<?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-5812607</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:22:59.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Raptor's Base</title><subtitle type='html'>The base of the deadly Raptor.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107974178345479368</id><published>2004-03-19T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T19:18:48.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Wasn't it Monday yesterday?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies, especially when you're having fun.  I can't believe it's already Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the week has been great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107974178345479368?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107974178345479368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107974178345479368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107974178345479368' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107912901932931897</id><published>2004-03-12T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T17:05:57.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Your face, my fist.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, afterschool fucking sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christopher says to go with my 'girlfriend', Daniela.  I don't like her nor does she me, he just said that fucking around because of something that happened at the F.E.A. convention.  I give Wendy my book and I run after him and catch him but I fall on my knees and scrape then.  My left knee was bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while after I go to the front of the school to wait for my mom and then a long time after these three idiots - a girl and two guys - see me and one of them acts like he's headbanging.  He's obviously mocking rock because he knows I'm listening to rock.  So they come over to where I'm sitting and just start laughing at me.  For no reason.  I then get up and take off my headphones and I forgot what I said, but at one point I called the first guy prejudicial and that he stereotpyes and none of the three have any idea what the prejudicial and stereotype mean.  They were just being total asses.  I would have seriously hurt one of them had there not been more than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in a good mood.  I seriously want to break something.  I'd like that thing to be their faces, the two guys.  The girl is lucky she is a girl...damn bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107912901932931897?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107912901932931897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107912901932931897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107912901932931897' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107895267287801085</id><published>2004-03-10T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T16:06:49.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Change!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Nohemi is not pissed at me anymore.  Everyone now knows that the teacher never found out.  I wont' say I told them so! Gah.  I'm always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got an A on my math test.  An A!  I so needed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I sat on the skateboard of a friend of mine, whose name I forgot because it's kind of hard to pronounce, spell, and I forgot it because I met him last week.  Or the week before, but he's cool.  He's Alex's friend so...yeah.  They pushed me while I was on the skateboard and I was going and going and going and....I fell on ground.  It hurt.  My right hand stinged and like, my ass hurt.  And my elbow.  But it was so fucking awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee.  Well, tomorrow needs to pass and then I'll be seeing you guys on AIM and ezBoard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107895267287801085?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107895267287801085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107895267287801085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107895267287801085' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107886878631730574</id><published>2004-03-09T16:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T16:48:41.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Everything is falling apart...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Alexandria gave me my copy of the TMV booklet and I'm really happy.  However, it seems my friendship with Nohemi has ended becaus she is pissed off at me.  She has it in her mind that I told one of our teachers that some people cheated on a test.  I never did.  I swear that I never did.  I can't talk to her about it either because she won't listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems my friendships are falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterschool I talked with this friend of mine, Alex.  It seems that he has the same problem I have; losing friends and that it seems that his best friends don't care about him but he knows they do yet it doesn't show.  I feel the exact same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is coming so slow.  &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107886878631730574?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107886878631730574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107886878631730574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107886878631730574' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107868171626558448</id><published>2004-03-07T12:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T12:50:48.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;My true age.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jsimner/1062436747_sixteen.jpg" border="0" alt="My inner child is sixteen years old today"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;My inner child is sixteen years old!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while&lt;br&gt;adults might just accept that, I know&lt;br&gt;something's gotta change. And it's gonna&lt;br&gt;change, just as soon as I become an adult and&lt;br&gt;get some power of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jsimner/quizzes/How%20Old%20is%20Your%20Inner%20Child%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How Old is Your Inner Child?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107868171626558448?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107868171626558448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107868171626558448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107868171626558448' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107863009207211616</id><published>2004-03-06T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T22:35:32.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I'm sick of it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what?  I'm sick of it.  I am just so sick of it.  I just can't keep a conversation with anyone and I'm sick of it.  I can talk to someone now!  At the expense of not being able to talk to someone else.  And you guys don't even fucking like talking to me.  Do &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; ever IM &lt;/i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;?  Nope.  &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; have to IM &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;.  I'm starting to really think you don't want to talk to me and you're just obliged to talk to me.  I just wish I could talk to you guys, but no.  I can't because I fail at conversations.  So why keep on?  God, I am so tempted to stop being loving and being hateful.  I'm just so sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to leave a chat, would you ask me if something is wrong?  No.  You would not.  If I stay in the chat, no one talks to me.  If I leave, no one talks to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107863009207211616?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107863009207211616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107863009207211616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107863009207211616' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107862121014332539</id><published>2004-03-06T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T20:02:22.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;The catch.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never ordering something with one-day shipping from Amazon.com.  The check was sent on the twenty-fourth or twenty-fifth and the items were shipped yesterday and said to arrive today.  But the UPS website says it should arrive on the eigth.  Great, just fucking great.  I was so hyped, thinking they'd arrive today.  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, to the point of the title of this update, I've noticed that every time something good happens to me, there's always a catch.  I can't keep a conversation with person A, but I can with person B.  Now I can't keep one with person B and can with person A.  Fucking great.  Be able to talk with someone by losing another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all this fucking crap about Nicole and I making a good and/or cute couple is pissing me off.  It's going to get my fucking hopes up, and then they'll be smashed.  We just fucking hug in the way a couple hugs, that does not mean anything.  Fuck.  She doesn't like me as more than a friend, so there.  I am so sick of this shit.  I can't hug her without someone looking at us with an 'Awww' face or asking if we're going out.  I am so sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, friends, doesn't seem like they do care.  I'm sure they do, it just doesn't show at times.  I mean, not one of my friends ever IM...okay, so the ones from school do.  I mean everyone else.  And if they do IM me, it's to read something.  God damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's my little rant.  Will anyone read this unless I tell them to?  Nope.  Would they care?  Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107862121014332539?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107862121014332539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107862121014332539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107862121014332539' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107852261453255294</id><published>2004-03-05T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T16:54:20.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;Good day.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was alright, I understood what we were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computers was cool.  The air conditioning broke though and it was hot.  I found out my reading level during computers, too!  I - &lt;b&gt;who was not born in this country and did not learn English until kindergarten-ish&lt;/b&gt; - read at a 12th grade reading level.  I am that badass.  Even better, that's what I read at last year, in seventh grade.  Now I'm in eigth.  I am so fucking badass.  Someone give me a present, like a hug, kiss, or sex.  Hopefully all three.  Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sixth period was alright.  I got three participation points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Oh, dude, I look so awesome without a shirt and with these jeans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107852261453255294?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107852261453255294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107852261453255294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107852261453255294' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107791691899980995</id><published>2004-02-27T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T16:24:03.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Playing rough.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting thing of the day: in spillout I was talking with my friends and I had said 'fuck' at one point.  Daniela said, "Wow!  I didn't know you said bad words.".  I then said, "Oh, hell, yeah." and starting pushing Leo saying stupid things like, "What the fuck, bitch?" and stuff.  I was pushing him and he was pushing me.  AND I CUT MY FUCKING FINGER WITH HIS FUCKING WATCH!  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurt, and then it was such an ugly wound.  I never went to the office because I didn't want to.  I'd appreciate any hugs you guys give me.  Meaning, hug me.  Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to buy the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000067UO7/002-8290133-4671235?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;coliid=I3AMRDF3QIOY8N&amp;colid=256WA8DAEPNCH"&gt;Halo soundtrack&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00000116S/002-8290133-4671235?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;coliid=I3QCHFTC4YWZT1&amp;colid=256WA8DAEPNCH"&gt;Akira soundtrack&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107791691899980995?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107791691899980995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107791691899980995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107791691899980995' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107774347886479088</id><published>2004-02-25T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T18:37:03.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Good day so far.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far it's been a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In first period, we almost finished the yearbook.  In homeroom we got our progress report cards and this is what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These aren't my report card grades, but my progress report.  The grades aren't final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is my academic grade, second is conduct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yearbook - A A - Comment 5, 7&lt;br /&gt;Algebra 1 - C A - Comment 17, 25&lt;br /&gt;US History - B A&lt;br /&gt;Computers - A A&lt;br /&gt;Earth/Space Science - B A&lt;br /&gt;Language Arts - B A - Comment 7&lt;br /&gt;Homeroom - A for conduct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - Is very self-directive; can work independently.&lt;br /&gt;7 - Shows excellent class attitude.&lt;br /&gt;17 - Needs to improve grades on exams.&lt;br /&gt;25 - In danger of falling below "C".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third period was alright.  Fifth was quite fun.  At one point, Ms. Candela was talking about how the people are fucking up the forests and she said that there is a nice word that says what's happening to the forests but she can't say it since she's a teacher.  She then tells a friend of mine, Jimmy, to say it for her, and Jimmy pretty much says "Fuck".  And she says, "Jimmy!" and he says "Fuck/ing/ed" quite a lot of times.  Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing Ms. Candela did in class was tell me that she heard I was reading Johnny Got His Gun.  She started to talking with me about for a few minutes and she said I need to read something happy now.  Thank you Art!  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the movie The Passion of the Christ by Mel Gibson came out in theatres.  I want to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the month is ending pretty good.  Until next time, adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107774347886479088?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107774347886479088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107774347886479088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107774347886479088' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107756924990358126</id><published>2004-02-23T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T15:49:31.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Help me, please...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was alright.  Alexandria read my latest poems and she hugged me twice, saying they were really emotional.  Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm totally lost.  I just don't know what to do.  My emotions are a wreck and I have no one to help me.  This is a cry for help, yes.  Please...just one of you help me.  Please...I'm not asking for much, just help me.  I beg you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I'm going to buy these things from Amazon.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0000057C5/qid=1077569076//ref=pd_ka_1/002-8290133-4671235?v=glance&amp;s=music&amp;n=507846"&gt;"Sehnsucht" by Rammstein&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B000063NCW/qid=1077569110//ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i4_xgl15/002-8290133-4671235?v=glance&amp;s=music&amp;n=507846"&gt;"Second Stage Turbine Blade" by Coheed and Cambria&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0000CD5FZ/qid=1077569110//ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i2_xgl15/002-8290133-4671235?v=glance&amp;s=music&amp;n=507846"&gt;"In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3" by Coheed and Cambria&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00007FPGE/qid=1077569157//ref=pd_ka_3/002-8290133-4671235?v=glance&amp;s=music&amp;n=507846"&gt;Kingdom Hearts soundtrack&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0001E5KTQ/qid=1077569201//ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i1_xgl63/002-8290133-4671235?v=glance&amp;s=videogames&amp;n=507846"&gt;Pokémon Colosseum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm buying.  And don't judge me over the last item.  Bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, please, I'd like some help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107756924990358126?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107756924990358126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107756924990358126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107756924990358126' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107749078098195039</id><published>2004-02-22T17:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T20:27:39.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Sunday sucks.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday is always boring and there is never anything to do.  And we have the new week to look forward to.  Not really a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day has sucked so much.  Filled with so much boredom.  Gah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm updating my blog to tell you that the Javi you guys knew is gone.  No more nice Javi.  Now it's just going to be good ol' coldhearted Javi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Okay, so, I'm still deciding wether to be coldhearted or actually care.  If any of you would like to help me, I'd appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've noticed that none of you read my blog unless I tell you I've updated it.  Some friends you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107749078098195039?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107749078098195039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107749078098195039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107749078098195039' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107740944801405834</id><published>2004-02-21T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T20:05:06.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Tired.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up at around eight and my parents and I go to install a kitchen.  I do so much work there.  I'm tired.  So fucking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, a plank of wood hit me in the chest.  Two cabinets ripped off some of my skin under my left arm, it was just red.  And I cut myself on my left hand, on my palm near the bottom right corner and I can open the wound so that's not good.  If anyone of you want to kiss my injuries and make them better, you're welcome to do so.  Or hugs.  Lots and lots of hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom hit her hand really hard against this stone thing with a cabinet that I was helping her carry.  She got tears in her eyes and her voice cracked up.  That made me snap, I started crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm home.  I'm tired.  Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I just took a shower, and the cut on my palm hurt so fucking much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107740944801405834?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107740944801405834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107740944801405834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107740944801405834' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107731150390104131</id><published>2004-02-20T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T16:13:41.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;And life goes on.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last night I was dealt a blow to my heart - and I am at fault - but life goes on.  It wasn't lethal, nor does my heart need to mend.  It was about time I heard that, I guess.  I knew it all along but it still hurts to hear it.  Anyways, it'll get better.  Nothing has really changed.  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During math today we did some crap out of the sharpen up for FCAT workbook since a majority of the class went to the Coral Gables High School orientation and they didn't come back until fourth period.  The school was showing off, with their band and stuff.  Eh...Coral Gables has four language classes: French, Spanish, German, and Italian.  I want to learn German but South Miami - where I'm going - only has Italian, French, and Spanish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fourth period I went to Mr. Latinette's class to help out, but we didn't really do much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sixth we did &lt;i&gt;another&lt;/i&gt; FCAT practice thing.  I did better on this one, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I put up two new poems last night on deviant: &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/5373218/"&gt;Truth&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/5373820/"&gt;Comfort&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107731150390104131?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107731150390104131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107731150390104131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107731150390104131' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107714332919555432</id><published>2004-02-18T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T17:37:14.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Bling.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've put four new poems on my deviant page, so check that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucked, as usual.  In fourth period we took this typing test on this website and I got - out of three tries - an average of 61 words-per-minute.  Zero mistakes and my accuracy was good.  I just took the test three times on my computer and I got 7something, 74, and 105 WPM.  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.learn2type.com/"&gt;www.learn2type.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school was fun.  It was fucking cold!  I got lots of hugs though.  Nicole and I hugged for a pretty long time twice.  And I threw down my math book, 'defying authority' so I could put both arms around her.  Hehe.  Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Johnny Got His Gun, The Lord of the Rings: The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, and The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers today at Barnes &amp; Noble.  I'm reading Johnny Got His Gun.  Pretty good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107714332919555432?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107714332919555432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107714332919555432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107714332919555432' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107662137714574487</id><published>2004-02-12T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T16:32:49.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;This whole week sucks.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In first period we have to do another damn layout sheet for the yearbook.  In third we finished some work and Nohemi was angry with me.  Mr. David told us that he'd give extra credit to whoever found out what two words are in alchemist.  I was trying to help Nohemi - however I got a kind of arrogant in doing so - and she got angry with me.  In fifth we had to do &lt;i&gt;ANOTHER&lt;/i&gt; FCAT post-test because someone screwed up in the administration.  We got the time after that off though, so that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterschool was eh.  Not much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am, without a shirt - why, I do not know - and playing GunBound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, in first period Melissa started rubbing my hand and stuff and when the period was almost over I got a group hug from Wendy, Alexandria, and Melissa.  Whoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Burger King to get a double cheeseburger and king sized fries.  The cheeseburger was good, the fries sucked.  There are onion rings with my fries.  I didn't ask for onion rings.  I should sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should put on a shirt....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107662137714574487?