/iron%20chef" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll109/KrautKommando/apple.gif" alt="Iron Chef Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the grand chairman Kaga from iron chef, isn't he cool? If I were him I would eat peppers all day long. While your watching him eat just say, "nom nom nom nom nom"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell ya I dont have to go to court tomorrow, thats McAwesome (I really like that name, maybe I should change my middle name from Charles to McAwesome). I went to the courthouse early today and told them I would do defenceive driving, for $109 (shpoople)!!!! It was weird, I arrived at the court house, and there was a guy at the teller window, who was obviously angry with the teller, but tried to surpress his rage. I took a seat on the bench near the wall, it was made of greass, I slid all over the place. After I got my things together and settled I was on my way out and I noticed that their was a guy in a sonic uniform. He wasn't too interesting, exept for the crappy condition of his...everything, everything was wrong with this individual, he might of been high. I laughed as I thought of the possible conversation he had with the teller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy: I'm here to pay for this ticket&lt;br /&gt;teller: That will be $100&lt;br /&gt;guy: Want to know what I did?&lt;br /&gt;teller: No!&lt;br /&gt;guy: I made icecream out of my pee&lt;br /&gt;teller: And you gave it to a customer?&lt;br /&gt;guy: No, I ate it.&lt;br /&gt;teller: ...&lt;br /&gt;guy: (winks at her)&lt;br /&gt;teller: $90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a camera!!!! Its white and cool and awesome. I really wanted it because I was tired of having all of these awesome memories and nothing to go with them, so picture world here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two vids today, I was searching the youtubs when I found these, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fad6eZTDikA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Fad6eZTDikA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cS46WpexBJ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cS46WpexBJ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-3212815065875197876?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3212815065875197876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/talked-about-this-today.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/3212815065875197876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/3212815065875197876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/talked-about-this-today.html' title='Talked about this today!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-2897410276418852105</id><published>2009-05-02T21:41:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T20:09:32.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mouse trap</title><content type='html'>UGH I feel down in the dumps today. Lets think of the positives:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leet speak-its good to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eye lids-blinking is fun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boogers-they keep crap out of your nose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aflac-ask about it at work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being older than most of your friends-um...I can buy beer before they can?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sneezing-If you try to suppress it, it can kill you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Running-I love the feeling of wind on my face, and flying over the ground&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A time limit-motivation to do what needs to be done&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A reputation-lets people know who you are, without knowing anything but your name&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People-what else is there?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freddie Mercury-when you need to catch a cat he will be there&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sf4WNPQOCFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qzoDIhziwgY/s1600-h/freddie_mercury_67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sf4WNPQOCFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qzoDIhziwgY/s400/freddie_mercury_67.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331723425541916754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thumbs-one thing that makes me better than a giraffe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hugs-just a touch, and your day is better&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Licking the spoon-a view of things to come&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is boring, why am I doing this again? No one cares about sad stuff. If you made it this far props to you, cuz I'm being a whiny baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ever happened to zordon, you know, the leader of the power rangers? Did he die? Can he die? Did they cancel the show or is it still going? I think we should remake the power rangers. It was awesome as a child, so I think if we redid it now it would be amazing. We could have it be just like a soap opera, but with more action and an audience that carried over from their youth. I'm just saying that might be something awe-inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad just found his dad's death certificate. How awful is that, that you receive a certificate of birth, education, marriage, and death, and that's your life, all of it. Just makes ya feel so insignificant, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so early, why am I still at home? I should be out living it up, enjoying my youth, and doing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;-Taylor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-2897410276418852105?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2897410276418852105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/mouse-trap.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/2897410276418852105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/2897410276418852105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/mouse-trap.html' title='Mouse trap'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sf4WNPQOCFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/qzoDIhziwgY/s72-c/freddie_mercury_67.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-1956415321197737825</id><published>2009-05-01T02:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T02:59:47.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OK I'm A failure</title><content type='html'>Why am I blogging? I need to work on my english project, but i'm soooo damn good at procrastinating. I even did a "which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; character are you" quiz, just to waste time. I had no Idea what most of the questions ment, I am an idiot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sfqb2dWKrbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/kmDSxS0Ud5U/s1600-h/donkey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sfqb2dWKrbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/kmDSxS0Ud5U/s400/donkey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330744468839247282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle, Here!!! Draw this for Chase!!! His name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIBLE MAN,&lt;/span&gt; the sworn protector of bibl-ey&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;stuff. He is my favorite superhero.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sfqbxw0xYFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oCzIB3aZ7cE/s1600-h/Meet_Bibleman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sfqbxw0xYFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oCzIB3aZ7cE/s400/Meet_Bibleman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330744388168540242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, everyone who reads this, these blogs have been losing their purpose as of late, but I swear when I get time I will make someting beautiful for you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0366f0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0366f0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0366f0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;May your heart be as pure as crystal, your intellect as luminous as the sun, your soul, as vast as the Universe.(The people who wrote the Bible 495)&lt;br /&gt;-Taylor "Two Shakes" P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-1956415321197737825?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1956415321197737825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok-im-failure.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/1956415321197737825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/1956415321197737825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/ok-im-failure.html' title='OK I&apos;m A failure'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sfqb2dWKrbI/AAAAAAAAAIo/kmDSxS0Ud5U/s72-c/donkey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-4331468057789717095</id><published>2009-04-30T02:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T02:57:31.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS ISN'T REAL</title><content type='html'>Not much I wish to share, this fine night. If I must though. For I shall reveal to thee the art that plays through my mind, the music that cant escape the core of my brain for long enough to even type a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OMHxmt0hUTA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OMHxmt0hUTA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bIEOZCcaXzE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bIEOZCcaXzE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JoZJqcZotys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JoZJqcZotys&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0366f0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0366f0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the happy heart a joyful smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Taylor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-4331468057789717095?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4331468057789717095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-isnt-real.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/4331468057789717095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/4331468057789717095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-isnt-real.html' title='THIS ISN&apos;T REAL'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-1092775299733092670</id><published>2009-04-29T01:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T02:44:35.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>, and hamster farts</title><content type='html'>Hello my name is Indigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sffpd09g_WI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ZreqFycDZjQ/s1600-h/indigo_montoya_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sffpd09g_WI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ZreqFycDZjQ/s400/indigo_montoya_1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329985382658407778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to do a Lisa type opening on this one, I really wanted to stare at...Mustache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you guys but I feel like I have been a horrible person as of late. I cant exactly explain why, maybe the day-to-day abuse by C-N-O, or the futile efforts to regain some respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! My parents are pressuring me to say this at least once, VOTE FOR CHARLES POND. I got to vote today for the first time...for my father. Not something you brag to your children about. If you find your way to Clearbrook between 7am and 7pm please vote for my dad, so far in the 5 days of voting only 30 people have voted, we need your vote. There! You happy dad!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to hook Kyle up with BM now, at first it was a joke, but that would be awesome. They get married and foster 2 mixed breed abominations, whose only skills are to paint and draw. Did I mention they're mute? Kyle tried to feed them paint, and it worked for a while, in fact it gave them superpowers, but it turned their voice boxes to saw dust. The first child's name  is "Kyle the second", and the second, a daughter, her name is "Sylvia". Wow that is a beautiful name, her nick name could be c.c. (see see) because Sylvia sounds like it starts with a C and Kyle's last name starts with a C, damn I'm good, that's nice, your welcome Kyle. The family lives in Montana, where BM sells most of her work, and Kyle makes movies...with us. This whole story we created turns into this giant deal and we stay friends forever. In my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having mixed feelings about Jason right now. I don't know weather to dig into his soul, or stay in a blissful unawareness of the labyrinth that is his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of my 3 sisters have become sick. I say its the hog-itis (swine flu). The sickness has taken different forms in each sister, the older one has a severe case of body paralysis, and the younger is a puke machine, GREAT!!! I dont worry though, I most likely will not receive the sickness, I take a multi-vitamin and am in the best health of my life...unless I start to get more active, then I will become better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think when BEDA is over I might only post once every two days, sorry. I feel like this blog has just become a dumping ground for everyone's emotional distress. I dont want everyone to know the inner workings of my mind. I'm not opposed to people spilling their guts on a blog, I mean its better than talking yourself. I like how we dont talk about the problems we each face outside of the blogs though. Nobody wants to remember the sad points of a friendship, or ruin a relationship with idiotic guestures of sympathy. People want whats best for themselves above everything else, and then the people they care about the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/the_only_beautiful_things_are_the_things_that_do/262231.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;beautiful things are the things that do not concern us&lt;br /&gt;-Taylor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-1092775299733092670?