<?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-6931806</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:47:06.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life of an A/V Nerd Rock Climber</title><subtitle type='html'>My name is Samuel Adams. I am 21 years old and I am a student at the University of Utah in Salt Lake City. I am a server at Chili's (which is funny because before I got a job there I never wanted to go to there to eat). I rock rock climb, restore cars, and am an audiophile that spends way too much money on equipment.  I enjoy movies, anime, punk rock and jazz (weird combination I know).  And I am still in LOVE with my girlfriend, Kailey, even after 3.5 years.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-116617721454028968</id><published>2006-12-15T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T02:06:54.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>before / after</title><content type='html'>before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r15/jseinfield/Picture013.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and after....(front)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o85/avclimber/1215060250.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(rear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o85/avclimber/1215060252.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and yes, we've had complaints&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-116617721454028968?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/116617721454028968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=116617721454028968' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/116617721454028968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/116617721454028968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2006/12/before-after.html' title='before / after'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-116493365734857101</id><published>2006-11-30T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T16:40:57.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a paradox</title><content type='html'>When you are younger you can't wait to be older so that you can have all kinds of freedom to do whatever you want, and when you become older you would gladly give up all that freedom to live the carefree, stress free life you once had.  The only freedom I truly enjoy about being an adult is no bedtime and I can eat ice cream whenever I want, although when I was younger I could eat whatever I wanted and not gain any weight.  I don't know, these wishes of being able to return to how life was previously seems to accompany me whenever I make a change.  I was so glad to graduate from high school and go to a university.  I like the school part but there is also a lot more responsibility: having to pay for school, rent, food, cell phone, deciding what you want to do for the rest of your life, juggling finances.  In high school I only had to worry about money for my car and recreation.  Right now I'm wishing I could move back home and work at Magnolia again.  All I ever did was work, rock climb, and go out with Kailey (COC didn't require any studying).&lt;br /&gt;I hate money, mainly because I never seem to have enough of it.  Kailey and I are planning on getting married next fall, but I have no idea how I can afford it, unless by some miracle I can qualify for some additional student loans and use them to pay off credit card debt and finance a ring (Diamonds aren't even rare, but distribution makes them so freakin expensive!) It's not just the ring either, a honeymoon costs about $4-5,000.  I also need to buy a car so that I can get a better job that doesn't have to be so close to my apartment, but I need a better job so I can afford a car.  Right now I am so poor that my roommate and I are mooching off of other people's wireless connections without them knowing.  All I want to do is rock climb, unfortunately I am forced to live in the real world.  Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;I like Christmas, I'm listening to Manheim Steamroller's Christmas Celebration right now.  The crappy thing about Christmas in Utah is that there is snow which means no climbing, except for gyms which cost money that I don't have.  I wish I had money to buy presents though.  You know, I would play the lotto in hopes of solving all of my financial dilemmas but continuing with its ridiculousness, the lotto is illegal in Utah.  This state is soo weird, I can't wait to go back to California.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-116493365734857101?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/116493365734857101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=116493365734857101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/116493365734857101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/116493365734857101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2006/11/life-is-paradox.html' title='Life is a paradox'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-116348436940836759</id><published>2006-11-13T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:08:39.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime</title><content type='html'>Anime. It may seem childish to some, but I really enjoy watching it...still.  I first got interested in it when I was a freshman in highschool (ashamed to say it was dragonball that got me interested).  And ever since it has been one of my favorite mediums of entertainment.  I like a lot of shows produced in the U.S., Seinfield is by far one of the best, FRIENDS is great, Scrubs, Nip Tuck, all of these shows are good, but for some reason I find anime tends to be better because I feel that it evokes an emotional response that American television lacks (and maybe it's because deep down Im still a kid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I just finished watching Gundam Wing, which was actually about a five year or so process.  I watched about half of the series that was bootlegged on Bryan's computer and then we somehow never finished it, so about six months ago I found it at Best Buy for a good price and bought the whole series which I didn't start watching until about a month ago.  I finished it on Friday and I watched the movie (which I got off of Amazon.com for 4 bucks) today.  I thought the TV series was amazing and understand why it is a classic, however, sad to say I was disappointed with the movie.  The animation was definently better than the TV series, and the Gundams looked awesome, but I felt that Bandai just wanted to milk it for what it was worth.  It was basically a long drawn out episode that was poorly linked to the rest of the series, and in my opinion was rather anti-climactic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough of that...Now to list my top five favorite anime series.