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107662137714574487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107662137714574487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107662137714574487' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107653638225471076</id><published>2004-02-11T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T16:54:50.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Hugs all around.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School sucked, like normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterschool was fun.  I got over ten hugs.  ^_^  Adrianna kicked me where it hurts and thus, I got more hugs.  Nicole even kissed me on the cheek.  So that's cool.  Chris only got hugged because he kept bitching about how he doesn't get any hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo...this update just...sucks.  Yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107653638225471076?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107653638225471076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107653638225471076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107653638225471076' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107644942097713904</id><published>2004-02-10T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T16:45:28.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Banned!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a while.  Well, yesterday I got my MegaWargreymon2 account globally banned on ezBoard due to having my fifth flooding warning.  I was almost to 10,000 posts at Lakeside, too.  *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I need to work on my jealousy.  It's a bitch.  &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fifth period Ms. Candela had to kill one of her goldfish because the other goldfish was attacking the first one.  It would have died eventually so she did him a favor.  With a hammer.  Second time she had to kill one in the past two weeks.  When class ended I was talking to her about the fish and I said that I don't think the other students realize that it's better to die fast and painless than slowly and painfully.  She was glad that I understood that.  The other students kind of laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school I talked with Nicole and got like, five hugs.  ^_^ She had to go and I was giving her a good-bye hug but I wasn't letting go.  I see this other girl, Amanda, ask me from far away if Nicole and I were together.  Damn it, since when does two people hugging each other mean they're a couple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FCAT Writing was pretty easy.  I don't think I did well, though.  I should've written about computers and not the damn telephone but I forgot.  *cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've been playing WarCraft III: The Frozen Throne online and I've won.  Four versus four, though, but I still won.  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107644942097713904?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107644942097713904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107644942097713904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107644942097713904' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107568037686410400</id><published>2004-02-01T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T19:10:36.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Pictures!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strike9.com/file.ashx?path=%5cDeadlyRaptor%5cfullsize%5cB.jpg"&gt;Mr. Benitez - Chaperone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strike9.com/file.ashx?path=%5cDeadlyRaptor%5cfullsize%5cGroup+2.jpg"&gt;Maria wanted a group shot here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strike9.com/file.ashx?path=%5cDeadlyRaptor%5cfullsize%5cGroup+1.jpg"&gt;A group shot of the guys - including me - in the line for Invasion at Disney Quest&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strike9.com/file.ashx?path=%5cDeadlyRaptor%5cfullsize%5cFormal.jpg"&gt;A picture at lunch or breakfast, I forgot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strike9.com/file.ashx?path=%5cDeadlyRaptor%5cfullsize%5cFight!.jpg"&gt;The guys just fighting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strike9.com/file.ashx?path=%5cDeadlyRaptor%5cfullsize%5cChaperones.jpg"&gt;The Chaperones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strike9.com/file.ashx?path=%5cDeadlyRaptor%5cfullsize%5cMiami+High.jpg"&gt;Miami High girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107568037686410400?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107568037686410400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107568037686410400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107568037686410400' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107567216206896871</id><published>2004-02-01T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T16:50:59.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I missed you!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The convention kicked ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride over there was fun.  I left my batteries in my bag that we put under the bus and I took out the old batteries in my CD player.  Chris lent me his batteries and I killed them...oops.  When we got to the hotel, we went up to one room and put our stuff there.  After that we went to our separate rooms.  We changed clothing and went downstairs to the conference room.  Rollcall was quite fun; all the schools had a little cheer.  Ours sucked.  So, this guy was talking and crap and then one representative from every chapter went to ask him a question.  He never answered the FCAT questions that were negative.  This guy sucks.  So, Chris and Maria go up and ask if he thinks the state legislation should take the FCAT, and if they would pass.  Lots of cheering.  And guess what?  The guy was talking, yes, but never answered the question.  I fucking hate him.  Then, when we went to eat and dance, I met the guy.  He was making fun of my name.  Fucking whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Mr. Benitez - who will be referred to as B, which is what we call him - slept in one bed, Danny in the extra bed and I slept in the same bed as Chris.  Nothing gay you bastards.  I must say, the girls were pretty hot.  The reason is because our school uniforms make everyone uglier than they are.  We ate at McDonalds that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Satuday we went to DisneyQuest after breakfast and lunch.  We had to go in business clothing to breakfast and lunch and all the sessions....*cough*.  DisneyQuest rocked.  We scored 3151 points in the Pirates of the Caribbean ride.  We also went on the Invasion one and kicked lots of ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning rocked.  Maria won first place in the essay contest and second in the speech contest.  We also won first place for the chapter display.  I took a picture of the high school girls, the ones from Miami High that came on the same bus as us.  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats a quick highlight.  I feel like crying out of joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107567216206896871?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107567216206896871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107567216206896871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107567216206896871' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107516339385718014</id><published>2004-01-26T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T19:31:26.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Carpel jets.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background Music: "Drunkship of Lanters" by The Mars Volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math was boring as usual.  Fourth period was alright.  Mr. Heras let some of us go to the lab with Mr. Hurtado to see animals in pond scum.  I saw some and it was disgusting, but cool.  In sixth we watched more of "Uprising".  Quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it.  Thats all I have to say.  Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107516339385718014?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107516339385718014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107516339385718014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107516339385718014' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107507625219923686</id><published>2004-01-25T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T19:19:03.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Bandwagoner am I.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="300" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disorder&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#paranoid"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#schizoid"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#schizotypal"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#antisocial"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#borderline"&gt;Borderline&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#histrionic"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#narcissistic"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#avoidant"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#000099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Low&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#dependent"&gt;Dependent&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#990099" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;Moderate&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/disorder_information2.html#obsessive"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font color="#cc0033" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;High&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" align="center"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="arial" size="-1"&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;Personality Disorder Test - Take It!&lt;/a&gt; --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107507625219923686?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107507625219923686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107507625219923686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107507625219923686' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107489635226932612</id><published>2004-01-23T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T17:20:41.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Fun times.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to school, but we had no school. I went to help out Mrs. Belew, but there really wasn't anything to do. It was quite fun, though. Chris and I helped Ms. Peckins with something and we walked alot, good exercise. I went to Mr. Latinette's class to ask him about a page in the yearbook and I saw these pictures and I looked at them. There were two pictures of me, though both were the same. One was good, the other blurry. He let me keep the blurry one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, its from the back though. It was taken yesterday, and I didn't even know it was taken. I'm working on the layout for the clubs in the yearbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strike9.com/file.ashx?path=%2fDeadlyRaptor%2ffullsize%2fJavier.jpg"&gt;Here I am.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107489635226932612?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107489635226932612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107489635226932612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107489635226932612' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107481723463103930</id><published>2004-01-22T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T19:22:02.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;I want to kill, seriously.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6:32:10 PM) You have just entered room "Chat 41882833010770558586."&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (6:32:28 PM): Heylo.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247 (6:32:36 PM): wendy ask him&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (6:32:55 PM): ...what?&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:32:59 PM): brb&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247 (6:33:10 PM): wendy&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247 (6:33:39 PM): wendy wanted to know if there was a metting tommorow&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247 (6:34:39 PM): javi talki to wendy cause i got to go&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (6:34:42 PM): Alright.&lt;br /&gt;(6:34:44 PM) Chrismike247 has left the room.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (6:35:50 PM): Well, we don't really have a meeting tomorrow but I think we're supposed to go tomorrow to prepare for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:42:33 PM): im here os wats up&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:42:41 PM): hey javi wats ^&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:42:52 PM): come on u guys wake up&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (6:42:53 PM): Hey.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (6:43:06 PM): Actually, I can't see what Johnathan says.  I blocked him.&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:43:10 PM): im listenin 2 metallica&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:43:24 PM): well un blok him&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:43:36 PM): lol stop fightin&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:43:39 PM): plz&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (6:43:51 PM): Eh, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:43:59 PM): I dont figure that will ever happen&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (6:44:01 PM): I can hear him in the chat now.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (6:44:15 PM): Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:44:20 PM): u cant see him at all &lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:44:30 PM): Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:44:32 PM): javi be mature unblok him&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (6:44:39 PM): Bah, I can see his text.&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:44:44 PM): john joh unblok javi&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:44:52 PM): Fine.....&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:45:07 PM): Happy?&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:45:25 PM): yes javi now its ure turn he unbloked u&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (6:45:28 PM): Eh, whatever, I'll unblock him.&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:45:31 PM): u do the same&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:45:37 PM): Uh so now what?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (6:45:43 PM): ...there we go.&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:45:47 PM): Ok&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:45:51 PM): i dk can every1 see each others txt&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:46:03 PM): Y....eah&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:46:25 PM): So...&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:46:33 PM): oh ok so watz^ wat yall doin 2morrow&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (6:46:44 PM): Going to school.&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:47:05 PM): Gonna watch on T.V the Tremors series&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:47:14 PM): lol ok&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:47:17 PM): Cool movie too&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (6:47:32 PM): They have four Tremors movies&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:47:41 PM): any of u b-liev in love at 1st sight&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:48:02 PM): Yeah but i havnt watched the first one...&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (6:48:04 PM): Nope.&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:48:08 PM): no&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:48:12 PM): oh ok&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:48:14 PM): well a little&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:48:16 PM): just wonderin&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:48:20 PM): me 2 a lil&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (6:48:23 PM): The first Tremors movie rocked.&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:48:35 PM): i havent watched it&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:48:42 PM): I like the third and second one&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:48:51 PM): its cool&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:49:04 PM): the fourth isnt bad&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:50:11 PM): the movie sounds kool&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:50:35 PM): Yup do you know what the movies are about Wendy?&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:50:35 PM): im playin kim possible&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:51:07 PM): no not really&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:51:42 PM): There about underground cannabilistic worms that eat people&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:52:02 PM): There bigger than a mini-van&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:52:22 PM): oh yeah ive seen all of those movies&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:52:26 PM): i love part 2&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:52:30 PM): yup&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:52:38 PM): sorry i didnt know the name&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:52:43 PM): My friend let me borrow it&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:52:55 PM): lol whos da friend&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:53:06 PM): u guys think  im funny'&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:53:26 PM): Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:53:39 PM): wat bout javi&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (6:53:45 PM): Of course.&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:54:02 PM): Why you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:54:23 PM): are u guys lying cuz  javi u always turn away and b-come serious every time i say somethin funny&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:54:29 PM): i dk&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (6:54:37 PM): Nah, you're funny.&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:54:41 PM): cuz  well u remeber me in daa 6th grade&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:54:42 PM): N....o&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:54:49 PM): i was kinda more serious and so&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:55:34 PM): yeah i do sorry&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (6:55:39 PM): .....no.&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:55:41 PM): Not really&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:56:00 PM): well i anit sayin any names but wen some kids in this class were gonna do a group project they didnt wanna choose me b-cuz i was dumb and really immature&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:56:11 PM): i was wonderin if i should turn more serious&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:56:23 PM): No way Wendy&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:56:31 PM): Stay the way you are&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:56:40 PM): lol thanku john john&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (6:56:44 PM): Yup.&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:56:48 PM): Trust me you dont wanna be like us&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:56:49 PM): can i call u that from now on&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:56:59 PM): Sure&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:57:15 PM): lol that way no1 can bother i used 2 be a statue in elmentary school&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:57:27 PM): LOL&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (6:57:30 PM): Wait, what do you mean, 'like us'?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (6:57:48 PM): You're saying that you and I are mature?&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:57:49 PM): i was the most serious person in da class but then i changed in myself and  other interests&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:57:52 PM): OK like me .You know seroius&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (6:58:00 PM): Ah, alright.&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:58:36 PM): no even more serious than either 1 of u&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:58:45 PM): No way&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (6:59:14 PM): even if i did talk its like u couldve hardly heard me but then i changed i stoped bein serious and turned all active and unshy&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (6:59:43 PM): Hum........&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:00:00 PM): don tell any1 ins chool ok plz i trust u guys even if this isnt really important&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:00:21 PM): Dont worry Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:00:43 PM): You know you can count on us.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:01:16 PM): Whats wits the us?&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:01:19 PM): lol ok&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:01:52 PM): Does that mean your going to tell?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:02:02 PM): What?&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:02:20 PM): I said she can trust us both&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:02:25 PM): Duh!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:02:36 PM): lol&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:02:54 PM): Okay.&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:03:04 PM): Geez your slow.&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:03:08 PM): :-D&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:03:49 PM): Bite me.&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:04:07 PM): Huh?&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:04:42 PM): Ill be right back gonna get something.&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:05:55 PM): ok&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:06:41 PM): Im back&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:06:51 PM): ok lets talk hello any1 home&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:07:03 PM): yeah&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:07:08 PM): Yup.&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:07:27 PM): im actually eating while i type&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:08:07 PM): Wow, I do that all the time.&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:08:26 PM): ok&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:08:36 PM): Mr.Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:08:43 PM): ...kiss my ass.&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:09:00 PM): see what i mean Wendy&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:09:22 PM): It was a bad idea to invite him&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:09:24 PM): ....you're the one who fucking started it by calling me "Mr. Sunshine", you fucking idiot&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:09:31 PM): wat the heak stop&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:09:44 PM): Geez loius&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:09:44 PM): stop it man &lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:10:14 PM): This is what happens all the time&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:10:15 PM): whos louis&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:10:26 PM): y doesnt it happen in school&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:10:34 PM): I said geez luizzzz&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:10:47 PM): it does&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:10:48 PM): oh ok&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:11:14 PM): im hungry &lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:11:24 PM): And probaly hes gonna block me Watch....&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:11:27 PM): ...ugh, Johnathan, you're a fucking idiot.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:11:32 PM): ...you know what?  I am going to block you.&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:11:34 PM): im on a diet though it suks i gotta loose 50 pds&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:11:45 PM): no stop&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:11:46 PM): Here we go again with the insults&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:11:52 PM): You act as if its my fault I said to kiss my ass, yet you started it.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:11:57 PM): Johnathan, dude, fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:12:04 PM): STOP&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:12:11 PM): Oh brother:-D&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:12:25 PM): This might take a while&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:12:37 PM): i aint in between this dumb  argument&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:12:46 PM): stop the cursin we r all friend&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:13:00 PM): ....fuck you, Johnathan.