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1092775299733092670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-hamster-farts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/1092775299733092670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/1092775299733092670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-hamster-farts.html' title=', and hamster farts'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sffpd09g_WI/AAAAAAAAAIY/ZreqFycDZjQ/s72-c/indigo_montoya_1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-416727166842475153</id><published>2009-04-28T09:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:15:36.934-04:00</updated><title type='text'>KILL ME</title><content type='html'>wow this is crazy being up before anyone else, it also sucks big time. I woke up in a cheery mood today, I didn't even use the snooze button, but on my drive to school I realized that there was a certain lack of John, Lisa, and Kris from my morning schedule. I called Lisa, only to realize that my phone is in the crapper right now and that I can only make out parts of words through the static. I decided to text Lisa and ask for forgiveness for waking her up and to see if school was on...she said no. "DAMN!!!" I screamed in my car, with an unusually happy smile ripping through the plate that is my face. In an awkward attempt to laugh, I just kept smiling and never once stopped until I reached my house and let off a giant scream into the sky. I couldn't help but laugh though, I mean how often does this happen to a person, its got to be at least 5 times per year, so i figure I'm pretty lucky that I figured out what was happening before I even left my neighborhood. "Now what do I do?" I asked my parents as they started to wake up, and get ready to work. I could tell they were pissed, because they don't usually have to deal with my cheery ass till at least 1:00. They said I should go to sleep. SCREW THAT! If I was to try to sleep now all I would do is toss and turn in my bed not able to even shut my eyes. I would probably just think about what is going to happen today, and pre-layout any conversation I might encounter today. Jeez!! I could seriously punch myself...stupid stupid stupid. Ya know what I might not even go to school today...No, that's a lie, I couldn't do it. Why didn't I remember?!? Thank you Lisa, for the heads up on the whole "theirs no school today jackass" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on the bright side, I finally woke up early for no reason, I usually take every opportunity to sleep, I usually sleep till 2 on a normal weekend, I'm more of a night owl anyways. I got to type out this awesome blog, which for some reason I am typing ridiculously fast. I might get the opportunity to eat two breakfasts...yay for gluttony. I'm already dressed so now I wont need to take that time out of my schedule. I get to read some Paper Towns, I'm at the part where they touch their blue fingers together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what Apple is doing. He is a junior, and right now taking the taks. I bet he's all like, "Oh I wish I were Taylor, then I would be cool and get to wake up when I dont need to, and be just super cool", ya thats what he would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep tight everyone, till you wake up&lt;br /&gt;-Taylor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-416727166842475153?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/416727166842475153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/kill-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/416727166842475153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/416727166842475153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/kill-me.html' title='KILL ME'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-6735444320724506532</id><published>2009-04-26T23:16:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:37:40.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I heal with my steel</title><content type='html'>I figure I will post early today seeing how I forgot the last two days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that I have been procrastinating a lot more, is it senioritis, is it laziness? I cant bring myself to do anything of meaning, like get a job, do homework, hit on girls, or just get out of bed. Why do anything when people I know and love will just get up and leave, go to collage, or become estrange. ugh, I hate change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read something, that said its good for you to eat chocolate...crap I'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twitter is killing me. I wanted to be  able to text in updates to my phone, but when I went through the process of letting my phone do that, nothing happened. grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would try to type in leet speak but I think I would fail pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason told me to shower with the lights off, he says that its supposed to be really relaxing. I dont think I will do that, it just seems like a weird thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Daniels blog. It was a good read while it was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching a funny video today and it said something about making your own yu-gi-oh card and I was like, "HELL YA!!!!!" here is the result:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SfVA89XoD5I/AAAAAAAAAII/Rao1F7e_Fsk/s400/createcard.php.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Hunter Curtis the other day, it was awesome. He was my best friend is 5th grade, maybe not my best friend but he was loyal and kind. He is the reason I love the name Hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gets real preachy when they read a blog, like that blog gonna kill them if they don't kiss its ass.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the only person to survive in jail would be Kyle, or maybe Sean C-N-O. Kyle is just not jail bait and Sean would like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kyle, draw this on Chase, but with more lightning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SfYVhgsmdYI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/0kId9squTwE/s400/iceauraqk8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am a horse of course&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Taylor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-6735444320724506532?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6735444320724506532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-heal-with-my-steel.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/6735444320724506532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/6735444320724506532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-heal-with-my-steel.html' title='I heal with my steel'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SfVA89XoD5I/AAAAAAAAAII/Rao1F7e_Fsk/s72-c/createcard.php.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-7641017059043328836</id><published>2009-04-26T03:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:10:30.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My pet peeve</title><content type='html'>I was trying to think up my pet peeve a while ago, and I thought I knew what it was but I realized that it has changed over the years. It used to be when people would say, "I knew that" in the wrong circumstances. Here's an example&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gary: I'm gonna put 50 gallons of gas in my tank&lt;br /&gt;tay: your tank can only take 35&lt;br /&gt;gary: I knew that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That used to kill me, but as I've aged I noticed that arrogance is still the main thing that angers me. Its not so much the "I knew that" thing but now its the stupidity of people when they say "I don't care"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tay: Gary! I noticed your wearing black clothes with metal all over it, and eye liner.&lt;br /&gt;gary: its freakin cool right?&lt;br /&gt;tay: no! actually it looks like you fell into a river of gayness, bitch please!&lt;br /&gt;gary: I don't care what you or anyone else thinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is stupid, I can understand not caring, but not about things that matter. I can easily say "I dont care" if someone told me was making fun of me because of my hair cut or something stupid like that, but not for important things. Things you should care about and people say they don't is what ticks me off. In the example I just used, he should care about the way people view him, first impressions are key, and what does anyone think when they see someone like that...fear. Its a matter of respect for others and for yourself, if you care for the people you're with you would want to dress in a way that makes them look like they hang out with a normal crowd, not with freaks. What people think of you is one of the most important things in this world. "I don't care what other people think of me" is probably one of the most self loathing things I can think of. If you dont care about people then who would show up at your funeral, the people you don't care about, that to me, is a nightmare, to be hated as you lie there dead /shutter. Honestly they care, they care so much that they do the things they do to garnish attention, whether they think that in someway it will make people think their courageous or witty, its an unhealthy way of thinking. They don't wear those clothes to an interview, because they care what that person thinks...unless you wart to work at Hot Topic. What makes a person think that they are so much better than anyone else that they are above their negative connotations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a funny conversation I had with Charles Ursprung:&lt;br /&gt;C: do you like my new shoes&lt;br /&gt;T: not really, they look like you rolled them is ash&lt;br /&gt;C: I don't care what you think&lt;br /&gt;T: then why'd ya ask?&lt;br /&gt;C: shut up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live my life in a constant fear of not being liked, so the thought of not trying to get someone to like you is alien to me. I would hate not to care, I would not to be able to stand myself if I knew someone thought anything ill about me. I care too much (as &lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;conceded as that sounds). Wait! Look at that! I just put in quotations that so that no one would think I'm conceded, that's what I'm talking about, I care too much about other peoples opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made this last night but it was too late for me to care about it, I might just make another to make up for the day I missed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-7641017059043328836?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7641017059043328836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-pet-peeve.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/7641017059043328836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/7641017059043328836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-pet-peeve.html' title='My pet peeve'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-2174299397568109743</id><published>2009-04-23T23:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:02:28.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Red light, Green light. Get off the stage!</title><content type='html'>Today might of been the nicest day ever, nothing bad happened, it was great!&lt;br /&gt;I dont even remember it very well, it was just a blur of joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started off without breakfast, cuz i wanted to sleep in. I was a little late to school, but my first period teacher, Mr. Longo,  doesn't care about me he is like, "chu pwns teh noobticles, sir?" and I'm all like, "shut up" and HE DOES IT!! We watched "Stossel" a movie about a guy named John Stossel, directed by John Stossel, hosted by John Stossel, and starring John Stossel. I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ing-go-lish we worked on our research projects...I realize I need to be getting to work on that, I'm behind, I blame senioritis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In government we made a study guide, but for 10 year olds. All it was, was a book make of paper, that we had to cut, and had writing in it about the powers of the president.&lt;br /&gt;Jason tried to do my new tpe of high-five to our teacher though. I call it eyelash-five, its basically butterfly kisses but for men. I have also created the gravity-five, all you have to do is lift your victims hand and drop it on yours, make sure you say "gravity-five" or else you just look crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have a fourth period, so I drove home with Kinsey, but when we got to my house he had to go to crazy school. I stayed at my house and did a little work and relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, Jason called me and told me to be over ASAP. Unfortunately my mother was just getting home, with a task for me. The other day I had gone out and collected bugs for her pre-school class, cuz its bug week, and she wanted me to go clean out the carriers I had put the bugs into. While I was doing that and old friend of mine drove up next to me and we chatted for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to Jason's we sat for a while and then went to b-dubs. We had an exceptional time, talking, reminiscing about times long since passed. We stayed for a good two hours not doing a whole lot of anything, perfect. I've noticed that most of Lisa's conversations with her mother don't end with her happy, and that sucks. Nobody deserves to be unhappy, lifes too short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle got ice cream...fat ass. Just because you get 10% off doesn't mean that it's a good deal of that you even need it...fat ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they decided that it would be a good idea to go see Jason's artwork in the art show.&lt;br /&gt;We found his, and he was not very pleased, Kyle and I each had something up...Lisa didn't cuz she's no melgar like the rest of us. We got to see the performance of a lifetime by Brandon...the guy with the disgusting hair and the disgusting mustache and the disgusting girlfriend, he was playing the gay guy pretending to be strait...like always, but seriously he was talking about opium and hot dead bodies, he is the grossest person I can think of...John Stamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved to the auditorium to view the talent show, more like "The MC's have no talent show". We watched a few good performances, but by far the beat performance was Rebekkah Mann's performance of her own original song...it was beautiful. Most of the time in the auditorium was spent in laughter, because laughing is easier when your around people you love...Platonicly. The funny moments I remember are: The MCs ask "hey you know what?", and Kyle screams "WHAT?!?". When they asked, "do you want to hear a dirty joke?", and Jason screams "MY MOTHERS HERE". When Lisa said she needed to change her pants after Cole "tight pants" Anthony played "Whatever you like". I thought it was the best talent show ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SfFjoM8wLtI/AAAAAAAAAIA/t-e-CWKCgzo/s1600-h/funny-dog-pictures-best-friends-forever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SfFjoM8wLtI/AAAAAAAAAIA/t-e-CWKCgzo/s400/funny-dog-pictures-best-friends-forever.