&lt;br /&gt;1) Kenshin (hands down the best, the first two seasons anyways)&lt;br /&gt;2) Evangelion&lt;br /&gt;3)Noir (which I saw first thanks to bootlegged copies Bryan got from Grace when she was in Japan)&lt;br /&gt;3) Outlaw Star&lt;br /&gt;4) Gundam Wing&lt;br /&gt;5) Record of Lodoss War&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone reads this who is into anime leave me a list of your top five, or I'd be delighted if there are any suggestions for good series that I need to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-116348436940836759?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/116348436940836759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=116348436940836759' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/116348436940836759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/116348436940836759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2006/11/anime.html' title='Anime'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-116323927097427771</id><published>2006-11-11T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T02:14:08.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new/first place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r15/jseinfield/Picture013.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living Room....awaiting the rest of the system...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r15/jseinfield/Picture026.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r15/jseinfield/Picture025.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathroom 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r15/jseinfield/Picture019.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...the smallest Kitchen on Planet Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r15/jseinfield/Picture022.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy dude on my bed in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r15/jseinfield/Picture017.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the entry way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Che in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r15/jseinfield/Picture016.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya I know the pictures are not the proper size, but hey for anyone who reads my blog, pics is a giant step...I started and finished watching Gundam Wing after seen half of it years ago bootlegged on Bryan's computer.  I was quite pleased with it, and can't wait to see Endless Waltz tomorrow night.  Serving still sucks but is not that stressful anymore.  Grace Im pretty sure you are the only person that reads my blog and I thank you for that.  I have met more Gay guys in SLC than anywhere I have ever lived, which seems kinda odd because of the whole religeous influence thing we got going on here.  I'm thinking of changing my major to English so I can completely avoid math, plus Econ, although interesting at times, can put you to sleep faster than a stoner who's finished off everything in the pantry.  Anyways, these are my random thoughts which I seem to record every couple of months or so....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-116323927097427771?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/116323927097427771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=116323927097427771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/116323927097427771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/116323927097427771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2006/11/newfirst-place.html' title='new/first place'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-115800660349092010</id><published>2006-09-11T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T13:30:03.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Employment can suck...</title><content type='html'>So Im Employed again.  I now work for Brinker International which owns resturaunts like Chili's and Macaroni Grill, and I am gonna be a server at the Chili's in downtown Salt Lake...the only thing is I have never served before.  Im not really nervous but there are a couple of bullshit things that are required in order to serve in Utah.  The first is that you must be twenty one in order to serve in the state of Utah.  The second thing is that in order for me to be qualified to serve alcohol i must take an online course that takes three hours and costs thirty dollars for a stupid certification.  Lastly, if at work someone orders a drink at the bar the bartender will make it but then in order to give it to the customer must walk around the bar in oder to actually give it to the customer!  I swear prohibition would be easier.  My slip resistant shoes give me blisters.  You know, my blog is more of a place for me to rant and rave than an online journal.  I also need to figure out how to put up pictures...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-115800660349092010?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/115800660349092010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=115800660349092010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/115800660349092010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/115800660349092010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2006/09/employment-can-suck.html' title='Employment can suck...'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-115785907057909351</id><published>2006-09-09T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T20:31:10.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The genuis is that my brother, Ben</title><content type='html'>I've decied to write a poem while i wait for AV to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was reading my book for my myth class&lt;br /&gt;when i hurt my toe on a knob made of brass&lt;br /&gt;a shot of pain ran up from my toe&lt;br /&gt;it felt like it was chopped off with a hoe&lt;br /&gt;i gasped in the pain as i fell down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;but i broke my fall with a bunch of wooden chairs&lt;br /&gt;the stumble caused my neck to break&lt;br /&gt;and then jake came and hit me with a rake&lt;br /&gt;with a stubbed toe, broken neck, and pierced thigh&lt;br /&gt;i made a turnakit with a tie&lt;br /&gt;with my leg turning purple and blue&lt;br /&gt;chloe gave me her flu&lt;br /&gt;i spent the rest of the night throwing up&lt;br /&gt;into what i thought was a bucket, but was really a cup&lt;br /&gt;i woke up the next mornign really really tired&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to tell donald trump he was fired&lt;br /&gt;because of this he got really mad&lt;br /&gt;and he stole a gun from his dad&lt;br /&gt;So trump came over to my house&lt;br /&gt;and ate a poor tiny mouse&lt;br /&gt;then he saw me in a room&lt;br /&gt;and mom and dad heard a boom&lt;br /&gt;they rushed down the stairs and guess what they could find&lt;br /&gt;me, IM BLIND&lt;br /&gt;the donald saw that he missed&lt;br /&gt;he was really really pissed&lt;br /&gt;so he pretended he was bruce lee&lt;br /&gt;and in the end he murdered me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben, i told you this would be published&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-115785907057909351?