&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:13:07 PM): Yuo know Nohemi and Priscilla are right about you Javier!&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:13:16 PM): javier stop it man&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:13:31 PM): Oh, really?&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:13:33 PM): I agree with them 100%&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:13:34 PM): don drag them in2 it becuz u are all goin2 get in a fight&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:13:34 PM): What did they say?&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:13:51 PM): None of your business&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:14:01 PM): ong&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:14:03 PM): They probably didn't say anything, you're just saying that.&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:14:05 PM): i mean omg&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:14:09 PM): Forget i said it&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:14:12 PM): And it is my business because it concerns me, you fucking idiot.&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:14:35 PM): Would you stop saying that MAN!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:14:37 PM): just ignore me like every1 else does&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:14:39 PM): Saying what?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:14:44 PM): Aww, I'm sorry Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:14:51 PM): Its just I'm really pissed now.  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:15:02 PM): Wendy wanna go into a private chat&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:15:15 PM): ?&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:15:23 PM): no lets just chat here&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:15:38 PM): :-Mayi0414 (7:15:39 PM): because we are all friends right?!&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:15:49 PM): Damn it, you fucking started Johnathan.&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:16:03 PM): javier forget about it&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:16:07 PM): Fine, fine.&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:16:17 PM): \ignore the problem lets just continue talkin&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:16:23 PM): ok&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:16:24 PM): No, Wendy, thats bad.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:16:32 PM): If you ignore the problem it will never be solved.&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:16:34 PM): thats not bad&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:16:38 PM): If it is never solved, we'll still argue.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:16:44 PM): So...we need to face the problem.&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:16:47 PM): Geez is that the only word you say while you know GOD is listening to your every curse&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:16:58 PM): FUCK GOD!&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:17:01 PM): well y would some1 waste their time tryin 2 solve a dumb problem&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:17:03 PM): I'm going to Hell, and I don't fucking care!&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:17:21 PM): You go to Heaven and suck your God's all mighty cock.&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (7:17:25 PM): Oh Javier ..............&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:17:28 PM): Ugh, fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:17:31 PM): Just, fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:17:36 PM): Thats it, I'm blocking you.&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:17:37 PM): hell and heaven dont exist&lt;br /&gt;Mayi0414 (7:17:39 PM): wen we die&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (7:17:44 PM): I'm sorry Wendy, but I'm blocking him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107481723463103930?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107481723463103930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107481723463103930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107481723463103930' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107481473408966412</id><published>2004-01-22T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T18:41:49.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Deep shit.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First period was fun, I was putting the headlines for some of the clubs in the yearbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the eye doctor guy thing - someone tell me the term used to call these people &gt;_&lt; - to check out my eyes.  My vision is 20/60.  And the number thing is 1.50.  Over the years, by the time I get to to twenty-one years old, it'll be a three.  My eyes will become worse and worse.  I don't have my glasses right now, but they should arrive tomorrow or Saturday.  They're bronze and titanium.  Bendable.  Nifty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the doctor looked at me, I asked him what this poster had, and it was your eye from inside of your head.  He was telling me of the CD ratio, and how that the eye that had more white was in deep shit.  He literally said, 'deep shit'.  Hehe.  Old guy, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107481473408966412?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107481473408966412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107481473408966412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107481473408966412' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107437735462968817</id><published>2004-01-17T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T17:10:38.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I rock.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background Music: "Ready to Die" by Andrew W.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gots a new commenting system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spend at least 20 minutes exercising. I was watching this movie, Gladiator about these kids that are boxers and when I saw their muscles, I just got motivated to do some exercising. So, I spent some time doing push-ups and it hurt my upper arm but it was awesome. I then spent the rest of the time jumping rope. I then showered because my feet were dirty seeing as how I was in the backyard and dirt flew into my shoes. Also, I forgot to shower last night, so I killed two birds with one stone. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be doing this from now on, especially next week since I only have school on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. I'm so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107437735462968817?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107437735462968817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107437735462968817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107437735462968817' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107429237112932053</id><published>2004-01-16T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T17:34:13.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Ugh...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (5:21:36 PM): killer monkeys attacked my friend&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (5:21:40 PM): Okay&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (5:24:24 PM): and hes about to swim in a pond full of crocodiles&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (5:24:36 PM): Okay.&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (5:25:31 PM): and now technologically developed dinosars are attacking us&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (5:25:57 PM): Johnathan, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (5:26:22 PM): yeah you wouldnt care if someone died&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (5:26:28 PM): Hey, whats Nohemi's screenname?  I asked her today for it and she forgot to give it to me.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (5:26:33 PM): Yes, I would, you fucking idiot.&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (5:26:43 PM): yeah right&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (5:27:10 PM): What, you mean when I didn't care about those people in Iraq?  I don't know them.  If I did, I would care.&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (5:27:23 PM): remember when i asked you that 100.000 people died in IrAN&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (5:27:34 PM): You never told me that.&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (5:27:42 PM): YES IDID&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (5:27:47 PM): No, you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (5:28:03 PM): Hey, Johnathan, what is Nohemi's screen name?&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (5:28:21 PM): yes i remember and you didnt care because you dont live there&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (5:28:35 PM): What?  I don't care because I don't know those people.&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (5:28:52 PM): crazpunk1533&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (5:29:22 PM): happy?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (5:29:32 PM): Yes.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (5:30:08 PM): Is that really it, or are you lying?&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (5:30:19 PM): no im not&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 (5:30:29 PM): she not online neither&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (5:30:52 PM): I know.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6 (5:31:13 PM): Well, thank you.  Now, you're annoying me too damn much.  Go away.  I'm blocking you for a while.&lt;br /&gt;tornadoace6 signed off at 5:31:16 PM. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107429237112932053?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107429237112932053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107429237112932053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107429237112932053' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107428947393920447</id><published>2004-01-16T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T16:45:55.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Mmm...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background Music: "Sad But True" by Metallica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The math test was really easy.  I'm sure I got at least a B.  I was selling yearbook reservations and it was quite fun.  Sixth period, we watched a moive, "The Attic".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to say this yesterday, I met this kid, Fat Joe.  I hear a lot of people talk about him.  Well, he listens to rap.  When I talked to him, he was really nice.  He asked me what kind of music I listen to and I said rock.  He asked me if I like the Heavy Metal kind of the other stuff, and I said I like it all.  He said, "Thats cool.  I won't hold it against you.".  That was just...awesome.  See, ever other person that listens to rap in my school is a fucking ass.  "Yo, yo, wazzp, nigga."  Its so annoying.  Its nice seeing something different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107428947393920447?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107428947393920447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107428947393920447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107428947393920447' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107419274224982607</id><published>2004-01-15T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T15:08:28.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Early release, wheee.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background Music: "What Do You Do For Money Honey" by AC/DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an early release day at school, we get out at 12:30.  Quite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The midterm for Yearbook was easier than I thought it'd be.  Third period was fun.  We learned about slavery and stuff.  No fifth period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, when Alexandria's mom came to pick her up, she told her other friends to come meet her mom and then she said, "Javier, come meet my too." and I really appreciated it.  Also, these two guys were making fun of this guy thats gay.  That pissed me off to no end.  I should have said something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I forgot to say, when school was almost over, I went over to where Priscilla and Nohemi sit.  Priscilla then untied my shoe and Nohemi tried too and we started playing around.  I took off Priscilla's shoe.  Twas quite fun.  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107419274224982607?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107419274224982607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107419274224982607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107419274224982607' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107412599043899286</id><published>2004-01-14T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T19:21:10.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Dead?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background Music: "Don't Push Love Away" by The Juliana Theory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so my blog has kind of died.  I'm going to start updating it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was alright today.  I got my grade for the math test I took on Monday.  An F.  If any of you want to help me,  I'll love you even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computers was fun.  Since we were going to do a spreadsheet, Mr. Heras told the second years to help whoever needed help. I helped some people.  I then finished doing my spreadsheet in like, three minutes.  Victor didn't believe I finished it that fast, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language Arts was fun.  We took our midterm which was quite easy.  We had a fire drill and Mrs. Belew caught Richard drinking water during it and she yelled at him.  Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Jeremy is going to lend me "Back in Black" by AC/DC.  Can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107412599043899286?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107412599043899286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107412599043899286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107412599043899286' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107392837653044283</id><published>2004-01-12T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T12:27:34.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Damn machines.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed me?  I thought not.  My modem has malfunctioned and I have thus lost my Internet connection.  I'm typing this from a school computer.  A new modem will arrive for me in a few days, so expect me back by the end of this week.  Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107392837653044283?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107392837653044283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107392837653044283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107392837653044283' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107280630261262414</id><published>2003-12-30T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T12:46:07.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Damn PETA.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://money.cnn.com/pf/features/popups/crazy_ads/frameset.4.exclude.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that they want to protect animals and stuff, but thats fucking stupid.  The only good thing they have going with them is having nude models.  But, last time I checked, we get proteins from meat that we can't get from vegetables.  Eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107280630261262414?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107280630261262414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107280630261262414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107280630261262414' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107259201176867438</id><published>2003-12-28T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T01:14:34.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;A trend, I say.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stole from Matt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2003 that you'd never done before?&lt;br /&gt;- Write poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your New Years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;- I'll make one for next year.  To be more mature in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die?&lt;br /&gt;- Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;- None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2004 that you lacked in 2003?&lt;br /&gt;- Sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What date from 2003 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;- December 26th, 2003 because I almost lost a friend but in the end things were worked out and I found my calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;- Writing poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;- Getting bad grades on my science tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;- A cold and depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;- "De-loused in the Comatorium" by The Mars Volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration?&lt;br /&gt;- My own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;- My own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;- Games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;- Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2003?&lt;br /&gt;- "Take the Veil Cerpin Taxt" by The Mars Volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;i. Happier or sadder? Happier.&lt;br /&gt;ii. thinner or fatter? I hope a bit fatter.&lt;br /&gt;iii. richer or poorer? Poorer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;br /&gt;- Loving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;- Bitching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How will you be spending Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;- Playing games and listening to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2003?&lt;br /&gt;- Yup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many one-night stands?&lt;br /&gt;- None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;- Pokémon.  Don't judge me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;- I dislike Christopher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;- "Dune" by Frank Herbert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;- The Mars Volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What did you want and get?&lt;br /&gt;- Loving friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt;- Sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;br /&gt;- "The Matrix Reloaded"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;- I forgot and I was thirteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;- Someone to love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2003?&lt;br /&gt;- *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;- My friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;- Um...Keanu Reeves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt;- Does Bush count as a political issue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Who did you miss?&lt;br /&gt;- Susan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Who was the best new person you met?&lt;br /&gt;- Fuck this.  I'm picking three people; Crystal, Matt, and Art.  In no particular order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2003?&lt;br /&gt;- There is always someone out there that loves you, even if you don't see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.&lt;br /&gt;- "Mein herz brennt!" - "Mein Herz Brennt" by Rammstein.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107259201176867438?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107259201176867438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107259201176867438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107259201176867438' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107259077597346517</id><published>2003-12-28T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T00:53:58.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;Some more...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Warm Blood&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she dashes through my mind,&lt;br /&gt;She warms my blood,&lt;br /&gt;Its a feeling I've never felt before,&lt;br /&gt;Its a feeling no one has come close to giving me,&lt;br /&gt;My blood becomes warmer than lightning,&lt;br /&gt;Hotter than the sun,&lt;br /&gt;She is the first to,&lt;br /&gt;Warm up my blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Flaming Courage&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His courage is greater than that of ten lions.&lt;br /&gt;He fears nothing,&lt;br /&gt;His courage comes from those he loves,&lt;br /&gt;And he fights for them,&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing greater,&lt;br /&gt;Than his flaming courage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107259077597346517?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107259077597346517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107259077597346517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107259077597346517' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107249758752714407</id><published>2003-12-26T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T23:00:48.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;Beauty.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by how most girls these days pick boyfriends only because they're cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beauty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men are all nice,&lt;br /&gt;They are all great,&lt;br /&gt;She tosses each and everyone away,&lt;br /&gt;Her answer to why she does this is simple,&lt;br /&gt;"Too ugly,."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes a serene walk around the pond,&lt;br /&gt;And finds a greenish frog,&lt;br /&gt;She bends down and picks it up,&lt;br /&gt;And pecks it on its lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a dazzling transformation,&lt;br /&gt;The frog is no longer,&lt;br /&gt;In it's place is a prince,&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful prince,&lt;br /&gt;He is not as nice as the other men,&lt;br /&gt;Nor is he as great,&lt;br /&gt;But she falls in love with him,&lt;br /&gt;Only because of his beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She flirts him off to the other women,&lt;br /&gt;They all shake their heads,&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't understand,&lt;br /&gt;She then just scowls at them,&lt;br /&gt;They walk to the pond,&lt;br /&gt;To have a little fun,&lt;br /&gt;Their rapturous kissing is stopped,&lt;br /&gt;By the roar of a bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prince cowers behind her,&lt;br /&gt;And she asks whats wrong,&lt;br /&gt;He says he is scared,&lt;br /&gt;And then she realizes,&lt;br /&gt;That she shouldn't judge by outside beauty,&lt;br /&gt;But by the beauty inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prince then turns back into a frog,&lt;br /&gt;And he hops, hops, hops away,&lt;br /&gt;She gets a tingling sensation,&lt;br /&gt;And then the world becomes titanic,&lt;br /&gt;She can't feel her arms or legs,&lt;br /&gt;She can't feel at all,&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't got a face anymore,&lt;br /&gt;She has turned into an,&lt;br /&gt;Ugly frog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107249758752714407?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107249758752714407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107249758752714407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107249758752714407' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107249408680193617</id><published>2003-12-26T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T22:02:28.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;They aren't angsty, right?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;From the Darkness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling...&lt;br /&gt;Falling into the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;Falling...&lt;br /&gt;No escape,&lt;br /&gt;I'm being consumed by it,&lt;br /&gt;Torn apart,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot keep my eyes open,&lt;br /&gt;For they are being consumed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A final flash of light appears,&lt;br /&gt;The light comes down,&lt;br /&gt;The light disperses and a crystal appears,&lt;br /&gt;It shatters...&lt;br /&gt;Hope is not lost,&lt;br /&gt;For a small four winged fairy appears,&lt;br /&gt;And gently taps my nose,&lt;br /&gt;I can barely see her,&lt;br /&gt;But my vision then returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop falling,&lt;br /&gt;The darkness begins to disperse,&lt;br /&gt;She flies around me,&lt;br /&gt;And giggles,&lt;br /&gt;"Darkness is a mighty foe,&lt;br /&gt;But your kindess is mightier,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever it starts to consume you again,&lt;br /&gt;Always remember your kindess."