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328149376477966034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to drive Lisa home afterward, that was a treat, she likes to snuggle with the inside of my car. She told me to make a nickname for her Ipod so I've got a few thought up,  but I'll continue to think of it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put a bunch of music on my flash drive, for tomorrow. I think I'll go to sleep, if I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melgar Melgar Melgar Melgar Melgar Melgar Melgar Melgar Melgar Melgar Melgar Melgar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the light touches your face&lt;br /&gt;-Taylor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-2174299397568109743?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2174299397568109743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/red-light-green-light-get-off-stage.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/2174299397568109743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/2174299397568109743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/red-light-green-light-get-off-stage.html' title='Red light, Green light. Get off the stage!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SfFjoM8wLtI/AAAAAAAAAIA/t-e-CWKCgzo/s72-c/funny-dog-pictures-best-friends-forever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-1316472792420513129</id><published>2009-04-23T02:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T03:18:06.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you judge a man's valor?</title><content type='html'>with the blood on his bade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna talk about Chase and how he is based off Loz&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SfAMTD7nXeI/AAAAAAAAAHw/kPHwd7BesK0/s1600-h/loz2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SfAMTD7nXeI/AAAAAAAAAHw/kPHwd7BesK0/s320/loz2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327771880791694818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SfAMOGmc8FI/AAAAAAAAAHo/gGXhZbRya0U/s1600-h/loz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SfAMOGmc8FI/AAAAAAAAAHo/gGXhZbRya0U/s320/loz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327771795608891474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how Sean doesn't have a power yet (that I know of). I was thinking regeneration, just because you have to have a healer, it's like...expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SfAM6hzgW0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/5ELZBoae4Lk/s1600-h/regen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 129px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SfAM6hzgW0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/5ELZBoae4Lk/s320/regen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327772558825642818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not for animal lovers, if you love animals I would not suggest reading any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will tell you about what I did not 5 minutes ago. It all starts as I'm getting ready to blog when I hear a loud thump coming from my backyard. I go to the wall and start to hit it, hoping to scare the creature outside away. To my discontent the noise continues, so my sis goes to find my dad, to tell him about it. She returns quickly telling me he's already outside. Thinking he's got it covered I go to the bathroom to meet with the president of turd town, when my sister runs up to me and tells me to get a knife and go meet my dad. I put on flippy-floppies and grab the longest knife i see. I ran to him to see what had happened, he was under the awning in the backyard, right next to my sis's room. He has managed to pin a possum, with a pointy stick and a fishing net, in the corner of the building, underneath a barbecue top (the jail bar type). Then my dad tells me to crawl over to is and stab it. So as a good child does, I began to stab away, but unfortunately the knife was not sharp enough. So I ran back inside to get a bigger and better knife, and returned to the creature in a flash holding two 10 inch steel blades. I started to apply pressure to the top of his body as he squirmed and tried to bite at the knife, only to break his teeth. The first few stabs broke the skin, and after about 6 punctures my dad said we should let it die. Knowing that it was PLAYING POSSUM I went for another cut. I aimed for the stomach and pressed down with all my might. The skin broke in three separate snaps, POW POW POW as I broke into his vital organs, he started to drift away into darkness. Just to be safe I stabbed him in the jugular. I must of cut him at least 20 times. Then my dad and I walked back inside and cleaned the knives to remove all the dirt and fur. He's probably out there breathing his last breath's as we speak. Karma did catch up to me pretty quickly on this one though, as I was stabbing him, my bracelet fell off and is now sitting between his blood-soaked face and his curled front paws. GREAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if that creeped you out, but that is just one day in the life of Taylor, also, I can pull a Daniel and make a horribly, not needed to know blog, too. Please don't leave a "I'm shocked Taylor, You are a horrible person" comment, because he deserved it. The cat sized bastard was entering into out attic, stealing our insulation, and pooping...I hope he learned his lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;with every hope and frail desire known -Taylor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-1316472792420513129?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1316472792420513129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-do-you-judge-mans-valor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/1316472792420513129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/1316472792420513129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-do-you-judge-mans-valor.html' title='How do you judge a man&apos;s valor?'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SfAMTD7nXeI/AAAAAAAAAHw/kPHwd7BesK0/s72-c/loz2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-5233802915689487581</id><published>2009-04-21T23:13:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:37:48.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck</title><content type='html'>I hope your all happy. I'm a twitterer...tweeter...tweaked, I like to be tweaked. The rage in me is starting to show though, his name is Max. I have tried 7 different pictures, with varying sizes, and none have been able to show up. I'm so lost.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Se6nNjDeMlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PD_n5I_wGlY/s1600-h/ANGRY_BEAVERS.bmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 184px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Se6nNjDeMlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PD_n5I_wGlY/s400/ANGRY_BEAVERS.bmp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327379260415816274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at school I learned that professor Longo is a complete door mat, I could tell him anything and he would let me do whatever I want. EX:&lt;br /&gt;Taylor:Hey can I go to my locker?&lt;br /&gt;Longo:What for?&lt;br /&gt;Taylor:I have to hide the body.&lt;br /&gt;Longo:Take the pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In English, after the vocab quiz, all i did was look up funny pictures and shirts...for Kyle here is one:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Se6qJ_msRlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a3kZTmvoMEo/s1600-h/95042682v6_350x350_Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Se6qJ_msRlI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/a3kZTmvoMEo/s400/95042682v6_350x350_Front.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327382497895138898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in Government, William video recorded me...I think he has an obsession with me. We took a test but it was pretty k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I came home and  ate an MRE(Meal Ready to Eat), it was delicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Se6qTd2T-TI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mwGB_tTVaJ0/s1600-h/LolCatRenderer2.aspxtopCHAINSAWTAILREADYbottomSTARTINGARMTURRETSsize35imagename70933212_1c9777ddf3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Se6qTd2T-TI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mwGB_tTVaJ0/s400/LolCatRenderer2.aspxtopCHAINSAWTAILREADYbottomSTARTINGARMTURRETSsize35imagename70933212_1c9777ddf3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327382660632541490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot about TAG. Today was a very productive day, we judged poetry. Some were amazing while others were less than...dead...stuff. Then Sti helped me make a twitter, if I didn't have her I guess I would be disconnected form the world. She made my blog and my twitter, loves ya Sti!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK...now a story about someone most of us know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever met a compulsive liar, its pretty cool, they don't care about what they say they just want to make themselves the focal point of a conversation. They don't even care if the attention is good or bad. Of course, the person I speak of is Eric "talkative Terry" Hoyle. Here is a typical conversation between me and Eric.&lt;br /&gt;Taylor:Hey Eric did you get the answer to #25 on the review, I stayed up too late last night and couldn't get it.&lt;br /&gt;Eric: I promised my friend Cerberus (whose killed a man)(and has also died in his arms)(where Eric promised him he would never do drugs)(douche) that I would never get the answer to 25&lt;br /&gt;Taylor:Oh OK&lt;br /&gt;Eric:Do you want to see a gun-blade? I've seen a gun-blade. It was in a museum in Europe, where i used to live. My dad took me. (he probably doesn't even have a dad)&lt;br /&gt;Taylor:That's pretty cool Eric, how was it? (that was a mistake, he talked for what seemed like an infinite amount of time)&lt;br /&gt;Taylor:IHAVETOGOTOLUNCHBYE (I ran like hell to escape his blasphemy)&lt;br /&gt;He might of been the worst person in the history of the world&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Se6nUXz4w-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/NCljUTxDOPg/s1600-h/liar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Se6nUXz4w-I/AAAAAAAAAHA/NCljUTxDOPg/s400/liar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327379377656742882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally a movie by my favorite animator/comedian/cartoonist. I literally feel like this is an accurate description of my humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rqEIxlv0UTE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rqEIxlv0UTE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-5233802915689487581?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5233802915689487581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-suck.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/5233802915689487581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/5233802915689487581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-suck.html' title='I suck'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Se6nNjDeMlI/AAAAAAAAAG4/PD_n5I_wGlY/s72-c/ANGRY_BEAVERS.bmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-5755060285561900976</id><published>2009-04-20T20:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:30:15.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turd Ferguson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Se0aEnBBkdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tDiBhTOGlmQ/s1600-h/71474561_eed1959c82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Se0aEnBBkdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tDiBhTOGlmQ/s400/71474561_eed1959c82.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326942600744243666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its a funny name&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I miss my old hair!!!! Why did it run away? I was good to it, I didn't beat it, or starve it, or even neglect it, why he leave me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OK to the point, My mother is a pre-school teacher. This week happens to be the week they focus on bugs. So in an act of pure hatred, my mom sent me to collect bugs. I got John to come with me, and we walked around. We spent at least 1 hour just walking around looking for any type of six legged creature. We ended up finding alot of gross creepy crawlies. After that I decided that I would get a healthy amount of sleep tonight, so I will blog early for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry this one needs to be short, I just cant continue without sleep, so goodnight and have a pleasant tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-5755060285561900976?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5755060285561900976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/turd-ferguson.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/5755060285561900976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/5755060285561900976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/turd-ferguson.html' title='Turd Ferguson'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Se0aEnBBkdI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tDiBhTOGlmQ/s72-c/71474561_eed1959c82.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-6326496561768825645</id><published>2009-04-20T01:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T03:34:15.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Reunion 3</title><content type='html'>Have you guys thought about our reunion. I'm serious. I keep trying to think of the major changes that everyone will go through in the next ten years. These are a few possible outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 years, Kyle finally acting on his instinct and asks BM out on a date. For the first weeks everything is normal. Then Kyle and Brenda get into a fight, and Kyle (in a bad guy creation way) drinks 30 gallons of anabolic steroids. Nothing happens but she realizes that they are meant to be together. A week later, as Kyle is getting his stomach pumped, Melgar asks Kyle to marry her. They brew 10 children, raising them on a diet of mostly paint brushes, and disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John, after 5 years decided to do something that would change the world, for better or worse. After 2 years of studying, John creates the first LAAG (laser alkaline amplitude gun). This redefines the art of war, turning enemies into friends, and friends into enemies. Unfortunately, realizing what he has done John creates the ALLIGATOR (anti LAAG laser initiated, guided artificial target, ocular ray). Making the LAGG completely useless in combat, and turning John into the Laughing stock of the science community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after leaving school Alec realizes writing is not for him, and goes into the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;being a crazy cat lady business&lt;/span&gt;, which pays surprisingly well. He soon breaks the Guinness world record for most cats in a one bedroom apartment, its 75 cats (I don't really know, that just sounds like a reasonable, unreasonable amount).