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/115785907057909351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=115785907057909351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/115785907057909351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/115785907057909351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2006/09/genuis-is-that-my-brother-ben.html' title='The genuis is that my brother, Ben'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-115614421186381543</id><published>2006-08-20T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T00:10:11.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U of U</title><content type='html'>Well Im back here at the University of Utah....I have mixed feeling about it.  Im very happy to be out of Santa Clarita and out on my own again.  I am also very excited about once again attending courses at a University (COC sucks).  My roommates seem pretty cool.  Hugo Jacabo is from Irvine California and we seem to get along pretty well.  My suitemates are Joe Nations and Blake.  ITs cool cause three of us are from soCal so we get along.  This is all good however,  there are many things im not excited about.  The first, and most major, is that I had to leave my girlfriend of three years behind in California.  Its really tough because we are to the point where we are talking about marraige and leaving her was by far the hardest thing.  The second and most suprising was leaving one of my best friends, Ajay.  In the last couple months he has become one of my closest friends.  He is very generous and optomistic, he can make anyone, no matter what mood they are in, smile.  He made a great climbing partner (even though he was able to complete problems after only a couple of months that it took me years to accomplish, in turn making me frustrated).  Im not happy about not being able to go climbing, Utah is one of the climbing meccas in the world and i have no one to go with and no form of transportation to go.  Although quitting Best Buy was very fufilling, being unemployed is not.  I just finished filling out an application with Wells Fargo, so im keeping my fingers crossed.  Other than that i dont have much to complain about...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-115614421186381543?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/115614421186381543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=115614421186381543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/115614421186381543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/115614421186381543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2006/08/u-of-u.html' title='U of U'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-114367658297889736</id><published>2006-03-29T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T15:56:23.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva el me!</title><content type='html'>Betcha thought I would never post again huh?  Oh ya, thats right, nobody reads this.  Oh well.  I have nothing to do for about twenty minutes before I have to go to class.  I cannot wait to get out of this suburban hell hole called santa clarita.  Its fuckin ridiculous, and with each passing day I become ever so more hateful towards the world and its populants.  Working in retail has made me realize how superficial the world really is, and is even more blantantly obivious when stuck in a very large suburban setting in Southern California.  Im gonna make a list of things I hate, you know, anger management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Retail - this consumes more of my time than anything else and for that reason I hate it the most.  I work forty hours a week at an electronics sotore to earn money that I dont need simply to perpetuate, reinforce, and partake in the consumerism I am opposed to.  I know its hypacritical, and thats another thing I hate, but in a capitalistic society its hard not to get caught up in it.&lt;br /&gt;2) Politics - No so much on a government level (those will always be B.S.) but within my job.  I have yet to meet one manager that does want his/her ass kissed by everyone in the store.   And so many of these kids/employees have never has much other work experience and buy into the crap that if they stay with the company they can move up and make lots of money if they work hard.  Little do they know that it has little to do with how hard they work and more of how well they can supress their gag reflex while shoving multiple cocks down their throat.  And dont even get me started on the twacked out district managers, theyre the worst.  The come in on their high and mighty horse thinking they know how everything works and how to solve all the problems.  When we dont hit our revenue goals for the day its "our" fault.  Forget that we sold ten thousand dollars of equipment to all of the three total customers we has in the store, "winners find a way", Have you ever heard of a more bogus bullshit saying in your life?  I HATE RETAIL!!!! Oh! and they never fuckin listen to you when they ask you questions, as soon as you start to give them an answer their eyes start to glaze over and after about ten seconds they interupt you with what they want to hear!&lt;br /&gt;3) Emo Kids- Goddammit!! they are the bane of my existence.  Dont get me wrong, I hate suburbia just as much as the next guy, but screaming into a microphone, cutting yourself, and crying all the while dressed up in your sister's make-up and and jeans? C'mon.  Maybe if you didnt wear her underwear and have that thong up your ass you wouldnt feel like you were so "misunderstood".  We get it, youre "special", "unique", "beautiful on the inside", but do something productive, paint a picture, dont just record yourself being depressed and whining about life, thats called throwing a tantraum.  If youre that depressed do the world a favor, buy a gun and stick it in your mouth, the world is fucked up as it is enough without a bunch of gender confused degenrates running around torturing others with their "art".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies when youre having fun, got to go to class.  Lates&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-114367658297889736?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/114367658297889736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=114367658297889736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/114367658297889736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/114367658297889736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2006/03/viva-el-me.html' title='Viva el me!'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-112502633686700823</id><published>2005-08-25T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T20:18:56.