&lt;br /&gt;The fairy then disappeared,&lt;br /&gt;I shall always remember the words she spoke,&lt;br /&gt;For she helped me find my kindess,&lt;br /&gt;From the Darkness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107249408680193617?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107249408680193617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107249408680193617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107249408680193617' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107249218391702002</id><published>2003-12-26T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T22:01:39.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I think I've found my calling...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Emerging from Chaos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can never express how much I love you,&lt;br /&gt;The love is ten times the size of the Greek army sent to attack Troy, and ten times that, and ten times that,&lt;br /&gt;No black hole is as deep as my love, no star as bright as you,&lt;br /&gt;The strength you give me is strong enough to break the scissors of the Fate's,&lt;br /&gt;My love knows no bound,&lt;br /&gt;Our love together is mightier than might, stronger than strong,&lt;br /&gt;Your wisdom surpasses Athena's, your beauty surpasses Aphrodite,&lt;br /&gt;Our love shall never meet the fate that destroyed Atlantis,&lt;br /&gt;Our love emerged from the Chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Meaning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the love in the world cannot compare to the love I have for you,&lt;br /&gt;I'd spell out your name with the stars,&lt;br /&gt;I'd love you even after eternity,&lt;br /&gt;I had always thought the meaning of life was about procreation,&lt;br /&gt;Now I know its just one thing,&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107249218391702002?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107249218391702002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107249218391702002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107249218391702002' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107232871186291354</id><published>2003-12-25T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T00:06:11.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font title="4"&gt;Ahem...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="25"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107232871186291354?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107232871186291354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107232871186291354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107232871186291354' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107228685485091733</id><published>2003-12-24T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T12:28:34.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Not even a mouse...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Creeping Death" by Metallica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its finally Christmas Eve.  The year sure has gone by fast.  I've noticed I've changed a lot over the year - for the better, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still am missing two things for Christmas, but whatever.  Unlike some of you people, *cough*, I only have material possesions.  Tomorrow I plan on wishing you a merry Christmas and then I'm off to play meh games.  You probably won't be seeing me that much the next few days and I'm sure some of you will be happy about that.  *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I hope she gets better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/dphenreckson/1049378297_Hmiddleearthrohirrim.jpg" border="0" alt="Rohirrim"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rohirrim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/dphenreckson/quizzes/To%20which%20race%20of%20Middle%20Earth%20do%20you%20belong%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;To which race of Middle Earth do you belong?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha!  I rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107228685485091733?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107228685485091733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107228685485091733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107228685485091733' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107179165495018951</id><published>2003-12-18T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T18:55:08.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;Stereotypes.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background Music: "Riders on the Storm" by The Doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In first period, near the end, I took out my CD player (because one of my friends did too) and listened to some music.  Everyone I let hear some of The Mars Volta loved it.  I go to this guy, Mitchell, and ask him if he has ever heard of The Who, The Doors, and some other bands.  He makes a stupid joke on the name of all.  Wait, but, what kind of a name is Ludacris?  I thought so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was alright.  After school, waiting for my mom and listening to The Mars Volta, I was with a friend.  This friend of my friend says hi to him and then presumes to do that devil sign thing with the index finger and pinky finger.  Wait, so, all rock is about Satan?  Gee shit, how'd I miss that?  I mean, The Mars Volta is obviously singing about killing people.  Eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow is the last day of school and then Christmas break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107179165495018951?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107179165495018951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107179165495018951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107179165495018951' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107170222195547280</id><published>2003-12-17T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T18:04:34.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;Crippled child, eh?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have too much homework for school this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out my dad is not going to buy an HDTV television, but a laptop.  This nephew of his lent him a program thats used to make kitchen cabinets and we're going to install it on a laptop.  Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, right now I have these items:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Matrix Reloaded&lt;br /&gt;Dune&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy X-2&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy VIII&lt;br /&gt;Viewtiful Joe&lt;br /&gt;"I Get Wet" by Andrew W.K.&lt;br /&gt;"Mutter" by Rammstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing Children of Dune and Final Fantasy VII.  BestBuy does not have it anymore since it is so old, however, WalMart has it on the website and my mom will check tomorrow.  Hopefully they have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, to do my history project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107170222195547280?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107170222195547280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107170222195547280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107170222195547280' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107136836702303827</id><published>2003-12-13T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T21:20:15.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;Everyone is doing it...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, too, find guys attractive at times.  I mean, Andrew W.K. is pretty good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm in the in-crowd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107136836702303827?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107136836702303827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107136836702303827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107136836702303827' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107126717449032320</id><published>2003-12-12T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T17:15:37.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Its all Greek to me.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://channels.netscape.com/ns/news/package.jsp?name=fte/unearthedingreece/unearthedingreece"&gt;Rare, Amazing Find Unearthed In Greece&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo-yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Art, I'm glad you told people what you are.  Hopefully you've lost no friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I'm hated by the majority of my fifth period class.  A lot of them had answers for the test and I made them feel guilty about cheating and they threw the answers away but got mad at me.  Ahh, the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art has given me songs to download - "I Get Wet" and "The Wolf" albums by Andrew W.K., the albums not one song.  &gt;_&lt;  Ahh, well, I know he has good taste.  I also listened to "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana.  This isn't the first time I've heard it though, but I deleted it the first time.  I like it now, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...that "Holy.  Fuck." post is old but it didn't show up until now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107126717449032320?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107126717449032320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107126717449032320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107126717449032320' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107093861354101747</id><published>2003-12-08T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T21:58:43.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Holy.  Fuck.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw &lt;I&gt;28 Days Later&lt;/i&gt;.  That movie just rocked so much.  OH MY FUCKING GOD did it rock.  I'm in love.  When Jim was all crazy eye near the end, attacking the miltary people, that look he had was so fucking cool.  When he killed Jones, awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*splurt*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this movie or die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107093861354101747?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107093861354101747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107093861354101747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107093861354101747' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107074383647860492</id><published>2003-12-06T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T15:51:39.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Christmas and more!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background Music: "Drunkship of Lanterns" by The Mars Volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after school I was listening to my De-loused CD while waiting for my mom to pick me up to go to the airport.  So, I'm there listening to my music and there are these girls near me.  I see this guy I know, Mitchell, and his brother walk by and then one of the girls trips Mitchell's brother.  I sure as hell know she didn't know him, so, why trip him?  That really pissed me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then some other girl comes and they start talking and stuff.  The one that tripped Mitchell's brother asks me what song I'm listening to and I don't answer because I hear one of the girls mocking rock music.  I was listening to "Drunkship of Lanterns" by the way.  Then the girl that was mocking music - after a while - does a kick to my face.  Her foot almost hit my face.  And she starts acting like she has a guitar or something - mocking rock yet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These guys then come and talk with the girls and stuff and one of the asks me something, I don't hear then he screams.  Eh...you can tell all of these people like rap.  One of them asks me something that I forgot and I yell, "Yes, I like rock.  Do you have a problem with it?" and they look at me like, "Don't get so angry.".  Bah.  I let some of them hear parts of the songs and the girl that mocked rock listened to the end of "This Apparatus Must Be Unearthed" and she said it made her dizzy.  Fucking pansy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I went to the airport to pick up my cousin and his wife coming from Cuba.  They're going to live here in the US permanently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do like Art and give you my Christmas list; if you want to get me any one of these items, I'll love ya more.  ~_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0000AXE8I/qid=1070743204//ref=sr_8_xs_ap_i0_xgl74/102-9118735-6172966?v=glance&amp;s=dvd&amp;n=507846"&gt;The Matrix Reloaded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0000639EV/qid=1070743277/sr=1-2/ref=sr_1_2/102-9118735-6172966?v=glance&amp;s=dvd"&gt;Dune&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00008RUYH/qid=1070743277/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1/102-9118735-6172966?v=glance&amp;s=dvd"&gt;Children of Dune&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00008URUA/qid=1070743338/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1_etk-vg/102-9118735-6172966?v=glance&amp;s=videogames&amp;n=468642"&gt;Final Fantasy X-2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00000JRSB/qid=1070743363/sr=1-2/ref=sr_1_2_etk-vg/102-9118735-6172966?v=glance&amp;s=videogames&amp;n=468642"&gt;Final Fantasy VII&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B0000296O5/qid=1070743433/sr=1-1/ref=sr_1_1_etk-vg/102-9118735-6172966?v=glance&amp;s=videogames&amp;n=468642"&gt;Final Fantasy VIII&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B00009KO3S/qid%3D1070743455/sr%3D11-1/ref%3Dsr%5F11%5F1/102-9118735-6172966"&gt;Viewtiful Joe&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven items.  Spoiled?  Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107074383647860492?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107074383647860492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107074383647860492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107074383647860492' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-107006197038753493</id><published>2003-11-28T18:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T18:26:44.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I got payed, biatch.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background Music: "Eyes on Me" by Faye Wong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7:30 A.M. today and went to work with my dad and mom installing a kitchen.  I am tired.  Good thing is that I got payed by the lady we did the kitchen for.  $10.00 may not be a lot, but thats the first time anyone besides my parents pays me for helping them install a kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I'm going to complete Chrono Trigger, and as Peter says, about damn time, too.  I also want to play VII and VIII.  And now Pete tells me I need to play IV, V, and VI.  Damn it.  Too many games.  &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking Santa for around five things.  The Matrix Reloaded, Dune, Children of Dune, a game for my Playstation2, and one for my Gamecube.  If Revolutions comes out this year on DVD, I'll get it, but I don't think it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi ~ Content.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-107006197038753493?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107006197038753493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/107006197038753493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107006197038753493' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106990854234768830</id><published>2003-11-26T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T23:49:34.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I have nothing better.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background Music: "Creep" by Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nothing special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106990854234768830?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106990854234768830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106990854234768830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106990854234768830' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106972210435220219</id><published>2003-11-24T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T20:02:14.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Animal mating...?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is there animal mating as one of those topic thingies on the advertisement at the top...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106972210435220219?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106972210435220219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106972210435220219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106972210435220219' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106971087659632078</id><published>2003-11-24T16:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T16:59:31.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Erm....title please!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background Music: "One" by Metallica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First period was pretty fun.  I helped Mr. Latinette connect a printer and computer to a HUB system link.  The printer didn't print though, but we figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third was quite interesting.  Mr. David saw that Nohemi lent someone her work and they were copying her work.  Mr. David then took the paper and gave her an F.  A long time after we had a test and stuff,  I passed.  Before lunch Nohemi was crying for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth wasn't too interesting.  Ms. Candela told me she was almost done with God Emperor of Dune and that you could tell he is going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I bought five books from Barnes and Nobles.  Heretics of Dune, Chapterhouse Dune, Jurassic Park, Firewing, and Stranger in a Strange Land.  Sadly, they didn't have Johnny Got His Gun.  But I will read that book sooner or later.  Art recommended Jurassic Park and Johnny Got His Gun.  Thanks, Art.  :p  Ms. Candela recommended Stranger in a Strange Land to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi ~ Who loves reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106971087659632078?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106971087659632078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106971087659632078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106971087659632078' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106955528857729391</id><published>2003-11-22T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T21:41:56.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Rabbit Season!  Duck Season!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm just going to rant about killing for the sake of killing.  Killing animals, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you going to kill an animal if you aren't going to fucking eat it?  I hate people who kill animals for sport.  Just so they can say, "I''m a man; I killed a defenseless animal with a gun.".  Shit, why use a gun?  Make it more challenging and use bows and arrows.  And make the bows and arrows yourself.  I'm not a PETA representative or any of that, but this gets on my nerves.  I remember seeing on Animal Planet once on this show, Wild Rescue it was, I think, that they showed these guys who killed a leopard.  It was not even fair.  Not the closest bit.  The guy had a gun.  And they released DOGS.  The dogs were biting the leapord and stuff, then the guy shot it.  He and this other guy who was the owner of the land shook hands as if though the kill was a fair kill.  Jesus fucking Christ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi ~ Who hates killing for the sake of killing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106955528857729391?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106955528857729391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106955528857729391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106955528857729391' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106936105226241925</id><published>2003-11-20T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T16:16:28.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Can't think of a title....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background Music: "Its Tricky" by Run D.M.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First period was alright.  Its Mr. Latinette's first anniversary tomorrow or Saturday or something and I said congratulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeroom was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third period was alright.  We took a quiz with ten questions and I finished it - I'm serious - in less than thirty seconds.  Near the end we were going to do something with a partner in the last five minutes.  Christopher said for me to be his partner and I said, "Pfft, no." and he got pissed at me.  Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth was pretty fun.  We did this little worksheet with a partner.  I worked with Leo.  I told Ms. Candela that I finished &lt;i&gt;God Emperor of Dune&lt;/i&gt;.  She said that she really liked it and if I could lend it to her so she could read it.  I'm going to lend it to her tomorrow.  She also recommended a book to me: &lt;i&gt;Stranger in a Strange Land&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi ~ Who loves books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106936105226241925?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106936105226241925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106936105226241925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106936105226241925' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106929365686429358</id><published>2003-11-19T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T21:01:22.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;"Leto!" he screamed. " Siaynoq!  I believe!"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading God Emperor of Dune.  All I have to say is that I want to cry but I can't.  Lately I can't seem to cry.  Guys, if you eer have the chance or are just bored, I &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;highly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; recommend you to read the &lt;/i&gt;Dune&lt;/i&gt; series.  It is &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; best series I have ever read.  I know thats not saying much, but it is very, very good.  When I die, these four books - along with the last two I need - will go into my coffin with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her last words, calm and steady, rolled through all of his memories: "I shall go on ahead, Love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi ~ Who has just read an awesome book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106929365686429358?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106929365686429358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106929365686429358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106929365686429358' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106927518483591805</id><published>2003-11-19T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T15:53:29.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Idiot Convention&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background Music: "Riders on the Storm" by The Doors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Algebra we had a test.  I got a B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In homeroom we passed out the ribbons we've been working on in FEA to the teachers and they liked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Computers we had to stand up during silent reading.  Everyone was talking - except me, I was actually reading.  And the idiot, Eric, stands up and sits down on his desk, not the chair, but the desk.  In front of the teacher!  Not in front exactly but next to.  Mr. Heras didn't notice, then a long time after Eric sat there again and he finally got in trouble.  When we came back from lunch he and these other guys were playing with rubber bands and shooting little pieces of paper around.  One of the guys, Julio, shot one at the door and bounced and hit Mr. Heras.  Mr. Heras just looked around with an angry face.  He didn't know who did it.  After a while he asks Eric if he knew who through it and stuff.  Eric said he didn't but he did.  Then Mr. Heras made him stand outside after a while.  That made me very happy.  While we stood, Mr. Heras said we would go to lunch late if we kept talking and guess what.  Everyone kept talking!  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was alright.  We just talked about Night and stuff.  In the beginning this girl, Nicole, said that she wouldn't be here on Tuesday and she wouldn't be able to take this FCAT practice test thing and Mrs. Belew said that she had to one way or another.  Nicole said that she had to go to the hospital for something and that she won't put off something for her health just for something Mrs. Belew wants her to do.  Mrs. Belew doesn't even want to do this - she has to.  Nicole was put in another room until she came to apologize to Mrs. Belew and she didn't come until class was almost finished.  Wheeee.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo-yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi ~ Who is doing this little message thing after he signs this thing for no reason.