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an act of defiance, Lisa moves to California. As a down on her luck waitress, she meets George Lucas (who was looking for an actress), he offers her a part and she makes it big in her first movie, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hiroshima The Comedy&lt;/span&gt;. After the movie premieres many actors fall for her, and she ends up being married to Jake Gyllenhaal, Orlando Bloom, Brad Pitt, George Clooney, Colin Farrell, Johnny Depp, Clive Owen, Leonardo DiCaprio, David Beckham, Justin Timberlake, and...someone young...Daniel Radcliffe. Safe to say she's set for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel...I don't know much about Daniel...OK I know. Daniel becomes president!! How cool would that be? Under his rule, we declare war on Mongolia, and Australia. He goes down as one of the greatest presidents of all time. He eventually goes on to become dictator of the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 years Jason has an idea for the newest, hot TV show...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;KYLE!&lt;/span&gt;. Basically he has hidden cameras all over Kyle and his house, to monitor what happens in his day to day activities. People tune in from all over the world to see what escapades Kyle has gotten himself into this week. Kyle has no idea, so Jason just feeds Kyle ideas that he says, would be good advise, but put him in to wacky scenarios, for ratings. Eventually Kyle will learn what is going on, in a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Truman Show&lt;/span&gt;, kinda way.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sewh9t1rwJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/riqd1Vl10d0/s1600-h/truman+show.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sewh9t1rwJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/riqd1Vl10d0/s400/truman+show.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326669803432951954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sti, I didn't forget about you, you can come to our reunion with me :D   &lt;br /&gt;see you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone shows up to it. It will be cool I promise. And if you wont go for yourself, do it for me, cuz I will miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my heart on this page&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-6326496561768825645?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6326496561768825645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/high-school-reunion-3.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/6326496561768825645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/6326496561768825645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/high-school-reunion-3.html' title='High School Reunion 3'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sewh9t1rwJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/riqd1Vl10d0/s72-c/truman+show.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-5392445129737355535</id><published>2009-04-19T03:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T04:54:38.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyperactive imagination</title><content type='html'>Kyle and Alec were leaving a bar when Alec turns to Kyle and says, "hey, what are you doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;Kyle, obviously drunk, says, "are you drunk?"&lt;br /&gt;A:"How dare you ask me that"&lt;br /&gt;K:"Did we come here together"&lt;br /&gt;A:"Your stupid"&lt;br /&gt;K:"Where did I leave my underpants"&lt;br /&gt;A:"Why am I wearing your underpants, they smell"&lt;br /&gt;K:"I think the bartender was giving you the eye"&lt;br /&gt;A:"He was a man, I gave him your number instead of mine"&lt;br /&gt;K:"I will give you an atomic wedgie, guy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like that, it was on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alec lunges at Kyle with a flurry slaps and screams, 95% of the slaps missed, but one hit Kyle right in his beard (Kyle's hulk point). Kyle goes into a berserk rage and brings down a crushing elbow into the already falling Alec. Alec starts to cry, making Kyle come over to check if he's OK, but it was a trap, Alec jumps to his feet and starts to kick Kyle in his hands. Kyle stops moving, and Alec starts moving in excessively close, Kyle's face starts to extend and he vomits right into Alec's eyes. That was the turning point, because then Kyle starts to punch at Alec's exposed mid-drift. Punching Alec turned Alec into a puke volcano, spraying vomit onto all the spectators. As a last ditch effort to win Alec kisses Kyle, hoping to drown him with the copious amount of purge exploding out of his face hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Alec's lips pressed against Kyle's the fight was brought to a sudden stop, the crowd was disappointed in the outcome, to say the least. The kiss lasted about 30 minutes, not either one moving their heads. Then out of the blue Kyle strikes Alec in the ear, and it was on, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alec starts to try to do some fake karate, while kyle is still locked in his kissing pose. Alec runs over and starts to call out Street Fighter moves, while doing Naruto style hand signs. Kyle, in an attempt to calm him down, hugs Alec and says, "It will be OK precious child". Alec starts to squirm but Kyle just holds him tighter, eventually breaking 51 bones in Alec's chest. Kyle, realizing what he had just done, releases Alec and drops him to the ground. Alec stands with authority and proclaims that he is fine, and plunges his hand deep within his chest and pulls out a gun made of bones...of freakin bones. Alec starts to fire suprisingly accurate shots. Kyle, in a Matrix rip-off moment, dodges his way over to the closest hot-dog vendor and buys the cart. He reaches in and pulls out a sword made of weiners. Alec continues to fire, and is about on his 60th shot, a ridiculous number seeing how it is only a six shot pistol, but he continues to fire. Kyle starts to repel the oncoming fire with hot-dog saber, or hot-daber. Alec finally runs out of ammo and Kyle javelines the weapon tword Alec. It lands in his mouth and he begins to choke. Kyle realizing what he had just done runs over and starts to do CPR on Alec. Alec never gets up, but Kyle takes his lifeless corpes back to his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, a sober Kyle buys a shirt.  &lt;a href="http://www.phatpimpclothing.com/pimpmyspace_codes.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.tinypic.com/111l8b4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then he goes over to Jason's house and sees Alec. In an awkward moment they ask what happened last night, neither of them remember. Alec for the rest of the day complains of chest pains, and Kyle complains of smells of hot-dogs. Later that night they return the the bar and the process starts all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;-Taylor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-5392445129737355535?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5392445129737355535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/hyperactive-imagination.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/5392445129737355535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/5392445129737355535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/hyperactive-imagination.html' title='Hyperactive imagination'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.tinypic.com/111l8b4_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-172533007274066409</id><published>2009-04-18T02:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T03:49:42.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two shakes?</title><content type='html'>I think I like the whole two shakes thing, its a good nick name, I would be proud to be introduced like, this is Two shakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle is eventually cause another Ci Cis to to be built, because he wastes so much money with his addiction to stacker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Chase is a future me...you ever notice that we are the same person, we should spawn children. Quickly! To the science mobile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I like Hanging out with C-N-O (hope he doesn't read this), he makes things awkward for me, and also he tried to hit me in the balls, how old is he? 9 that seemed like a 9 year old thing to do, it was unprovoked too. I should start a list of reasons to not be near him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna write the whole Kyle vs. Alec comedy version, but its too late and I just want to go to bed so here is some pic-t-atures for some viewingness pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its wall-e's cousin cam-e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel_ch_gwhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-Ye7Ai6R6k4/s1600-h/walle.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel_ch_gwhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-Ye7Ai6R6k4/s400/walle.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325928162480144914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel_V4U4AII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kaEXBgYAGj8/s1600-h/shipment-of-fail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel_V4U4AII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/kaEXBgYAGj8/s400/shipment-of-fail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325928048216244354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel_SUsgWXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0OK3UOwEQC8/s1600-h/shamwow-vince-shamwow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel_SUsgWXI/AAAAAAAAAGI/0OK3UOwEQC8/s400/shamwow-vince-shamwow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325927987112073586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;their not all funny, this one is just to brighten your day&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel_Z0zq-vI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jBth2bgw8Mw/s1600-h/Stars_%26_Stripes_%26_Hitler_Dead2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel_Z0zq-vI/AAAAAAAAAGY/jBth2bgw8Mw/s400/Stars_%26_Stripes_%26_Hitler_Dead2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325928115991149298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel_PfcdZVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dLA0CT8ziOA/s1600-h/rejectedbanana-300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel_PfcdZVI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dLA0CT8ziOA/s400/rejectedbanana-300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325927938457953618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason, you know...YOU KNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel_MTi5GmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0e8oaT1XyD8/s1600-h/recess_school%27s_out_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel_MTi5GmI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0e8oaT1XyD8/s400/recess_school%27s_out_008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325927883724102242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is called NSFW, or Personal Computer&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel_Jb3X2sI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KHb3FByFuWM/s1600-h/nsfw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel_Jb3X2sI/AAAAAAAAAFw/KHb3FByFuWM/s400/nsfw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325927834417879746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew get it off my computer&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel_FHwranI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Tx9W98yjLQY/s1600-h/jonas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel_FHwranI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Tx9W98yjLQY/s400/jonas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325927760301615730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this gun fires 15+ bullets at one time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel-9_UdDRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7HJEZqwLeUs/s1600-h/hand_held_multi_barreled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 174px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel-9_UdDRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/7HJEZqwLeUs/s400/hand_held_multi_barreled.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325927637776665874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel-uHBZwRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Y2hLmQJYu3k/s1600-h/funny-picturs-cat-in-exhaust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel-uHBZwRI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Y2hLmQJYu3k/s400/funny-picturs-cat-in-exhaust.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325927364966334738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no its not Jackie Chan, you just lost the game...I just lost the game&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel_A7TZs-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/cYwK-mcD4-M/s1600-h/jackie_chan_punch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel_A7TZs-I/AAAAAAAAAFg/cYwK-mcD4-M/s400/jackie_chan_punch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325927688238117858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle, this looks like something you would draw, I like the whole wrist cuffs thing...its cool&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel-rGtJ0HI/AAAAAAAAAFI/MSDzKNPxjZI/s1600-h/Crouch_Black.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel-rGtJ0HI/AAAAAAAAAFI/MSDzKNPxjZI/s400/Crouch_Black.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325927313341796466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NORM!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel8Bg2omGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MiN1KnNjS2E/s1600-h/fans_norm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel8Bg2omGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/MiN1KnNjS2E/s400/fans_norm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325924399783123042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WkshMNyCadk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WkshMNyCadk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-172533007274066409?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/172533007274066409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/chase-pond_8929.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/172533007274066409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/172533007274066409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/chase-pond_8929.html' title='Two shakes?'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sel_ch_gwhI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-Ye7Ai6R6k4/s72-c/walle.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-8009297443622345881</id><published>2009-04-17T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T02:20:17.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower power</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://myspace-943.vo.llnwd.net/01448/34/99/1448559943_l.gif" alt="Microwave Cat" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that and instantly thought, "LISA!