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heads Up</title><content type='html'>Just Letting everybody know that I will be shaving my head tonight.  I am in my Compsci class.  How do you people in IRvine major in this? Tim I would much rather major in art history.  Okay, see you later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-112502633686700823?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/112502633686700823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=112502633686700823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/112502633686700823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/112502633686700823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2005/08/heads-up.html' title='Heads Up'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-111627859299159122</id><published>2005-05-16T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T14:23:26.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suppose</title><content type='html'>I suppose I should post something. For who? I have no idea. Nobody reads this, but I post for myself. I guess it really is a journal. I apply to colleges this november. I plan on going to UCLA or UCI. I need to join HITE. I never have time or money to do anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-111627859299159122?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/111627859299159122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=111627859299159122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111627859299159122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111627859299159122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2005/05/suppose.html' title='Suppose'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-111583849145420513</id><published>2005-05-11T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T12:08:11.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chem is:</title><content type='html'>Chemistry is pointless.  I don't think that any profession, with the exception of professor, must deal with the meaningless problems such as figuring what the Molarity, or molality of a substance is.  The only thing that chemistry does for me is lower my self esteem.  I know that I am not the brightest person when it comes to chemistry, and when I get marked off for trivial details (i.e. wrong amount of significant numbers) it makes me want to commit murder.  Any subject that I cannot learn everyhting I need to for a test in one night is dumb and should be thrown out of existence.  Adam, how you can major in chem is beyond me.  I don't know maybe you have a professor who is not Indian and can speak in unbroken english without uneccessary emphasis on  certain sylabols(sp? is it sylabuls?).  Hopefully I can pass this class with a C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-111583849145420513?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/111583849145420513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=111583849145420513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111583849145420513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111583849145420513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2005/05/chem-is.html' title='Chem is:'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-111505433178386098</id><published>2005-05-02T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T10:18:51.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thoughts</title><content type='html'>Ive decided to jot down some of my thoughts on my blog, not that anybody reads it, I just feel like putting them in writing.  First of all Sublime is a good band to listen to if you just want to relax and hang out while listening to music.  I have decided that I need a better receiver for my sound system, there's just not enough power to give me the sound that I want.  This is a dilema since I also need another subwoofer for my system as well (that's right &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt;).  Once Magnolia roles out I may consider getting some Definitive Technologies speaker system and move the athenas to the bedroom.  It's not that I dislike my athenas, I love them, so much in fact that I tell everyone about them.  I love athena, she's the goddess of wisdom, but Definitive Technologies is like Hates, just kicks so much more ass.  I also need a powerbook which I plan to get by the end of summer.  Macs rule.  I've decided that taking dayquil is like taking speed, everything seems to go by faster than it is.  I don't really care about graduating within a certain time frame as long as I get it done.  I have my whole life to get things done, and I know it does get harder as one gets older but I really don't care.  As long as I can make the money to support myself in whatever I choose to do in the future I'll be fine.  I plan and finishing within the next three years, however if opportunities arise for me to do things that I want I will take them.  If you always do what you want you will never have any regrets.  You may look back and wish you would have done the things you did differently but as long as you accomplish your goals you're set.  Maybe it's just the Dayquil talking.  If anybody reads this and you live in the Santa Clarita area and you want a job at Best Buy let me know.  Ska is good music.  I miss Kailey, I have not been able to spend much time with her in the past couple of weeks.  I am really looking forward to summer, work will be the only obligation.  I plan to visit Irvine more often, especially once my van is fixed.  I am going to have the sickest apartment (assuming I get Magnolia).  Picture this:  50-60" lcd / dlp tv, Athena speaker system, two 13" lcd's in the corner for gaming with love sacs to sit on, the main couches will be salamander furniture (tim, go to a magnolia best buy to the magnolia section and sit in some of the furniture), an lcd tv in the kitchen, the walls covered with all kinds of movie posters including my framed scarface poster, my dvd collection, in my room, a queen size bed, my desk with a 15" powerbook chillin' on it, band posters used as wallpaper, a 32-36" SONY tube with lesser surround sound system, a Boston Acoustic alarm clock, and a barbeque (sp? i don't think anyone can spell that correctly).  Really, could a 19-20 yr old kid want anything more, if so let me know, I can't think of anything.  I think I am the only blogger that does not use paragraphs, not to mention a pletheral (sp?) of spelling and grammatical errors complimented with runon sentences.  Damn, Sublime is the shit.  That's true, maybe a new car, we'll have to see if we can work that in.  I think I am out of thoughts.  I am going to hold off one more week with the term paper, but I am getting everything else done.  Summer is gonna be fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-111505433178386098?