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106927518483591805?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106927518483591805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106927518483591805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106927518483591805' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106918857802653909</id><published>2003-11-18T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T15:50:01.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Just a rant thats Pokémon related.....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background Music: "Creep" by Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to read this or anything, I don't even expect you to.  I just want to let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gets to me the most about people who don't like Ash from Pokémon is that he lets go of his strong Pokémon and doesn't evolve his own Pokémon.  FOR GOD'S SAKE!!! ITS NOT HIS FAULT, ITS THE CREATORS OF THE FUCKING SHOW!!!!!!  Now, not just that, but the fact that it isn't Ash who decides these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, take Butterfree for example.  It wanted to go and have babies with other Butterfree.  Jesus Christ, would you have not let it do something it wants?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeape was given to Anthony so they could win the P-1 Grand Prix.  Primeape wanted that!  God damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pidgeot, my favorite Pokémon, was allowed to stay in the Viridian Forest to protect the other Pidgey and Pidgeotto from the Spearow and Fearow.  Pidgeot wanted to help!  So Ash did nothing wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lapras had to go back to it's family.  It's family was right in front of them for God's sake.  You'd say "No, you can't go back." and then have all of the Lapras attack you?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squirtle left to help his old friends in the Fire-Fighter Squad with Officer Jenny.  Squirtle wanted to.  Note: &lt;b&gt;wanted&lt;/b&gt;.  Ash let him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have the one that everyone bitches about: Charizard.  Charizard is Ash's strongest Pokémon and Ash let him stay in the Charazific Valley.  I think I misspelled that....but thats not the point.  The valley was the best place for Charizards to be trained in and Charizard wanted to stay there.  For God's sake, Ash did something out of friendship!  Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the shit about Ash not evolving his Pokémon.  Last time I checked, the &lt;i&gt;Pokémon&lt;/i&gt; chose when to evolve.  Nurse Joy brought Ash a Thunder Stone and asked Pikachu if he wanted to evolve in the episode with Lt. Surge.  Pikachu didn't want to.  Bulbasaur had the chance to evolve and refused.  Squirtle never wanted to or something because he didn't get a time for him to evolve.  God....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi ~ Who just wanted to say that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106918857802653909?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106918857802653909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106918857802653909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106918857802653909' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106918693221712826</id><published>2003-11-18T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T15:22:36.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Dolphin sex!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Background Music: "Eifersucht" by Rammstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm going to copy Art who has that music thing as the first thing in his post thing.  Sue me, bitch.  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First period was nothing interesting and neither was homeroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third was eh.  Janelle, the dumbass who said "Mother Teresa" if you've been reading my blog,  had her cellphone in her hand and it beeped.  Mr. David then stood up from his desk and went to her desk to get it.  He kept telling her to give it to him and she said, "Please, no.".  Eh...just...eh...I'm happy he took it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth period, science, was fucking awesome.  Well, at the end at least.  It seems Ms. Candela said something to Adreana in another class about dolphins.  Jimmy had told me something about dolphins' penis during lunch when he was leaving out.  So, it turns out that there have been reports of dolphins raping women.  Attacking them, at that.  The dolphins are getting smarter and they can tell the difference between a male and female Human.  Holy shit...its like that episode of the Simpsons.  Mmhmm.....Planet of the Dolphins.  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Candela said there were only two attacks on boys and that those dolphins that attacked them were obviously gay.  Heh, that was funny.  This should be good news for Art.  Gay dolphins.  ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be a good idea to tell you guys my classes and schedules.  So, here ya go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First period - Yearbook&lt;br /&gt;Second period - Algebra I&lt;br /&gt;Third period - U.S. History&lt;br /&gt;Fourth period - Computers&lt;br /&gt;Fifth period - Earth/Space Science Honors&lt;br /&gt;Sixth period - Advanced Language Arts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi ~ Bringing you useless information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106918693221712826?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106918693221712826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106918693221712826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106918693221712826' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106912232951122330</id><published>2003-11-17T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T21:25:52.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;My Romantic Scene&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, my most wanted romantic scene would be to be like, in a couch or something with a blanket over us and we're just talking and communicating.  And kissing every once in a way.  But like, her laying on top of me or something.  Not like her face looking at mine but it could be her back or something, ya know?  The biggest factor would be that she is actually listening to me and understands me.  I'm not sure about you, but I would give all of my belongings for that person.  And I don't know about you, but I would find that snuggling and talking to be as good or a bit better than sex.  I would seriously love to have that person now and be holding her in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi ~ Who says it truthfully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106912232951122330?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106912232951122330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106912232951122330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106912232951122330' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106910116576427649</id><published>2003-11-17T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T15:33:08.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Regular Clothes Day #2&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were allowed to wear regular clothes today.  Fun.  I just have to say I was about ready to fuck a girl.  Well, not really but the girls were pretty fucking nice to look at.  In fourth period a woman, who I think is Mr. Heras' wife, walks in.  She is fucking hot.  I'm guessing I'll have an erection all the time in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi ~ Who is um...horny, yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106910116576427649?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106910116576427649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106910116576427649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106910116576427649' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106894965811421642</id><published>2003-11-15T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T21:27:59.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;The truth hurts.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harhar.  I figured it out.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;I am worthless.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  I've always said I'm smart, that I know a lot.  But, I don't.  I only know bits and pieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said I know a lot about animals.  Now I don't.  All I know is &lt;i&gt;of&lt;/i&gt; the animals.  The sloth's hair is home to algae.  One sentence.  Elephants eat their own feces to kill the bacteria inside of them or something.  There are ants in Africa, whose name escapes me, who can eat a man very fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astronomy, which I like, is the same thing.  I know nothing.  Black holes exert a strong gravitation field that sucks up everything including light.  Once something reaches the black hole's event horizon, it is sucked in.  Some scientists believe that there are massive black holes in the centers of galaxies.  That is it.  The sun is a nuclear fusion bomb.  It has trillions of hydrogen atoms and some other things which I forgot.  The sun shoots solar prominences and solar flares.  There are also sunspots.  The surface temperature is over 2, 000 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing else.  Thats it.  Not thats it exactly, I know other things but they are just as short.  My God...I can't believe I've believed I'm smart.  Shit.  I really am useless.  And I can't even have a decent arguement for Christ's sake.  I always have to use other's comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi ~ Who is fucking sick of puberty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106894965811421642?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106894965811421642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106894965811421642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106894965811421642' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106891867471946122</id><published>2003-11-15T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T12:51:35.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Vandalism!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In first period there wasn't anything very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In homeroom the other FEA members and I pass out the Angels to the teachers.  I give my two dollars for the Angel to my homeroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In third we finished watching a Christopher Columbus movie.  After that, we go to lunch and come back.  We don't do anything after lunch and we have free time.  I wanted to listen to De-loused but my teacher said no.  He was cool with it though.  He said no because if someone were to walk in he'd have to take it away so he was cool with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifth was interesting.  There was a field trip today and a lot of the people were not there.  We studied a bit for the test and then we took the test.  I got a C on it.  Two people got Bs.  Christopher and a girl named Michelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she is....eh.....I remember once after FEA she said to me, "Why are you smart?  I want to be the only smart person!".  Um....yeah.  If you are the only smart person you cannot have an intelligent conversation with anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we studied for the test in fifth period,  Ms. Candela went to the office and on her way found a girl that was writing on the wall.  But not writing whatever, writing something against the new sixth grade assistant principal.  The new sixth grade assistant principal is black.  I take it her name is Deedee or something because Ms. Candela said the girl wrote like, "Deedee no nigga" on the wall or something.  But...I don't get this!  The girl calls Ms. Candela a bitch!  Under her breath of course while she was walking.  Why is our teacher the bitch?  My God....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEA was pretty fun.  We finished the ribbon things for the teachers.  We'll pass them out on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puberty is annoying me greatly.  I feel like no one is talking to me in school.  I got into an arguement with Nohemi yesterday, me saying that she didn't talk to me anymore.  At least we made up after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, most of you guys have someone to talk to about your problems in real life.  I have no one.  Sure, I have people here online, but its not the same as offline.  I can't wait until I get to high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi ~ Living in the age of puberty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106891867471946122?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106891867471946122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106891867471946122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106891867471946122' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106876101275786422</id><published>2003-11-13T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T18:38:14.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;80's Boy loves the cock.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was boring.  My ass started hurting in Math.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homeroom was nothing interesting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Computers we filled in the blanks of a handout and then typed it up.  I finished really fast and then presumed to start drawing a vehicle I'd use in my new story, &lt;i&gt;Conqueror&lt;/i&gt;.  I gave up on it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In English the teacher asked me to go to Mr. Latinette's class and give him a sheet of paper for the Angel that he'll have for the Salvation Army Angel Tree Drive.  Wheeee!  I turned in my Antigone essay and then we talked about the Holocaust.  My friend, Hansel, knows a fuckload about World War II.  The Holocaust- Its Hitlertastic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in music club we practice Jingle Bell Rock and we don't get it yet...though my part is easy.  Only six different notes.  The hard part is switching.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I go outside and wait for my mom.  After a while Anna comes and sits down next to me and we wait for our mothers to pick us up.  She thinks Christopher should not be president of FEA and neither do I.  Christopher put his hand on her thigh one time while she was walking to class with her boyfriend.  She then punched him and Chris asked, "What was that for?".  Fucking moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and by the way, 80's Boy?  KISS MY ASS, BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi ~ I'm not taking shit from anyone.  Bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106876101275786422?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106876101275786422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106876101275786422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106876101275786422' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106817052424839116</id><published>2003-11-06T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T21:02:02.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Rain, rain, go away.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't go on the field trip because it was raining very hard.   I love rain.  But not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is still mad at me.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106817052424839116?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106817052424839116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106817052424839116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106817052424839116' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106806613904491461</id><published>2003-11-05T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T16:02:17.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Its a Revolution!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning in first period, Christian, Josue, and I attach some mice to some computers.  We then get some newer ones and put them on the computers we use.  We then presume to put some books in another room, pretty far away.  We work and work and then Josue leaves and its just Christian and I.  We do all the rest of the work and by the time we're done, we are dead.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give Mrs. Belew my field trip form and she tells me that I should bring money for the bus and to buy food with.  She also said that if the weather permits, we'll go to Bayside.  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third period is alright.  Its time for lunch and Nohemi doesn't wait for me.  Oh joy.  Back in third period, near the end, I ask Jose if he has any watermeleon flavored lollipops.  He has three!  I buy the three for one dollar.  Dailyn then asks me to buy her last two grapes so she finishes the bag and I do.  Christopher gets pissed off at me and sticks out the middle finger at me.  Hehe...fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of fifth, he starts saying some crap I don't remember.  He says something and I laugh and he tells me, "Laugh again.  Come on.".  Heh.  The only reason I backa way is because his face comes a bit too close to my face.  He also slapped me on the chin.  Like if it was supposed to hurt or something.  Oh, yes, and he says how he has to put up with my shit for two years.  Yeah...right...I make fun of him playing around.  Besides, I only started making fun of him in seventh, not sixth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man.  He is such a loser.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106806613904491461?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106806613904491461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106806613904491461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106806613904491461' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106771451652962145</id><published>2003-11-01T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T14:21:55.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I'm so gullible....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Hey, Art.&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: hiya&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Whats up?&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: not much&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: just woke up :p&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Heh.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I take you're tired?&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: nope&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: pretty much rested up&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: Man, I'm used to having a big breakfast on the weekends...&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I don't eat a good breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: I only do on weekends&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: On weekdays I just eat some bread while going to school and the same on weekends.  Unless there is pizza, like today.&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: On weekdays I don't eat ANYTHING until I get home from school&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Well, excluding lunch, right?&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: Javi, I emphasized ANYTHING for a reason&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Oh...&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Have you seen "The Time Machine"?&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: the original or the rather sucky remake?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Um....the one that came out last year?&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: yeah, I've seen that one&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: the original is far better&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: you should go watch it&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I've never seen it.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I'm watching the remake now.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Why don't you like the remake?&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: It's just not very good. The original has style. Vision. The remake is like "Well, let's make a remake of it for the hell of it!"&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Oh&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: You said that Homeworld came out thirteen years ago, right?&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: yeah&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Wasn't it Game of the Year for 1999?&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: yeah&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: But....if it...&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: they were short on candidates that year&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: so they decided to reward it again&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Again?&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: It won Game of the Year in 1973&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: What the....&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I'm confused.&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: Well, see, that was pretty much when they first started making the original, thirty years ago. The magazines were SO impressed with the plans and alpha build, they just gave it GOTY right then and there&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: And the original was Homeworld, yet they planned Homeworld 2 before?&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: yeah&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: they started that back in 1965&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: Javi, did you know they took "gullible" out of the dictionary?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: Alright, I've probably taken this too far...&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Wait, 1965?!  God damn!&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: They must have been very dedicated.&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: I was joking this whole time, Javi&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Fucking loser.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: :-P&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: I was kinda hoping you'd catch on by now&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I noticed that the dates kept going back too far....&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I'm gullible.&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: clearly...&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I actually fell for the when everyone told me Crystal was a stripper.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: *cries*&lt;br /&gt;Cyb0rgRaptor: yep, lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106771451652962145?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106771451652962145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106771451652962145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106771451652962145' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106739398540860030</id><published>2003-10-28T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T21:19:44.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Smells like "Fuck".&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today in Math I get my grade for the chapter one review.  Amazingly, I got an A.  I fourth period we had a test which I'm sure I got an A+ on.  Then we were going to take notes but I was called to Mr. Mapp's class to see these two women who sing opera and stuff.  They were pretty good.  Sixth period was alright.  I peer-edited Christopher's essay on Antigone.  It was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris punched me hard in the stomach today in lunch.  I told Jimmy that we should point and laugh at him, just playing around, and we did.  I told Victor and then Christian and then Chris punched me in the stomach.  It hurt.  Did I hit back?  Nah.  I don't want to start anything that can get me suspended.  Strangely enough, in sixth period we're friends again.  Oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterschool I buy a copy of "Night" by Elie Wiesel.  We'll start reading it on the seventeenth of November.  Can't wait.  So, I'm sitting down in front of the school reading "Children of Dune" and the elementary school bus passes by.  I see the kids and they look at me.  Then another bus passes and I see the kids again.  The last kid on the bus at the back gave me the finger.  Now, I don't know this guy and I never will, yet he gives me the finger?  I'd kick his ass, but, eh, I'd get in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi -  Who knows he doesn't do what he should because he'll get in trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106739398540860030?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106739398540860030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106739398540860030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106739398540860030' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106722324435448643</id><published>2003-10-26T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T21:54:03.