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I gave 4 people a ride to school, that may not seem like much of an accomplishment, but that is the first time I've ever done that. If you don't count the time I gave 5 people a ride home, I don't, but that's because I was in the trunk. School was pretty gangster, no problems. The high points were, (when I was working in the office) I got to escort a problem child to ISS...awkward, so I threw my arm around him and said, "could this be any more awkward?", his reaction to that was most likely shock but all he could say was, "shut up". After that, I got to watch Jake Gyllenhall build a rocket, and fail.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SegY2uS3SzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Pax1mo8mOmk/s1600-h/Jake+Gyllenhaal+-+1+-+Brokeback+Mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 310px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SegY2uS3SzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Pax1mo8mOmk/s400/Jake+Gyllenhaal+-+1+-+Brokeback+Mountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325533887784766258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After school we went to B-dubs(buffalo wild wings), and yes i do hate calling it that, where chase proposed to me, but I said, "no, because our children would be such bad kids because they would be so good looking that we would have to buy them anything they wanted, thus making them spoiled". He was heart broken. After that we Third Striked, and I realized I suck, Wikipedia has not helped at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized today I am being really mean to Alec in these blogs, I only do it because I think he is the most stable right now, and I don't want John to go off killing himself...yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I keep looking at that picture of Gyllenhall up there, its really scaring me. please make him go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how you can have lice, right? Can someone have crabs in their (head) hair? If so are they still called crabs? Why am I so curious about this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am debating about facial hair right now, do I shave, do I let it grow, do I keep it manageable, once again questions that I realize I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; don't care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate the hottest flavor of wings at B-dubs, my stomach is now in a coup d'état, and I'm eating tums like air, and farting fire...ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Segetnu1uhI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bEIRq3ABtRE/s1600-h/sf2armyattacklayout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Segetnu1uhI/AAAAAAAAAE4/bEIRq3ABtRE/s400/sf2armyattacklayout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325540328473999890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;h1 id="firstHeading" class="firstHeading"&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-8009297443622345881?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8009297443622345881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/flower-power.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/8009297443622345881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/8009297443622345881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/flower-power.html' title='Flower power'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SegY2uS3SzI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Pax1mo8mOmk/s72-c/Jake+Gyllenhaal+-+1+-+Brokeback+Mountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-4135058321599402339</id><published>2009-04-16T01:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T02:33:31.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats wrong with Seth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.phatpimpclothing.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://a615.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/91/l_2a2197731afa64b4d53cfaf78cc6a3a6.gif" alt="PhatPimp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SebNXyjJRXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/X0GghAUQP50/s1600-h/xmas2007-wallpaper1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything I can say that is better than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John, keep bloging, you are getting better and if you cant think of anything just do like I do and post pics or a vid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa post our movie to here it will be the best thing since sliced...knives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason, thank you for letting me come over today, it was fun, so don't worry, be happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alec, die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle, you don't read this, I don't even know why I bother to write to you, you black haired, disgusting, Kyle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, if you read this I'm gonna cry, you like me you really like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace, you show me your boobs (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sti, Jason says he loves you...I would watch out for that. He's seen your twitter (gross), or something, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor, don't worry, you will get pregnant, keep trying, ewwww gonna stop that now I was creeping myself out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/fYk0sQfr6mT4-npEj2q1vg"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/fYk0sQfr6mT4-npEj2q1vg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this character, she never does anything good, and then this...she blew it out of the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.phatpimpclothing.com/pimpstrong_cash.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/glittergus/vid/garry.gif" border="0" alt="Pimp My MySpace" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it poetic or pathetic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-4135058321599402339?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4135058321599402339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-wrong-with-seth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/4135058321599402339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/4135058321599402339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-wrong-with-seth.html' title='Whats wrong with Seth?'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i72.photobucket.com/albums/i185/glittergus/vid/th_garry.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-5828316352079208112</id><published>2009-04-15T01:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T02:19:53.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>worst day of my life!!</title><content type='html'>Really, what more is there to say. lets start with the beginning, dinosaurs roamed the earth, then a meteor hit, they died, blah blah blah. My morning starts just like any other until Kris calls me asking for a ride, which i realize isn't that bad it was just something to add to the list. Then pre-cal nothing new except the sub looked exactly like my mother, like twins. John got yelled at so i told him not to piss my mother off lol. Then in the office, where i am an aid to the secretaries, I got my phone taken up for the first time of my whole high school experiance. Its ok though, everyone in the office loves me and they found a way to sneak it out to me...they are too nice. Forgeting the near panic attack I had, the rest of the period was just dandy. On my way home was when the rest of the heartbreak happened. I was leaving the parking lot, and trying especially hard to keep up with the other cars, when I was pulled over. At first I thought, oh maybe he just wants to check my stickers, and what not. But then he looked at me through his thick, black, silver rimmed sunglasses, and i could feel the rage he had for me. I tried to smile and talk to him as much as possibe but he wasnt having any of it. He told me I was going 39 in a 30, which stunned me. I had no idea that I could possibly get to that speed before the school zone ended, I was very proud of my little car, even though it was my moment of shame. He took my insurance and licence back to his car, and I started to think, "theres no way he will give me a ticket, a cop pulled Kris over and he was speeding, ilegally changing lanes, and didnt have a working speedometer, I must be in the clear, i was only 9 mph over." He returned to the side of my car, and asked me to get out of my vehicle. My fear/embarrasment level was off the charts while I walked to the trunk of my car. "step over here, I don't want you to be hit by a car", he said with a psuedo smile. At that point I would of rather taken the car way out. He told me I was getting a ticket, and as I faught back the blind rage clawing its way out of my chest, he explained what I could do with the ticket.&lt;br /&gt;*How great would it of been if I was like, "you can take your ticket and shove it" as I rip up the occursed ticket. Then he says, "that took courage to do, forget the ticket, heres a million dolars"&lt;br /&gt;As I brewed with self pitty (which I hate to look back on, because that is the only time I ever waste) everyting just started to seem like less of a joke and more of a hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in TAG Christina said I couldn't get pregnant, lets see who get the last laugh on that one. The pregnant "man" begs to differ Sti!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note I tried a new flavor of slushy from sonic today, apple-blue coconut, I wouldn't suggest it. If you have any good combinations for slushies, besides strawberry-cranberry, then please suggest them, I'm always up for someting new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeV8JxtHGgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/h_bEg3kCJxw/s1600-h/sally-jupiter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeV8JxtHGgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/h_bEg3kCJxw/s400/sally-jupiter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324798641838692866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is of Alec and I...Alec you know whats coming&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-5828316352079208112?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5828316352079208112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/worst-day-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/5828316352079208112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/5828316352079208112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/worst-day-of-my-life.html' title='worst day of my life!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeV8JxtHGgI/AAAAAAAAAEg/h_bEg3kCJxw/s72-c/sally-jupiter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-6838285546700585836</id><published>2009-04-14T02:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T03:26:06.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 score and something ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeQ6DZ_jgrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ErTQm-8QmVM/s1600-h/e8ff0785847410_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 332px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeQ6DZ_jgrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ErTQm-8QmVM/s400/e8ff0785847410_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324444489650242226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found a way to time travel, but it involves killing Alec. I know everyone is up for it, so i say on our first trip we stop at Edgar Allen Poe's and mess with his head, make him think the bird we let into his house is talking to him.  Next on our trip is a stop to the great wall of China...people put their names in wet cement, how epic would it be to put our names into the GREAT WALL OF CHINA.  After our little escapade with the emperor, we should definitely go by the first Starbucks and buy them out, so that we own the whole kit n' kabootle.  Then we stop Kurt Cobain from killing himself...and Heath Ledger too. Also we should stop Michael Phelps from smok'in up... well...I don't know about that, I think I respect him more now that he has gotten over the bad press.  Then we're off to the future to find a cloning machine, then we go back to before Alec dies and make a copy. (your welcome, Alec)    Thats all of this weeks show tune in next week as the gang goes to the time of Beowulf, and teach him to play jazz saxophone. What a riot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the Weather Channel and I was just waiting for tomorrows weather, and I had to wait, like, 30 minutes. What good is a weather channel if it just has commercials and tidal warnings, no good. I give the Weather Channel Movie 2 thumbs down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason, I have been thinking, yes this is only directed at you, everyone else should hesitate to read this section. The cosplay thing might not happen, you would have to pick easier/less embarrassing ideas for costumes. I did a search for ideas and this came up&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeQ3pmlmgQI/AAAAAAAAADg/ePuohN96oDA/s1600-h/ep122_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeQ3pmlmgQI/AAAAAAAAADg/ePuohN96oDA/s400/ep122_5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324441847331193090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeQ38UWoJZI/AAAAAAAAADw/Qnlj4wmJ3kk/s1600-h/kensei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeQ38UWoJZI/AAAAAAAAADw/Qnlj4wmJ3kk/s400/kensei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324442168854062482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeQ4i6XiypI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AagNFjSV6-Y/s1600-h/Kensei_69.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 232px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeQ4i6XiypI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AagNFjSV6-Y/s400/Kensei_69.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324442831893482130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeQ4U36yGzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Om8NFor3Qlg/s1600-h/Kensei+gif.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeQ4U36yGzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Om8NFor3Qlg/s400/Kensei+gif.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324442590717811506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeQ4GS5FDSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/dEeIp7UCCVw/s1600-h/kensei+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeQ4GS5FDSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/dEeIp7UCCVw/s400/kensei+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324442340260384034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeQ3xthjAiI/AAAAAAAAADo/WruO7uQUPyc/s1600-h/kensei.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safe to say, besides the white hair that might be ok to do. I think he's from bleach, it has that same art style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a splendiferus day ya'll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-6838285546700585836?