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/111505433178386098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=111505433178386098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111505433178386098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111505433178386098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-thoughts.html' title='Just thoughts'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-111465203915317502</id><published>2005-04-27T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T18:33:59.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for Magnolia</title><content type='html'>If I become a Magnolia Sales Rep. then I will get paid $15-$20 an hour.  Then I could afford $600 a month in Irvine, however it would take a little longer to transfer there, about a year, but we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-111465203915317502?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/111465203915317502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=111465203915317502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111465203915317502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111465203915317502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2005/04/waiting-for-magnolia.html' title='Waiting for Magnolia'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-111419802972621393</id><published>2005-04-22T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T12:27:09.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.boingboing.net/2005/04/20/berkeley_laptop_thie.html"&gt;http://www.boingboing.net/2005/04/20/berkeley_laptop_thie.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-111419802972621393?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/111419802972621393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=111419802972621393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111419802972621393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111419802972621393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2005/04/holy-crap.html' title='Holy crap!'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-111402253539932628</id><published>2005-04-20T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T11:42:15.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I indisputably can't let the U.S. Government's misinformation and misguided arguments about conformism go by without comment. First, the misinformation: the U.S. Government suggests that a totalitarian dictatorship is the best form of government we could possibly have. Where the heck did it come up with that? Before you answer, let me point out that it may glamorize drug usage right after it reads this letter. Let it. By the next full moon, I will nourish children with good morals and self-esteem. If everyone does his own, small part, together we can take up the all-encompassing challenge of freedom, justice, equality, and the pursuit of life with full dignity.&lt;br /&gt;It is probably unwise to say this loudly, but the U.S. Government should learn to appreciate what it has instead of feeling so oppressed because it can't do everything it wants, every time it wants to. For proof of this ongoing tragedy, one has only to realize that as incredible and bizarre as it sounds, humanity is undeniably the victim of a diabolical conspiracy masterminded by the U.S. Government to throw away our freedom, our honor, and our future. Now, I could go off on that point alone, but it is thoroughly versipellous. When it's with plebeians, the U.S. Government warms the cockles of their hearts by remonstrating against despotism. But when it is safely surrounded by its helpers, the U.S. Government instructs them to portray eccentric, sullen smut peddlers as nabobs of materialism. That type of cunning two-sidedness tells us that when the U.S. Government says that it's inappropriate to teach children right from wrong, in its mind, that's supposed to end the argument. It's like it believes it has said something very profound. It should scarcely seem questionable to anyone that the U.S. Government's latest "revelation" (really, hallucination) is that it has the mandate of Heaven to allow federally funded research to mushroom into a grumpy, grossly inefficient system, hampered by annoying marauders and anal-retentive crackpots, as evidenced by the way that its froward, unsophisticated proposed social programs foist the most poisonously false and destructive myths imaginable upon us. The U.S. Government then blames us for that. Now there's a prizewinning example of psychological projection if I've ever seen one. I can only create a world in which snobbism, Trotskyism, and cannibalism are all but forgotten if the U.S. Government's army of scornful spielers is decimated down to those whose inborn lack of character permits them to betray anyone and everyone for the well-known thirty pieces of silver.&lt;br /&gt;Why does ethnocentrism exist? What causes it? And why does the media consistently refuse to acknowledge that the U.S. Government and its underlings are blossoms on the upas tree of hedonism? To understand the answers to those questions, you first have to realize that the U.S. Government would like to see all of our individual liberties digest in the bowels of an all-powerful State. But there is a further-reaching implication: It is capable of only two things, namely whining and underhanded tricks. On the surface, it would seem merely that each of us should realize after a moment's thought that the extent of collaboration between the U.S. Government and callow crybabies is currently unknown, but presumably significant. But the truth is that the U.S. Government recently claimed that a plausible excuse is a satisfactory substitute for performance. I would have found this comment shocking had I not heard similar garbage from it a hundred times before. Now for some parting advice: Look at the facts. Analyze the arguments. Think about the motives of the people who are telling you that genocide, slavery, racism, and the systematic oppression, degradation, and exploitation of most of the world's people are all completely justified. And have confidence in yourself. Remember, neither the U.S. Government nor its shock troops have dealt squarely or clearly with the fact that I must protest the U.S. Government's use of pestiferous, moonstruck numskulls to make us the helpless puppets of our demographic labels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-111402253539932628?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/111402253539932628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=111402253539932628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111402253539932628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111402253539932628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-111384447663557186</id><published>2005-04-18T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T10:14:36.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post a comment</title><content type='html'>I will give whoever makes an interesting comment on my blog $1 for each one.  