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Russian pr0n....mmmmm....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: There is a meeting tomorrow, right?&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: y did u block me &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Your a liar.  I hate liars.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I blocked you.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: huh &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: u confused me &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Hmm.  I hate liars so I blocked you.  Besides, you annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: hmm...... &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: fine yeah &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: u r right i deserve it &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Yeah, you do.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: You fucking lied.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: hmmm......... &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: O.O' &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Stop with the "hmm...."  you fucking copycat.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: i just noticed im only on paragraph 1 on the essay and i need your help &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: O.o &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: no one else will help me &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: PFft.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: You suck.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: wat did u say &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: wat r u on &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Christian told me you had to think for the introductory paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I'm high on sex.  Biatch.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: r u looking at russian porn again &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: u sicko &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Russian porn?  What the hell?&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: u know wat im talkin about &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: that lesbian dominatrix crap &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Lesbians are cool.  You have a problem with lesbians?&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: no but i have a problem with heavy duty dominatrix &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: u know &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: the girls stickin dildos up guys' assws&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Dude, I bet you don't even know what a dominatrix is.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: asses* &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: yes i do &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: its the girl with a whip that makes the guy turn into her bitch &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: then she sticks dildos up his ass &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Erm...&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: wait a minute........ &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: didnt leo go over ur house &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: O.O &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Hmm?  A couple of weeks ago, why?&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: i saw him with a whip and a pack of magnum dildos &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: the other dildo &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: day* &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: he also had a jug of lubrication &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Dude, you don't know what lubrication is.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Dude, you don't know how to fucking masturbate!&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: it is like..... &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: lubricatuion &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: it helps things go in easier &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Okayh.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: i taught u remember &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: No you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: how to masturbate &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: No you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: .... &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Fucking dipshit.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: i remember the day &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: u kept on insisting ion dildos  &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Wait, how did you teach me?  You gave me a handjob?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: What?&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: no i showed u how by masturbating in front of u &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Ahh!&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Thats right!&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Now I remember!&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Dude, you were so fucking hot.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I always masturbate to that thought now.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: no waitr that was my girlfriend &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: You're cock is so manly.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: What girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Your mom doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: i showed a step-by-step video &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: with her &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Ahh, Chris.  You are a fucking dipshit.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: aftyer u learned, u started masturbating like a maniac and after a few minutes &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Thats true.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I masturbate like a maniac.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: ....... &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: No wonder so many kittens die. &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: ^_^&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: "Everytime you masturbate, God kills a kitten.  Please, think of the kittens.".&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: u pulled out a magnum dildo and stuck it up ur house to """ heighten ur pleasure""" &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I've killed so many kittens...I'm so sorry pussies!&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: :p&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: House?&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: at leats that swat u said &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: What the?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: kthxbye&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247 signed off at 9:53:01 PM. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106722324435448643?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106722324435448643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106722324435448643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106722324435448643' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106704304239312343</id><published>2003-10-24T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T20:50:42.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Cerpin Taxt&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in Math we took the chapter one test.  I think I did pretty well.  In Computers we typed up our essay on why its better to use a computer instead of a typewriter.  I typed my essay in about five minutes.  I printed it and while I went to go get the hardcopy, some kids were like, "omgwtf, u fiinishd?!".  I couldn't stopp grinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had a substitute for English.  Major suckage.  Sure, the guy let us play games - even though I didn't play any as I don't like Seven Up or Simon Says - but Mrs. Belew came in at the last minute and started yelling at what was happening.  Mrs. Geller had called Mrs. Belew during her workshop and asked her why the class was so loud.  We - or rather they - deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I see a box from Amazon.com.  My order came!  So now I have SimCity 4: Rush Hour Expansion Pack, Children of Dune, God Emperor of Dune, and The Mars Volta's De-loused In The Comatorium CD.  I'm listening to the CD now.  I have never heard such a good CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106704304239312343?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106704304239312343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106704304239312343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106704304239312343' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106668343847852601</id><published>2003-10-20T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T16:57:34.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Just for you, X.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400; text-align: center; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 0; margin-left: 0; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #7F0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crystal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle I Limbo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 10; margin-left: 10; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #8F0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Art&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle II Whirling in a Dark &amp; Stormy Wind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 20; margin-left: 20; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #9F0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail &amp; Snow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 30; margin-left: 30; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #AF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;X&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle IV Rolling Weights&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 40; margin-left: 40; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #BF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-style: solid none; border-color: black; background: white; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;"&gt;River Styx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 50; margin-left: 50; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #CF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parents who bring squalling brats to R-rated movies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle VI Buried for Eternity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-style: solid none; border-color: black; background: white; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;"&gt;River Phlegyas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 60; margin-left: 60; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #DF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Creationists&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle VII Burning Sands&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 70; margin-left: 70; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #EF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 80; margin-left: 80; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;George Bush&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle IX Frozen in Ice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaydeceiver.com/misc/hell/" style="color: red;"&gt;Design your own hell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106668343847852601?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106668343847852601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106668343847852601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106668343847852601' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106668279026998307</id><published>2003-10-20T16:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T16:46:29.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I need to get laid.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today afterschool during our FEA meeting, Anna came in.  She had come from cheerleading practice.  She was wearing shorts.  Oh my God, I could fuck her.  Evelyn was pretty hot too.  I seriously need to get laid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Fs on two exams for Math.  Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106668279026998307?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106668279026998307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106668279026998307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106668279026998307' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106660946048365329</id><published>2003-10-19T20:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T20:24:20.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;My Hell.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400; text-align: center; font-family: sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 0; margin-left: 0; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #7F0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crystal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle I Limbo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 10; margin-left: 10; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #8F0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Javi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle II Whirling in a Dark &amp; Stormy Wind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 20; margin-left: 20; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #9F0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail &amp; Snow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 30; margin-left: 30; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #AF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Art&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle IV Rolling Weights&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 40; margin-left: 40; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #BF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-style: solid none; border-color: black; background: white; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;"&gt;River Styx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 50; margin-left: 50; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #CF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Parents who bring squalling brats to R-rated movies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle VI Buried for Eternity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-style: solid none; border-color: black; background: white; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0;"&gt;River Phlegyas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 60; margin-left: 60; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #DF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Creationists&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle VII Burning Sands&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 70; margin-left: 70; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #EF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;George Bush&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-right: 80; margin-left: 80; margin-top: 0; margin-bottom: 0; background: #FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chris&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Circle IX Frozen in Ice&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaydeceiver.com/misc/hell/" style="color: red;"&gt;Design your own hell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106660946048365329?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106660946048365329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106660946048365329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106660946048365329' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-10663560187150196</id><published>2003-10-16T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T22:00:18.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Not a chat log!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is alright.  I got a D in a science test today.  The chapter was confusing.  I got the only A in a U.S. History test.  Yup.  100%.  I finished it in less than a minute.  When I checked it again, I had the first five questions completely wrong, so thank Jeebus I changed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sold tickets yesterday with Chris and Anna.  Today I had music club.  I need a Viola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-10663560187150196?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/10663560187150196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/10663560187150196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#10663560187150196' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106635571072460154</id><published>2003-10-16T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T21:55:36.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Old friend who makes fun of me...uh...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: god in 8th grade and still a nerd&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: poor u&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Erm...&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Who the hell are you?&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: some body whololl kik ur ass in two seconds so watch you mouf bitch&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Do you have a name?&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: yuh&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: but i feel bad for you&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: It is?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: letmme just say im an old friend&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: from kinlock&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: but left&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: ...der...&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: yuh&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: but i see ur s/n and icon and notced u still liked anime and carttoons and yugimon n shyt&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I don't like Yu-gi-Oh!, nor Digimon.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Well, only the first season of Digimon is alright.&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: w/e&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: well bye&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: WAti!&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: *Wait!&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: dont let me get to u&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: ur a nice guy but damn&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Are you Freddy, by any chance?&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: get ur dick sucked and wake up&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Um...&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: get away from the tv&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: nope&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: What the...&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: George?&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: no&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: stop guessin&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: i aint a nerd&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: so youll never guess&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: What the...&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: say holla...to kinlock from me&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: holla; hey&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Okay...&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: nobody important&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Come on.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: What grade are you in?&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: nothing keep your grades up&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Alright, thanks...&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: You too...I guess...&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: try to wake up next year and get in to gurlz next year gfo real it make me happy theres lyk another world out there full of pussy....u or n e guy could get sum so wtf not&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Erm...&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I am into girls, dude.&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: but have u had a sexual experience&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: No.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Why don't you tell me who you are?&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: well ppl have had sex by lyk 7th grade&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: wake up&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I don't have any friends that say stuff like this about me.&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: cuz ur a good guy&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Yeah, some people.  Not me.&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: but im a bitch&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I'm a good guy, yeah.  Got a problem?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Are you girl or a guy?&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: but i can atleasst tell u things that can help u out&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Okay..&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Just give me a guess at who you are.&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: naw&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: maybe later&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: n e wayz good luck in high skool&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: u smell dat....&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: ...sniff.....&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: pussy go get it!!!&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Okay...&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139: its dayron peace&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Adios.&lt;br /&gt;BaByFaCe 6139 signed off at 9:53:57 PM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106635571072460154?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106635571072460154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106635571072460154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106635571072460154' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106626978981914635</id><published>2003-10-15T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T22:08:41.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;The stupidity lives on...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: tell nicole to thank me for what i did for you two i now i did it for you as a firend about still i know she on but she'd probably block me once i say a word so i'm not &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: don't tell her i know shes on &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Did what?&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: leave &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: for no good reason &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Okay....&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: i saw you begging me on the floor to leave &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Begging?  What the fuck...&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: wineNcyanide: Thank you chris.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: huh? &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: what does that mean &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: oh &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: okay &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: ....&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: your coming tommorow &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: if you are tell nicole to come &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: i mean we are outside alone &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: What the hell...&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: ?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: What does it matter that we're outside alone?&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: you could talk about anything or do stuff like hugg or sit on laps because ms. belew won't be there &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: ....&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: so, i'm just saying &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: You fucking dipshit.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: what did i do know&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: now &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: What the fuck do you care about me and Nicole?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: You think I am her friend only because she hugs me?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: That if she stopped I'd hate her or something?&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: im just trying to help you man if you want i'll back bown just tell me thte worf &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: no no you wont &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Back down?