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6838285546700585836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/4-score-and-something-ago.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/6838285546700585836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/6838285546700585836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/4-score-and-something-ago.html' title='4 score and something ago'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeQ6DZ_jgrI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ErTQm-8QmVM/s72-c/e8ff0785847410_full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-1904000819108078044</id><published>2009-04-13T02:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T02:34:40.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quicky</title><content type='html'>Ok this will be quick, I'm fine, everything's great, my life doesn't suck right now, I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just found a fortune cookie in my house, opened it and it said, "knock knock".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how cats climb trees, if their fat, if we just let all the cats go would natural selection eventually turn them all into really fast, mostly claw, climbing machines. Weird thought...I am robo-kitty I am here to poop on your floor, purr, and sleep. I dont know if I could love such an abomination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I called Lisa "Kitty", she seemed happy about that, im thinking possible nick-name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also texted Easters to everyone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be Jackie Chan and you be a block of wood, I wont karate chop you, I will turn you into a surf board and then I will become the Olympic surfer LISA WILKINS!!!(crowd cheers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to think of a new Knock Knock joke the whole orange banana thing is getting a little old...perhaps this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock Knock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH GOD A DRAGON, GET DOWN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't expect that one did you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I like to put pictures in my blogs...so here ya go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeLc0SvvIlI/AAAAAAAAADY/NiSeSoPI3xM/s1600-h/weekend-randomness-3-28-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeLc0SvvIlI/AAAAAAAAADY/NiSeSoPI3xM/s400/weekend-randomness-3-28-11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324060500448715346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                          Loves ya all&lt;br /&gt;                              -Taylor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-1904000819108078044?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1904000819108078044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/quicky.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/1904000819108078044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/1904000819108078044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/quicky.html' title='Quicky'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeLc0SvvIlI/AAAAAAAAADY/NiSeSoPI3xM/s72-c/weekend-randomness-3-28-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-4226048831042666161</id><published>2009-04-12T01:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:40:36.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You want what you can't have</title><content type='html'>This saying has been with me for as long as i remember, its not the focal point of this blog I just thought it was something that might affect your lives like it has mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a &lt;u&gt;fun&lt;/u&gt; day, got to sleep late, then I went over to apple's house and we played video games for like two minutes, then we realized that John was eating  &lt;a href="http://www.viewpoints.com/Flarp-Noise-Putty-reviews"&gt;flarp&lt;/a&gt;, safe to say apple and i were a little confused by the images that we were seeing. We decided that it was not safe to eat it, and possibly flammable, so in an attempt to rid John of the urge to eat, we took a lighter to its face! We thought it might be like napalm and burst into flame, but alas it seemed only to bend to the will of the fire. In frustration I decided we would play a game i entitled "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRE!!!&lt;/span&gt;" Basically I lit things on fire and would fight Apple and John off as they tried to put it out. I love that game, I never win though, good thing cuz if i win the world goes up in flames :)  Then we went to sonic, Apple made me drive, so i got him to pay for my food. (happy face) He used to work there so the employees invited us inside, turns out I knew about half the people in there...weird. I don't know about you, but i had never been inside a sonic, its pretty normal...unfortunately, I was honestly expecting robots and cyborgs to make the food i eat, turns out&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it was people!!!&lt;/span&gt;  With food successfully in our tummies we sat down to indulge in the gluttony and sloth portions of our day with a movie, Superbad. It wasn't any different from the last time I had seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All throughout the day I swore I was hearing music, I eventually deduced i was crazy, but about 5 minutes ago I realized had somehow turned my Ipod on, and it had been playing for about 10 hours, I STILL HAVE HALF MY BATTERY!!! My Ipod owns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Easter...yay. I will probably be forced to wake up early, be forced to go to church, and then be forced to be awkward around my old acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go see my grandma but to my understanding, that got canceled, so my sisters are making me wash there cars, they suck, and are dumb, and are psycho lesbians, and read my blog so I'm gonna bad mouth them as much as possible, jackasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Monday is the day I'm more worried about, my second period mostly, that will be the first time I will talk to Grace since we broke up. I imagine one of two scenarios happening one is it will be horribly awkward and I wont talk much, or the other version is an unusually happier time. In the class, I arrive and the guys are there, they look at me knowing that it will be awkward so i say, "lets turn her desk backward, no not for cereals" (everyone laughs in fear of an awkward moment). She walks in, takes 10 steps to get to me stares into my eyes and before she can say anything, I raise my hand and say, "whats up heart breaker". She smiles, laughs, denies my high five attempt,  and asks if I'm OK. I stand there with a confused look on my face and ask, "who do you think I am, nothing can break me". I walk back to my desk sit down and start to feel my emotions clawing there way to my head, so i fall asleep in my desk. Follow me on this one. Then while I sleep, for some reason the world goes into chaos, nukes are sent everywhere, and the school is destroyed by a shock wave. As the world clears and the dust settles, out of the rubble the people of the class rise out of the dirt...different from what they once were. Gifted would be the term I would use to describe them, but not an x-men kind of gifted, a power that is wrong not meant to be. As the group realizes what has befallen the rest of the world, and what each others "power" is, the differences begin to show themselves. The group of survivors becomes split between the keepers and the helpers. The keepers want to keep the world as is...theirs. The helpers want to find a way to return the world to what it once was. So the battles rage, power against power, friends against friends for years of darkness. Then the one trump card for either side becomes apparent, a young child from somewhere unknown. Then the resulting war is all for the innocence and purity of this poor child, the savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow did I just type that? That was easy, no wonder Alec is married to writing. Now I feel bad that I made you read all that and it has no relevance to anyone. Sorry, did i mention I'm crazy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome Easter everyone!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-4226048831042666161?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4226048831042666161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-want-what-you-cant-have.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/4226048831042666161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/4226048831042666161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-want-what-you-cant-have.html' title='You want what you can&apos;t have'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-6676003261178568404</id><published>2009-04-11T02:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T16:40:04.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>forgot to title this</title><content type='html'>I gots some happiness brewing, so lets get a party going.&lt;br /&gt;I will sit here eating my off-brand pop-tarts, toiling away at my blog deciding what to type...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting news, apparently Bob Barker, the old host of the price is right, had the opportunity to be a pron star...gross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kal Penn, the actor who plays Kutner from House (or as most people know his, Kumar from the "Harold and Kumar go to..." series), had been killed off. In the show, which i love, Kutner Dies suddenly and unexpectedly by suicide. Apparently he quit the show to go work as a Associate Director of the White House Office of Public Liaison. It will be a severe cut in pay, but he says, "when will i ever get this kind of opportunity". He is a great actor and a certified genius, he will be missed from the house experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hanna Montana/Milley Cyrus movie came out, or is coming out, whatever i don't care. I would rather have my face slathered in bacon grease, and the resulting zits be smashed with a burning base ball bat,  I hate Hanna Montana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some pictures in a box under my bed so i scanned them here ya go...this might be what my kids look like, unless their girls...that would be weird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     me at age 2, look at my freakin hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeBBasotsrI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZTfH9JgkTxY/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeBBasotsrI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZTfH9JgkTxY/s400/003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323326686466257586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeBBWuJH0BI/AAAAAAAAADA/oZ6TgPv6a_Y/s1600-h/004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeBBWuJH0BI/AAAAAAAAADA/oZ6TgPv6a_Y/s400/004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323326618151145490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     and at age 3, i was pretty cute as a kid&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeBBgK2UxQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JFB9DTESoJ4/s1600-h/002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeBBgK2UxQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/JFB9DTESoJ4/s400/002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323326780475753730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day hurts I cant feel anything, my limbs are heavy and my mind is in the dark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-6676003261178568404?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/6676003261178568404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-gots-some-happiness-brewing-so-lets.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/6676003261178568404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/6676003261178568404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-gots-some-happiness-brewing-so-lets.html' title='forgot to title this'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SeBBasotsrI/AAAAAAAAADI/ZTfH9JgkTxY/s72-c/003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-5405219141647599174</id><published>2009-04-10T01:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T03:20:51.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I found pictures!!!</title><content type='html'>just a quick one cuz i gots to go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me just try to jaugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sd7ypbyLfJI/AAAAAAAAACA/VNC2cRio6iw/s1600-h/3418991371_7b1f683319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sd7ypbyLfJI/AAAAAAAAACA/VNC2cRio6iw/s320/3418991371_7b1f683319.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322958603245288594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sd7yvekJCYI/AAAAAAAAACI/qYzWtAm6sIk/s1600-h/3425467756_fd0b6e80f5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sd7yvekJCYI/AAAAAAAAACI/qYzWtAm6sIk/s320/3425467756_fd0b6e80f5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322958707070929282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sd7y1GPC0tI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lMJ_2exqMto/s1600-h/other-cosplay-katamari.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sd7y1GPC0tI/AAAAAAAAACQ/lMJ_2exqMto/s320/other-cosplay-katamari.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322958803619205842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sd7y5-o7ysI/AAAAAAAAACY/xYMxOQ3J7Is/s1600-h/inuyasha-twin-black-dark-cosplay-an.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sd7y5-o7ysI/AAAAAAAAACY/xYMxOQ3J7Is/s320/inuyasha-twin-black-dark-cosplay-an.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322958887479659202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sd7zATwJeyI/AAAAAAAAACg/c8S33KcVN0Y/s1600-h/-cereal-cefjeghlhjkofhim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sd7zATwJeyI/AAAAAAAAACg/c8S33KcVN0Y/s320/-cereal-cefjeghlhjkofhim.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322958996226276130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazah for being single&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-5405219141647599174?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5405219141647599174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-found-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/5405219141647599174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/5405219141647599174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-found-pictures.html' title='I found pictures!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sd7ypbyLfJI/AAAAAAAAACA/VNC2cRio6iw/s72-c/3418991371_7b1f683319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-3419621548754594653</id><published>2009-04-10T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T02:26:13.181-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight?</title><content type='html'>Here is one of those stress relief blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Grace and i are in a fight. I cant tell though, she's stopped talking to me. I feel awful like I'm making her angry. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now she is at University of Houston with a guy named Bijan, he is nineteen, her ex on and off for six years now, plays the drums, and works out with her. Safe to say I'm a bit jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were texting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: What are you up to? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace: Going to UH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: is it safe for me to text you while your driving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace: its cool I'm in traffic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor: What do you do there? (because I have never been)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace: UH taylor UH. I hang out, drum for hours, make music, work out, and talk. (she says like im an idiot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor:you drum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace:Ya its just a thing between me and him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor:oh um how old is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor:not really the number i was hoping for, I wanted him to be 30 and fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace: Why do you say that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(as i fumble to think of a appropriate response)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace:You realize He's my ex of like off and on like 6 years right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor:I cant say I'm not jealous, we don't have anything like drumming or 6 years of history, I wish we had that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace:why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor:I feel bad when i talk like this maybe i should just shut up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace:sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(as i mope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace:You just have to understand no one will have a relationship with me like Bijan does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that broke my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor:Uh that sucks that you don't have that kind of faith in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace:what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor:Its not that this guy is closer to you than me its that you don't think we could be like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after about 10 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor:Are you ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(after another 10 minutes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor:Have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace:Thanki  (pretty sure she meant thanks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor:Why were you ignoring me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(15 minutes later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor:I didn't ask that so i could be ignored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace:We're watching a movie I'll ttyl OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor:(infuriated) Oh sorry i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i feel bad, and she hasn't tried to contact me in 2 hrs. She is out there with some guy and i just pissed her off...that is the crap they make movies about. She is making my life dramatic. I don't know, I'm a wuss, maybe I'm just worrying about nothing, maybe I'm the jealous type that should just shut up and go with the flow. Whatever I'll get over it, I always do anyway. I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later edit] now i've done it, its 1:00 and she sends the most angry message i've ever seen...I feel like im in shock, my eyes are glazed, my heart stone, and my mind thrown into a spiral of shame and humiliation...I'm gonna go cry now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just so this blog wasn't a total downer, thanks to Alec I found this...enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YXm1ICO8Nec&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YXm1ICO8Nec&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-3419621548754594653?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/3419621548754594653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/fight.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/3419621548754594653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/3419621548754594653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/fight.html' title='Fight?'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-1448642463039358320</id><published>2009-04-09T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T02:16:37.047-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seth Rogan</title><content type='html'>Ya, know I've noticed that these blogs have become sort of an emotional dumpster, where everyone is just talking about there problems. I'll admit I've done my share, but I didn't start this blog so it could be therapy I want to talk about light sockets, underpants, fat people, and horse radish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, as a response to Jason's Lanacalypse (sponsored by Bawls): I would be happy to come (sponsored by Bawls) but I don't really have a "rig" my computers a bit crappy (sponsored by Bawls), so maybe I would just watch (sponsored by Bawls) or play something else (sponsored by Bawls)...do i get payed for saying that so many times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever thought the guy who invented horse radish ever actually put horses in it, or was it made to go on horse. Does horse have two meanings? If radishes are red why is horse radish white...I know the answer to that one it has vinegar in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saying, "only the good die young", sounds like a very pessimistic thing to say a better way to put it would be, "everyone dies :D" (you say "super ecstatic face" at that part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we (the blogging community) need to play the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;corrupted wish game&lt;/span&gt; (its a forum game so we might have to tweak it). It goes like this, I would start by saying "I wish..."(ex:I wish I could fly). Then the next person to post says "wish granted but..."(ex:Wish granted but you can only fly downward). Then the person who corrupted yours says "I wish..."(ex:I wish I had super speed). Then someone else (preferably not one of the first two says "granted but..." (granted right into my fist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know if I'm gonna sleep tonight it is already 1 so not like i wont be exhausted anyway, I really don't want to sleep though I have too much stuff i can procrastinate with and not enough time to do it in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after school John and I were left because we have early release, so we decided to go to Stevenson park and enjoy an MRE (meal ready to eat), military grade. We sat down, John had some kinda ravioli and i had some Italian thing with pesto, both were OK. If your wondering, I keep a box of MREs in my trunk just in case I am out somewhere and get hungry. John says, If he were on a deserted island he would want my car and my backpack, because I keep essential crap in various places. Back on subject, while we were there a guy walked over to a table and sat by himself and ate...alone. John looked over at him and said, "that is what i imagine a 40 year old, who plays xbox, looks like"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just weighed myself, and and good news, I have gained 5 pounds :)  I weigh 145 now,  which might be the most I've ever weighed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat is still acting up. Since prom my throat has been raspy, and congested. Usually I get healthy quickly, but for some reason this hasn't been making any major improvements. I take a multi-vitamin every day and that keeps me in great health. So I have no idea what is happening in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristan is a cool name, just forget that a guy from yu-gi-oh had that name, and its awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is everyones blog? This isn't Myspace you cant just stop, we must blogg to save the world. Lets make a movie, its basically Saw 1-4 but instead of a weird way to live you have to blog...wait theres no conflict and no resolution...I got it, its a twist the movie ends with them blogging for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a project in digital graphics and i need pictures for it but skrew that i have senioritis (infamation of the senior) and the idontcaresies (i dont care)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone hope you have a nice night, and i'll see you later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;--Sg. Dr. Mr. Taylor&lt;br /&gt;Knight of the round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-1448642463039358320?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/1448642463039358320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/seth-rogan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/1448642463039358320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/1448642463039358320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/seth-rogan.html' title='Seth Rogan'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-5775211883881580511</id><published>2009-04-08T01:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T01:57:05.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>spaceships, toddlers, model T cars, jars of beer</title><content type='html'>I dont know why but for some reason i cant get the thought of those people who dance jump style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tyAvaLsLFl8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tyAvaLsLFl8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been walking through my house dancing like that, safe to say i look like an idiot, but its not as hard as it looks. As long as you keep a basic beat in your head.&lt;br /&gt;I got new shoes today they are like walking on a...opposite of glass?&lt;br /&gt;they r blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about Senior skip day, it sucked! My sis works in the district office so she would tear me a new one if she knew i was skipping, thats the reason i came. I had about 6 people per class, that sucked. Even Chatty Cathy didn't show up so i felt like a real loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its late i should probably go to bed now so i'll post this real quick but  first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eaCCkfjPm0o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eaCCkfjPm0o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly grab on to our tongues!&lt;br /&gt;Narshlabs coming in from above!&lt;br /&gt;I cant tell if you adorable or creepy. I'm gonna go with creepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-5775211883881580511?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5775211883881580511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/spaceships-toddlers-model-t-cars-jars.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/5775211883881580511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/5775211883881580511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/spaceships-toddlers-model-t-cars-jars.html' title='spaceships, toddlers, model T cars, jars of beer'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-7328926828336236495</id><published>2009-04-06T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T01:22:22.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a weekend</title><content type='html'>For anyone who cares: sorry for not blogging for the last two days i haven't given up on BEDA I just had to take a break because of prom. So i think i'll start with Saturday because that will be quick, in the morning I went to pick up Grace's corsage and then went to go get my new glasses (both of which were a pain in the butt). About 5 she decided she would pick me up and she would drive &lt;u&gt;in her dress&lt;/u&gt; to where the limo was picking up our group. As we drove it was easy to see the stress was getting to her as her road rage was quite apparent, she didnt even try to hold back. As we arrived other people were pulling up too and we took a couple of pictures and piled into the limo, their was 8 of us trying to fit into it (a tight squeeze). We ate a Texas Land and Cattle (for some strange reason someone must of thought it was a formal resturant), safe to say we had a lot of eyes on us. As we slowly finished eating, and i paid for both of us (which she was not happy about), we piled back into the limo and went off to Galveston. Intead of arriving on time, like we had planned, we got there too early so we decided to stop by the hotel room to relax and check it out. We satyed there for about an hour doing various things, and at, about, 9:15 we left for prom. Almost instantly it was "to the dance floor mania" and we were off. There were so many people on the dance floor, hardly any room for anyone else, but we managed to find a way in, and "danced" if you can call it that, she practically had sex with me out there, it was hard for me to keep "controll" of myself. We danced the night away and after we finished we all returned to the hotel, except for April ____ (i dont know her last name) who decided to leave the group to go make out with Taylor Y (basically a very smooth, almost too strait version of me). When we arrived at the hotel a few people went out side and smoked while Grace and I stayed inside and watched TV together. After a while she got tired to she and i went in to the bedroom and "cuddled". We lied next to each other and just talked and kissed, it was perfect, the air started to become saturated with the smell of each others exhaustion. It was beautiful, her arm on my chest, our lips touching slowly but with certainty and dedication. At around 1:00 Justin arrived, he is one of the girls boyfriends, and with him came the party. Thats as far as i'm willing to go over the internet ask me about it sometimes and i'll tell you. Lets just say it was a night of bliss, joy, rage, shame, dissapointment, love, lust, friendship, and trust. Before I end this seccion of &lt;u&gt;Tayor's blogg-a-palooza&lt;/u&gt;  I should probably post some pictures of the night.