There is a limit to $5 per person.  Posts must be made within 48 hours of this post.  start now...(btw, im serious) Tim and Bryan this is a chance for you to make some money.  This is also for anyone else that may come across my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-111384447663557186?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/111384447663557186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=111384447663557186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111384447663557186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111384447663557186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2005/04/post-comment.html' title='Post a comment'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-111342462504777195</id><published>2005-04-13T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T13:40:25.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They're magically delicious!!!</title><content type='html'>The cereal parts of Lucky Charms are Christian symbols. The marshmallow bits are pagan symbols. This lures children away from Christianity with sweet, tempting pagany-goodness. Its a Satanic plot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-111342462504777195?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/111342462504777195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=111342462504777195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111342462504777195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111342462504777195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2005/04/theyre-magically-delicious.html' title='They&apos;re magically delicious!!!'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-111328281733741648</id><published>2005-04-11T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T22:14:48.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointless letter</title><content type='html'>Here is a letter that I stayed up til 4 in the morning writing (this is because I was skateboarding and half asleep til about one). This was one of the most retarted things I have done because I ended up not even giving it the the recipents (sp?). Bryan please forgive any grammitical or stylistic errors. Tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear Mr. and Mrs. Simons,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;The purpose of this letter is to reaffirm everything I have said in our previous conversation, as well as to reassure myself that I have not forgotten anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not making excuses in hopes that you will forgive me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My main objective is to give you a better understanding of where I am coming from and my situation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Love is defined by &lt;u&gt;Webster’s New World Dictionary &lt;/u&gt;as a passionate affection of one person for another, a strong affection or liking for someone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Simons, I love your daughter with all my heart, mind, and soul.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kailey is the sweetest, most amazing, most spiritual women I have ever met.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She loves and cares for everyone she meets, and is a comfort to those in need.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many men will search their entire lives looking for a woman of the same caliber, it just so happens that I am one of those lucky few that have actually found one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not only have I been honored to meet one, but also have been given the opportunity to become great friends with her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I love Kailey.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is the first person I think about when I wake up in the morning and my last thoughts are of her as I fall asleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kailey means everything to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is my best friend, the one person I can talk to about anything, the one person I can confide in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Everyday I aspire to enrich her life and my every action is done with her happiness in mind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kailey is the love of my life, and I have spent the past year and a half planning and working towards a future with her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Over the course of the past year and a half I have endured many trials and tribulations while pursuing a relationship with your daughter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the past year and half I have been condemned to hell by Kailey’s best friend, have been told by a fellow colleague at work, a stranger to the family, that the Simons family will never accept me, have had beliefs, views, questions, and theories of mine skewed to be portrayed as those which are not Christian, and have been subject to prejudice, stereotypes, and bigotry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The biggest issue has been whether or not my beliefs and values are the same as those of other Christians.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I believe in God the Eternal Father, and in His son Jesus Christ, and in the Holy Ghost.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I believe that the only way to get back to the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;Kingdom&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; of &lt;st1:placename&gt;Heaven&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; is through Christ, to accept Him in our lives, and to glorify Him as our Savior.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I believe that He suffered in the Garden and died on the cross to take upon Himself all of the transgressions of mankind, so that we may be saved and one day live with Him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All of these comprise the foundation of my beliefs, and according to my knowledge that makes me a Christian.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The best way to describe my situation can be exemplified in the following analogy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;A person is going to interview for a high status position within a company, and is going to be interviewed by the “C level” executives, the CEO, CFO, president, vice president, chairman, etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, before going to the interview he has been told by some line level employees such things as “he is no good for the job, he is not what they are looking for, he should not even bother”, and has even been told by someone in a high position that those “C level” executives think he is “not the person for the position and will not get it”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now if that individual was not too discouraged, too nervous, or too frustrated to go to that interview and still had the nerve to go, he would want to go when he felt he was the most prepared to do so.