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: What the fuck do you mean help?&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: because your not that type on firend &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: okay &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: this conversation never existed &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Oh, yes it did.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: and what you told me never existed &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Never happened, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: okay it did &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: whatever &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: What do you mean by, "helping me"?&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: you now what forget it becuase you told me to back down so i could never talk about it again capisce &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: know* &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I never told you that.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Fucking moron.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: what now&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I never told you to back down.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: yes you did &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: No, I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Wait.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: okay then &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: You mean when I said:&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: "Back down?".&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: yes &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Notice the question mark.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: okay &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I meant, "What the fuck do you mean back down?".&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Fucking diphshit.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: What makes you think I need your help with girls, anyways?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: You're the one who is disliked by them.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: that's not what i meant &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: You really think Ana, Adrianna or Lisvette like you?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Thats not wha...&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: no &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Then why the fuck do you always act like it?&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: i just play around you know  there is fun in life &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Eh...fine.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Yeah, um...about fun...&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Stop with the sucking noise and the dick-sucking thing.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: okay form now on if i do that again please hit me pretty hard &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Ooh!  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: cool&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: so you got what you have to do right  &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: No.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: we should do a prank on danny when we go to orlando &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: No.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: what you have to do is hit when i do the stupid things again &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Oh.  Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: okay &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I'll be sure to remember.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: alright i got to go &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Bye.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: don't worry i'll remind you &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Erm...okay.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: i got to get clean &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: and start getting mature &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Why?  You were sucking cock?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: That won't happen any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: and get low on the anoyance  &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: You noticed that now, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: no  &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: but i want to start now &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: okay bye &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247 signed off at 10:07:27 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um...yeah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106626978981914635?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106626978981914635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106626978981914635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106626978981914635' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106609637382181793</id><published>2003-10-13T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T21:52:53.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Fucking die already!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a log from a chat that had Christopher in it.  The log is starting from when he came in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247 has entered the room.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: hey&lt;br /&gt;Poochi0921: huh&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Wordith upith.&lt;br /&gt;Poochi0921: hi who ever you are&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: nothinth youth&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Büch Dich.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: hell ya&lt;br /&gt;wineNcyanide: Who invited him!?!&lt;br /&gt;Poochi0921: who are you &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Of course I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Shit.  I'm lagging.&lt;br /&gt;Poochi0921: im little hhhhhyyypppppppeeeeeeeerrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: ok&lt;br /&gt;Poochi0921: dude tell me&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Büch Dich.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Büch Dich.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: okay man&lt;br /&gt;MoTleYmETaL4218 has left the room.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Bend down!&lt;br /&gt;Poochi0921: tell me&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: you first&lt;br /&gt;wineNcyanide: Oh god, the video...&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: *bends over*&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: remember ladies frist&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Chris?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: You suck.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: yus&lt;br /&gt;Poochi0921: chris what&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: thats not what you told me last night when you were choking on my 13 incher&lt;br /&gt;MoTleYmETaL4218 has entered the room.&lt;br /&gt;Poochi0921: eeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwww no its not&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Hmm....&lt;br /&gt;Poochi0921: liar&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: do you want me to tell you who invited me nicole&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Chris?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Its barely possible to get one thats ten feet.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: yus&lt;br /&gt;MoTleYmETaL4218: guess who?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Yus?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: WHAT THE FUCK?!&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Fuck off!!!&lt;br /&gt;Poochi0921: ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: God, you fucking copy cat!&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: whatever man&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: See how he copied "Yus"?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: You suck, dude.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: yes i am and what&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: And what?&lt;br /&gt;Poochi0921: hi chris&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: You don't know what the word stench means.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: ^_^&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: your mom&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I fucking hate you.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: My mom?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: My mom is nice.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: yes&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: What a diss, dude.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: "your mom".&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: i konw she is&lt;br /&gt;wineNcyanide: *snickers*&lt;br /&gt;wineNcyanide: He can't spell "know".&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Nicole?&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: and your even better in bed right adriana&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I'm not a bitch, okay?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: ...&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Chris&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: !&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Shut up!&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: God!!&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I am so sick of you thinking that just because Adrianna hugs you sometimes you are so fucking cool!&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: i am&lt;br /&gt;wineNcyanide: ummm.....no.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: don't you see yet&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: im the most popular person in school&lt;br /&gt;wineNcyanide: Chris, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;wineNcyanide: Who the fuck invited him!!!!!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: okay what ever you say&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Chris!&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: No!&lt;br /&gt;Poochi0921:  la la la la la la la la elmos world la la la la la la la la elmos world elmo loves his fishe and his crayon too&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Stop!&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: what&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: God!&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Notice this, people:&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: what about them&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Chris, seriously, stop.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: okay whatever&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: it really wasn't funny was it&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: No it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;wineNcyanide: I'm going to ignore Chris.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Chris, I'm going to tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Keep acting like this, and no one will be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;wineNcyanide: Yep.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: At this current moment, your cons outweigh your pros.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: lokk whatever some girls came over to see some movies so peace out &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: ...&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: What are they, five?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Chris?&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: no for your info. 19&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Suuure.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: what&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Nineteen?&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: im not playing around&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Suure.&lt;br /&gt;Poochi0921: keep going&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Its a sin to lie.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: remember that girl i should in the picture well thats her and she brought some other firends i know&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: What girl?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: What picture?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: That you should?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Thats not a word!&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: YOU FUCKING SUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: well i showed them to nohemi&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: No one likes you, okay, Chris?  They don't like you because of how you act.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Change if you want people to like you.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: fuck you&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: okay&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Fuck me?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Fuck me?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: *bends over*&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: GO FUCKING AHEAD!&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: FUCK ME RIGHT UP THE ASS!&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I am sick of your bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Thats all you ever do.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Is talk bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: just fucking leave me alnoe. you fucking motherfucking chicken fucker.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Wow, Chris.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: What a great comeback.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: your a little cranky go fuck your daily dose of chickens&lt;br /&gt;wineNcyanide has left the room.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: nicole left&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: So?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Fuck you, Chris.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: isn't that nice&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Your disses suck.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: not as much as your share of sucking every  day&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Heh.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Yeah, thats a good one.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: You suck, dude.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Chris, leave.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Go watch the movies with the nineteen year olds.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: *watches in pain and disgust as Javier sticks double dildo up ass and mouth while whacking off to gay porn*&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: dude&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: leave the dildos&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Uh-huh....&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: find yourself a real man&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Real man...like you?&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: or at least a dool shaped liked one&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Dool?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Whats that?&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: doll*&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: the dildos r only given u bigger holes&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Come here.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Uh-huh...&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: at least u get less pain and more gain from a man&lt;br /&gt;Poochi0921: this is fun&lt;br /&gt;Poochi0921: keep going&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Erm...&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: justr like those porn stars that u like watchin at my house&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Pr0n stars...&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: What?&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: who are you poochi0921&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: name plaese&lt;br /&gt;Poochi0921: christy leon&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: im sorry but my spelling is a little off&lt;br /&gt;Poochi0921: why who are you&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: the straighteness compensates for it&lt;br /&gt;Poochi0921: tell me&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: chris castillo'&lt;br /&gt;Poochi0921: hi &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: you should know me&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: You should know me?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;Poochi0921: hi hi hi &lt;br /&gt;Poochi0921: little hyper&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247 has left the room.&lt;br /&gt;Poochi0921: bye&lt;br /&gt;Poochi0921: peoples&lt;br /&gt;Poochi0921 has left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an IM I had with him after he left:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: i was beating you hard in the disses so i had to log off &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: No you weren't.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: to emmbarasing for you &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Um...&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: you did the homeworkl &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: You weren't beating me Chris.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: You just plain sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: for both classes &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Yus.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: i was talking to the 19 year old and she said i had nice theeth &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: and a big cock &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Uh-huh.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Dude?  FUCK OFF@&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: *!&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Go away.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: No one fucking likes you.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: You don't have a big cock.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: You don't have any nineteen year olds over at your house.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Maybe you might.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: However, I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: maybe sometime i could come over and show you &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Yeah, sure.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: were do you leave &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: None of your business.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: come on player it wont hurt &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: well just at the begging &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Player?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: What the fuck?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: You're gay?&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247 signed off at 9:50:32 PM. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106609637382181793?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106609637382181793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106609637382181793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106609637382181793' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106607986902218901</id><published>2003-10-13T17:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T17:17:49.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Fuck off!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in spillout, Chris asks what is better, the Playstation2 or the Gamecube.  I say that the Playstation2 is better in terms if performance, yet I prefer the majority of games on the Gamecube and...he tells me to fuck off and that he doesn't care.  Erm....yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we have to describe the sentence, "He/she is a slob." for L.A.  I write something and Chris reads it.  He fucking copies me.  No, no, get this.  I used the word stench.  He didn't know what that meant.  Then he writes in a paper why he copied me.  "I copied you because your to good.".  Notice a couple of errors, mainly two.  "Your" should be "you're" and "to" should be "too".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, keep in mind Chris gets straight A's, is in Honors Math and Science and Advanced everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106607986902218901?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106607986902218901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106607986902218901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106607986902218901' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106598023619994873</id><published>2003-10-12T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T13:37:15.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;To change or not to change?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I ordered the four items I told you about yesterday.  Now I'm having second thoughts on The Mars Volta CD.....hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106598023619994873?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106598023619994873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106598023619994873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106598023619994873' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106592364222220970</id><published>2003-10-11T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T21:54:16.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;It stings!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, well, turns out Nicole doesn't like me in the way I like her.  Should of known.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a good note, my account was reopened.  I'd rather have my account without ezSupporter than, well, no account and and no ezSupporter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see if I can buy SimCity 4:Rush Hour Expansion Pack, Children of Dune, God Emperor of Dune, and The Mars Volta's De-Loused in the Comatorium CD.  Its a total of $41.96.  I have forty dollars and I can lower the cost to $41.39.  Now lets see if my parents will let me buy it with my own money.  They never do, but eh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106592364222220970?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106592364222220970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106592364222220970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106592364222220970' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106583224345559415</id><published>2003-10-10T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T20:33:13.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;omg!  i'm banned!!11&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On short notice, I went to the ticket booth in the cafeteria to hand out permission slips for the dance with Adriana.  Nicole came in, without permission, after a while.  When she was going to leave, she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.  Wheeeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my account on ezBoard was banned!  Why?  Pete and I were sharing ezSupporter.  I emailed the President and he told me thats why.  He is willing to unban if Pete and I unlink.  Well, I guess I gots no ezSupporter.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaiv&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106583224345559415?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106583224345559415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106583224345559415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106583224345559415' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106572825357796963</id><published>2003-10-09T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T15:37:33.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I love you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm in second period, Math, doing some work when all of a sudden a kid comes in and gives the teacher three passes.  One for Javier, one for Tania, and one for me.  What is it for?  Student of the Month.  I'm one of the students of the month.  Wheeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once I say a lot in participation today in L.A.  The teacher asked us who the Chorus in Antigone was talking about.  I raise my hand and say man and she says that I'm right.  She asks me why and I say why.  No big deal, but hey, I got a participation point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterschool I see Nicole and we hug.  Then, she asks me what I was going to tell her and as I stand there trying to say it, I finally tell her that I love her.  First she says, "Oh, really?" because, I think, she thought I meant it truthfully as a friend.  