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdqnthAjl4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/S4iut41GdFY/s1600-h/CIMG3297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdqnthAjl4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/S4iut41GdFY/s320/CIMG3297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321750310088316802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdqoLPGc8kI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LBfe9d7bTvk/s1600-h/CIMG3302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdqoLPGc8kI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LBfe9d7bTvk/s320/CIMG3302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321750820677284418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is me in my tux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sdqorj7YCDI/AAAAAAAAABA/uhOZXelL47E/s1600-h/CIMG3304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 329px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sdqorj7YCDI/AAAAAAAAABA/uhOZXelL47E/s320/CIMG3304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321751376023783474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdqpPdk9PNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8ZMOcpNXT8M/s1600-h/CIMG3303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdqpPdk9PNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/8ZMOcpNXT8M/s320/CIMG3303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321751992794430674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look at how hot she is, I went to prom with her, regardless of how much she didn't want to take pictures, I still got a few good ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sdqpg2AilVI/AAAAAAAAABY/lV86c5J1LTM/s1600-h/CIMG3306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sdqpg2AilVI/AAAAAAAAABY/lV86c5J1LTM/s320/CIMG3306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321752291410351442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Theres Alec, looked suprisingly good for someone who complained about his suit constantly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sdqp1nQfjQI/AAAAAAAAABg/Wsl-UD3mO0c/s1600-h/CIMG3307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sdqp1nQfjQI/AAAAAAAAABg/Wsl-UD3mO0c/s320/CIMG3307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321752648227982594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lauren, I'm sorry about the picture, i had bad timing, she is really pretty regardless of my ability to take pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdqqoAtuWCI/AAAAAAAAABo/qv7NuWqcAWk/s1600-h/CIMG3309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdqqoAtuWCI/AAAAAAAAABo/qv7NuWqcAWk/s320/CIMG3309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321753514054932514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This one was not my bad, Tanner always looks like that and Bri takes every picture like that, I dont know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sdqq6BDyM1I/AAAAAAAAABw/SheVU-mtvWA/s1600-h/CIMG3310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/Sdqq6BDyM1I/AAAAAAAAABw/SheVU-mtvWA/s320/CIMG3310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321753823385105234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This one didn't turn out too bad, thats Merideth, I had just met her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdqrJbKW1YI/AAAAAAAAAB4/94s5wu9Wxm4/s1600-h/CIMG3312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdqrJbKW1YI/AAAAAAAAAB4/94s5wu9Wxm4/s320/CIMG3312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321754088090031490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I dont know if you can see it but the guy in the hat on the left practically had a seizure while dancing, I dont know if he thought that looked good but he looked rediculous, I wanted to bush him in the way of a fast moving car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;also i added  a music player to the bottom of the page please if you like, or don't like what you hear vocalize, maybe suggest some music, just know my options are limited i had to use some crappy player because that was the only one Blogger would support...please listen to the songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-7328926828336236495?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/7328926828336236495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/7328926828336236495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/7328926828336236495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/what-weekend.html' title='What a weekend'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdqnthAjl4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/S4iut41GdFY/s72-c/CIMG3297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-8901837180372995426</id><published>2009-04-03T23:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T01:27:33.504-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Harder the Winter, The Greater the Spring</title><content type='html'>Prom is tomorrow, and my heart goes out to Alec, who just lost his date. Sorry dude. But back to the point of this blog, today was  fun! The day was a blur of knowledge and fun, the only class i really remember is web but only because i think i got about a million laughs out of me mouth. Big news though I gots me a tux-eto its not exactly the same color as Grace's dress, but its close enough that i don't think she will mind to much, and if she does then I'm boned. After that Kyle called me and asked if i wanted to go to Red Lobster, but i solemnly refused because the last time i went with Kyle the night ended...badly. Im pretty nervous about prom so i probably wont sleep but i really should try. I really want to go meet the mayor of turd town if you know what i mean. I kid I don't really need to i just like to say i do things like, skydive, grow chia pets, and alphabetize my collection of keys. I just went into my kitchen and it smells like fart, so i dont think i will be eating for a while, not if their cooking farts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Later that night) I totally forgot I bought looking for Alaska, by John Green (Lisa's future love slave), speaking of Lisa guess who forgot to blog on the 3rd...LISA EPIC FAIL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-8901837180372995426?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/8901837180372995426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/harder-winter-greater-spring.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/8901837180372995426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/8901837180372995426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/harder-winter-greater-spring.html' title='The Harder the Winter, The Greater the Spring'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-4354319291662947098</id><published>2009-04-03T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T01:02:44.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RUNDOWN!!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh the rage i felt this morning...last night. After i blogged i went to my computer to put some music on my ipod, because maybe Lisa would like to listen to it, so i plug my flash drive in, select all 50 songs and dragged them into itunes. So i thought i was do'in pretty McFly, so i went ahead and deleted the songs off of my flash drive. "Shit!!!" I screamed in my silent house. I had totally forgoten that i have to drag the songs off the flash drive to my computer. The unbelevable remorse i felt, you have no idea. For all who dont know if you delete something off a flash drive it doesn't go to the recycle bin it goes to hell, where it says, "fuck you", and  you can never recover it. So i basically wasted about 50 songs and countless hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to TT4L today that was fun. Lisa got to nerd out about some author she wants to have his children, I got to take copious amounts of free shit, Alec got to be around humans for once in his life. The people we saw though, some of those children had to of been home schooled they were to repulsive to be in a public place. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.hubpages.com/u/333373_f520.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 520px; height: 361px;" src="http://z.hubpages.com/u/333373_f520.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am really surprised we didn't see any of these guys there. All i did was search for anime convention and thats what came up. Lisa thinks she is the best driver in the world...and i agree we only slaughtered 10 children pre drive so new record. Alec had that whole Joe-Bro thing going on today, some of the girls there were like,"Oh god look it's Mexican Jonas!" so we had to run. On a happy note i did remember that i have to pick up my Tux tomorrow, I hope it looks pretty gangster!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-4354319291662947098?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4354319291662947098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/rundown.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/4354319291662947098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/4354319291662947098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/rundown.html' title='RUNDOWN!!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-4296114986312612719</id><published>2009-04-02T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T00:59:33.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Debate in my head</title><content type='html'>This is a thought process I am going through when I should be asleep.&lt;div&gt;1=optimist  2=pessimist  3=common sense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.Ok, I need to be happy, lets blog about candy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.Really thats how your gonna get through this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.Maybe thats just what i need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.how would you know what you need your an idiot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.be nice you dont deserve this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.how would you know what i need you cant even defend yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.yes i can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.really. look what your doing to yourself right now...how is this defensive...this is cruel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.how do i deserve this? im a good person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.good? good? thats a joke. you are a monster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.Stop being so depressing, i need to stop doing this to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.if you could stop you would of by now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.ha ha good one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.why dont we just stop and write something happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.you cant you worthless sack of crap...you should just give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.who do you think you are? i make people happy its what i do, i cant just give up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.you shouldn't live your life just to please other people, its not healthy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.please just be happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.happyness is for people who deserve it, you should just give up on life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.peple would miss me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.2 people at best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.I hate you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.you beter stop its getting close to midnight you dont want to miss our deadline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.not like your gonna sleep at night anyway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.i could sleep if i wanted to...so shpoople&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.nice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.get out of here your not ok right now, stop thinking so much your destroying yourself with these stupid thoughts, you should try getting a friend or a hobby your depressing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.your depressing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.this argument has become one sided im winning and i never win something is wrong please stop yourself, am i being caring screw this im out (leaves chat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.I win&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-4296114986312612719?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/4296114986312612719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/debate-in-my-head.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/4296114986312612719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/4296114986312612719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/04/debate-in-my-head.html' title='Debate in my head'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-2146179882573265340</id><published>2009-03-31T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:05:58.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH</title><content type='html'>I just added myself to the list of people I'm following...I R confused&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-2146179882573265340?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/2146179882573265340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/ugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/2146179882573265340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/2146179882573265340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/ugh.html' title='UGH'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3187542781623794354.post-5736624743473309196</id><published>2009-03-31T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:00:59.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wow ima Blogger!!!</title><content type='html'>Really its this easy? look at me I'm blogging...bloging...bloggin. Ya I like Bloggin better than the other versions. Just throwing this out there, knock knock! ORANGE. I cant find a reason to go to bed so i'll do this. Oh I wish I could put Music on this profile cuz I got a hanker'in for a...I dont know. I HAVE THE URGE TO TYPE IN CAPS (but not for long). I should make a movie, I'm thinking a documentary on...a baby...horse. Great movie, right? Starts at birth, ends with glue. Kidding i know i might lose my 2 readers if I put that down for seriousness. I wish I had a beet plant, I think that then I could verbally express my hatered for that accursed plant. "I always feel like somebodies watching me." Who was the lazy ass who looked at an 8 turned it sideways and said, "that looks like a number that never ends," I hate that guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3187542781623794354-5736624743473309196?l=coolguyadventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/feeds/5736624743473309196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow-ima-blogger.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/5736624743473309196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3187542781623794354/posts/default/5736624743473309196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coolguyadventures.blogspot.com/2009/03/wow-ima-blogger.html' title='wow ima Blogger!!!'/><author><name>Taylor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06454214053930258448</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_paAVWLMUoUs/SdLH_f7BhSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/F4Etn1NRHo0/S220/Colorado+042.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