However I then tell her not in the friendly way.  She then looks at me with surprise.  Nothing was said after that because I went to go with Chris to try and see the prinicipal and when we come back outside, Nicole is gone.  Oh well.  She isn't going to avoid me or anything, she isn't like that.  I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106572825357796963?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106572825357796963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106572825357796963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106572825357796963' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106566352797462475</id><published>2003-10-08T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T21:38:47.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;They call me, Mr. Pig!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished seeing The Lion King a while ago.  OH MY GOD!!!  It kicked so much ass!  I am so happy that I bought the collector's gift boxset.  The nine character drawings are so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents got new cellphones today.  Cingular.  My mom's is very small.  Without the antennae, it fits in my palm.  My dad's is not that small.  They're pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106566352797462475?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106566352797462475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106566352797462475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106566352797462475' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106529150469762811</id><published>2003-10-04T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T14:18:24.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Baby pictures!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I uploaded some baby pictures of me and posted them at Lakeside.  Click &lt;a href="http://pub89.ezboard.com/flakesideviewfrm8.showMessage?topicID=241.topic"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106529150469762811?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106529150469762811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106529150469762811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106529150469762811' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106521426118129545</id><published>2003-10-03T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T16:51:00.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Huggles!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole hugged me a lot today.  I got hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106521426118129545?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106521426118129545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106521426118129545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106521426118129545' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106488216650678236</id><published>2003-09-29T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T16:56:14.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;The joys of rain.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my computer, playing SimCity 4, and its raining.  All of a sudden, bam!  Lightning flash and then thunder and the elecricity goes off!  This was around late four o'clock to early five o'clock.  It just came back.  Fun?  Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106488216650678236?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106488216650678236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106488216650678236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106488216650678236' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106461158433532718</id><published>2003-09-26T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T17:26:24.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Fuck you, Jose.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, a teacher heard me say "Fuck" and Jose got a detention.  Our third period teacher was sitting us in alphabetical order.  I was in the back.  I can't see from the back.  So, I tell the teacher and he puts me behind Jose.  He sees that I go, "Aww, man." and tells me that if he bothers me, to tell him.  So, I sit there and Jose says, "Aww, man.".  I say, "Fuck you." however the teacher doesn't hear.  After a while, he starts bitching and calling me pajaro.  Pajaro means bird in Spanish, however, it also means gay.  So this time I say, "Fuck you Jose." and the teacher hears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose gets a detention.  Wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106461158433532718?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106461158433532718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106461158433532718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106461158433532718' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106453167446407426</id><published>2003-09-25T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T19:14:34.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;No work, no play.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I said my parents aren't getting anymore calls for work?  They still aren't.  I hope we start getting more calls, I'm starting to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106453167446407426?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106453167446407426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106453167446407426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106453167446407426' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106443256832706131</id><published>2003-09-24T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T15:42:48.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Fun with the cops&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a test today in my Earth/Space Science Honors class on a scantron.  When we got the results back, only one person got an A.  I got the A.  I am so speshul.  Wheeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school was a lot of fun.  I saw a cop pass by.  I told my friend, Gio, "Isn't that your ride?".  He then went to hide behind me playing around, saying thats his probation officer.  After a long time, a bunch of cops started coming.  Seven to be exact.  Gio, prior to this, took off his shirt on put it on his head saying he is an Arab.  He started messing around saying, "May Allah bless you.".  So, the cops come.  Gio does that devil symbol thingy that, I think it looks like this typed: \/m\/ Or something like that, I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last cop saw him and he did it too.  Then we go to where they are and they say they are going to have a party.  *shrugs*  My friend, Laura, asks me how to say rapist in English, and I tell her.  She then asks the cops if they have found the guy raping all these people in Kendall.  I think they said no.  I ask, "Isn't it him?", pointing to Gio.  Laura then says, "No, I think its you.".  My reply was, "Oh shit!" implying my cover is blown.  Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm a moron, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh!  Fun with Joses too.  The fucking midget, before this happens, is talking with his friends as Gio and I run to where they are.  Not to them, to the area.  Then Jose starts calling me "nerdsquad".  "They care about their grades." and crap.  Fun, eh?  The kid is an eigth grader and I can bet you he isn't even four feet five inches tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106443256832706131?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106443256832706131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106443256832706131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106443256832706131' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106435322227409510</id><published>2003-09-23T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T17:40:22.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I give it a week&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today while walking to fourth period I see a friend of mine, Davis.  Well, as I'm walking I see his girlfriend, Alexandria.  She drops her backpack and runs to him and hugs him.  Its like she hasn't seen him in years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is Yoe and Nicole.  Who are touching each other in spillout &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; the fucking time.  I swear, you see his hands on her waist all the time and they are kissing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They won't last until 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this Nicole isn't the same one that hugs me.  Its another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106435322227409510?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106435322227409510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106435322227409510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106435322227409510' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106427622005797859</id><published>2003-09-22T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T20:18:57.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Fun with Chris&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine, Chris, IMed me asking me to find him a website that says how to make crystals.  I ask Matt for a link to a site.  Crystals?  No.  Goatse.  ^_^  Here is the chat log:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: can you do me a favor &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Erm, sure?&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: can you find me a website on how to make crystals&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Er..&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: using copper sulfate, sugar and salts, and espon salts all of them are seperate&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: it's hard &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: i've beeen trying to find that information for the past couple of hours &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Hold on.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: okay&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Here you go!&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: bicth&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: ^_^&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: bitch&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: fuck you&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: How the hell am I going to know of a site that says how to make crystals?&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: i think i found one &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: you'r a freaking perv &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Dude?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Goatse isn't perverted.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Its sick.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: did you do the la homewrok&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: work&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: What homework?  I asked you today and you said there was none.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: study &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: i tihnk &lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: don't now&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: who is pottedplant72 &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: My friend, Matt.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: how did he get my im&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I copied and pasted our little chat with the Goatse link in the IM I have with him.  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: I asked him to give me the link.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: he just blocked me &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Really?&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: the coward&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: HA!&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: tell him to unblock me &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Why?&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: if he has the balls&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: i need to talk to him&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: are you there &lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: did you ask him&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: He is going to unblock you.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247: he did&lt;br /&gt;MegaWargreymon6: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Chrismike247 signed off at 8:12:30 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106427622005797859?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106427622005797859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106427622005797859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106427622005797859' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106425868621060718</id><published>2003-09-22T15:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T15:25:01.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Dune &gt; joo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dune is getting so fucking awesome.  If you haven't read it, I highly recommend it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends of mine at school are going to make a video game.  They say the'll finish by May.  Do I think they'll make it?  No, of course not.  I'll be helping with the website.  Wheeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106425868621060718?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106425868621060718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106425868621060718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106425868621060718' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106417178366555111</id><published>2003-09-21T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T15:16:23.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;omg!  comments!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Matt, I now have a little link to those comment thingies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106417178366555111?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106417178366555111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106417178366555111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106417178366555111' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106416497081099101</id><published>2003-09-21T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T13:22:50.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Tigers or death.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day the'll show &lt;em&gt;Living with Tigers&lt;/em&gt;, at least for a while.  If I don't see it, I'll commit suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't this a bitch.  My parents aren't getting any calls for any work.  If this keeps on, we'll be broke in a couple of months. Fun?  Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106416497081099101?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106416497081099101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106416497081099101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106416497081099101' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106408894448183981</id><published>2003-09-20T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T16:15:44.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Why?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my problem was fixed.  However I'm not happy.  I was supposed to watch &lt;em&gt;Living with Tigers&lt;/em&gt; today, remember?  I missed it again.  Yes, I got the e-mail from Discovery Channel.com.  However I got it now as this was when I was able to log on.  I am not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106408894448183981?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106408894448183981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106408894448183981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106408894448183981' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106392008722207200</id><published>2003-09-18T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T18:19:12.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;No DSL, and a ditz.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today in school our science teacher was talking about physical science.  We came to meteorology and the teacher was saying how meteor indicates things falling from the sky, and she starts naming things like rain, snow, etc.  Well, all of a sudden this girl who I know says, "Birds?".  Birds?  Yes, when they die or are shot, but birds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets better.  Our teacher is then talking about how the cave people thought of the earth as Mother Earth.  Our teacher is saying Mother and is cut off by the same girl and says, "Teresa?".  Mother Teresa?  The morons I deal with at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, I can not go onto the Internet on my computer.  Right now I'm on my old, 56K.  This bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106392008722207200?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106392008722207200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106392008722207200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106392008722207200' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106383760879167722</id><published>2003-09-17T18:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T18:26:48.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hellsing kicks so much fucking ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i wuv my crystal and matt.  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106383760879167722?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106383760879167722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106383760879167722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106383760879167722' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106382788424211490</id><published>2003-09-17T15:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T15:44:43.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Fun with whiteout.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way back to class from lunch, some moron thought it would be fun to throw whiteout at my back.  I'm not talking about the liquid paper pen, I'm talking about the one with the brush.  So, I'm walking and I feel something hit me in the back, near my left shoulder blade.  Surprise, surprise, it splatters over my back and my right pant leg and on three other friends of mine.  Ain't that cool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Nicole hugged me today.  Yay!  I'm feeling very speshul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106382788424211490?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106382788424211490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106382788424211490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106382788424211490' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106373987745449321</id><published>2003-09-16T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T15:17:57.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Huggles!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so, today after school I see my bestest best friend, Nicole.  She hugs me three times!  w00t!  Thats a record for me.  I love ya, Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we have to do a science project for Science class.  A friend and I are doing one about candles.  The nineteenth experiment was about condoms.  Which condom is the strongest.  I wanted to do that one, but nah.  :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106373987745449321?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106373987745449321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106373987745449321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106373987745449321' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106367402476297665</id><published>2003-09-15T21:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T21:10:45.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Tigers are back!!!111!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are going to re-air &lt;em&gt;Living with Tigers&lt;/em&gt; on Saturday!!  w00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another unrelated note, my bestest best friend in the whole wide univarse, Nicole, has a non-existent band and AC Lane is going to be her rythm guitarist.  The band's name is the Vigilantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wub u nicole!!1!11!111eleventyone!!!!11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106367402476297665?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106367402476297665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106367402476297665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106367402476297665' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106365586988602991</id><published>2003-09-15T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T16:00:47.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I feel speshul.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Episode of "Who the Fuck is ..." &lt;br /&gt;Okay, who the hell is Javi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His Blog is appearing at so many places, and I have no clue who the hell he is. Damn it, give me a screen name so I might be able to tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some research, I have figured out who the hell "Javi" is. From now on, when he is referred to in this blog, he will be referred to with the quotation marks, and shall not make the "World of Blogs," for I do not know him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# posted by John @ 9/14/2003 09:54:47 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel speshul!!  :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106365586988602991?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106365586988602991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106365586988602991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106365586988602991' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106365371992593238</id><published>2003-09-15T15:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T16:01:13.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well...some updates today!  I'm pissed.  I missed the show they were going to give on Discover last night, "Living with Tigers".  I like Tigers.  I missed the show.  I'm not happy.  I want them to rerun it already.  &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've added links to Rie's blog and to X's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106365371992593238?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106365371992593238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106365371992593238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106365371992593238' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106358639659341244</id><published>2003-09-14T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T16:02:03.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;font color="silver"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Love sucks, Rammstein kicks ass.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t!  I told her!  I'm so proud.  Thanks to Matt for helping me.  And thanks to her for taking it so well.   ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106358639659341244?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106358639659341244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106358639659341244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106358639659341244' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5812607.post-106358400761672123</id><published>2003-09-14T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T20:00:07.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love is fucked up.  Seriously, it is.  Oh, wait, you knew that already?  Sorry.  Don't you just hate knowing you don't have a chance with a girl but your heart has a small space where it thinks it just might work?  I hate it.  It sucks.  Then again, it could just be the puberty talking.  I can't wait until I past this phase and hopefully have my emotions clam the fuck down.  If you can't tell, yes there is a girl in my life right now that stands out.  No, I don't care if you read this; I just feel like talking about this and my friend, Matt, has heard enough and he is the only one I can talk to.  So, for this time, you listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I probably don't really like her.  Read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horse has a tendency to believe that the person who spends the most time doting over Horse, the better a companion that person is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a Horse.  Maybe its true, maybe it ain't.  I really don't know which it is.  But either way, I'll get hurt because it just can't happen.  Oh well.  She is really nice and sweet.  And pretty to boot.  Bah!  This sucks so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Javi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5812607-106358400761672123?l=baseofoperations.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106358400761672123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5812607/posts/default/106358400761672123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baseofoperations.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106358400761672123' title=''/><author><name>Javier</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08610351001776526616</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