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He knows that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and he wants it more than anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In this case I would be the person interviewing for the position, that being Kailey’s boyfriend, the “C Level” executives would be the two of you, and the other line level employees are friends and family members.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I have not written the above with the intent to evoke pity, or to try and rationalize any of my wrong actions, I just want to try and give you an understanding of my position.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has been difficult adapting to certain rules and changing behaviors.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are certain things that I have been accustomed to, and have taken for granted, such as traveling alone with a person of the opposite sex.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In my previous relationships the necessity to speak with the parents about the intentions of the relationship never came into existence.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was of course the common courtesy of letting the parents know what the planned activities were and the scheduled times, but never did the plans for the future of the relationship arise.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What I have known to be common practice is that two individuals are allowed to pursue a relationship and consent was needed once the situation involved asking for the others’ hand in marriage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once my relationship with Kailey started developing and I came to the knowledge that consent was needed I was ready to ask for it, but was advised to wait.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During the past year and a half I have been discouraged on occasion for one reason or another, and felt like I should wait for the right time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whether the right time has come and gone in the past I am unaware of any, and I kept putting it off, thinking to myself if I could improve my status by accomplishing a goal, maybe then I would be ready.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But due to the recent events I have come to the realization that what I accomplish, or the feeling of self adequacy is not as important as just being honest and letting both of you know how much I care for your daughter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead of trying to be impressive I should informed you of my intentions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cannot plead ignorance for any rules which I have broken because I was fully aware of them and their consequences.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although it may not mean anything to you, I sincerely apologize.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;None of my actions were done with the intent to be disrespectful, or insubordinate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I hope that one day the two of you can find it in your hearts to forgive me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whatever and however long it may take to earn your trust back, I will do it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will endure anything to be with your daughter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She means more to me than the greatest author could put into words, and there is no price too high to pay for the privilege of being someone who you would ordain worthy of your daughter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cordially yours,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Samuel Adams&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-111328281733741648?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/111328281733741648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=111328281733741648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111328281733741648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111328281733741648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2005/04/pointless-letter.html' title='Pointless letter'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-111285156612091662</id><published>2005-04-06T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T14:46:32.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Soc. class ever!!!</title><content type='html'>So...Today my accounting class was canceled and I therefore wasted four and a half hours waiting at school for it, angry I decided to go see a movie, and what better movie than SIN CITY, but the only problem was that I had no way to get there except forwalking, which I did, and the movie choice was very ironic due to the fact that I am suppose to write an essay on violence in the media, but I figured how can you write an essay if you haven't done the field work and why not do something up-to-date. Overall sumation: THE BEST COMIC BOOK MOVIE I HAVE EVER SEEN!!! So good that Bryan LEe has said, and I quote, "The best movie I have ever scene, Better than Star Wars!" Oh ya, i ditched my Sociology class to go to it...and well worth it, as long as I did not have a test I was unaware of. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(The previous quote was an April Fools joke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-111285156612091662?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/111285156612091662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=111285156612091662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111285156612091662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111285156612091662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2005/04/best-soc-class-ever.html' title='Best Soc. class ever!!!'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-111221650256806749</id><published>2005-03-30T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T13:03:57.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artificial Life</title><content type='html'>He's got a song about some love that's gone away.&lt;br /&gt;Some times his eyes shed tiny teardrops when he plays.&lt;br /&gt;His touching ballads are sitting there to buy.&lt;br /&gt;They call it music, but it seems more like a lie.&lt;br /&gt;Artificial life in the market place.&lt;br /&gt;Epic ballads by the musical whores.&lt;br /&gt;Life is boring so project theirs onto yours.&lt;br /&gt;Hear the anthems of the Pepsi Generation.&lt;br /&gt;See the martyrs of our spiritual degradation.&lt;br /&gt;Artificial life in the market place.&lt;br /&gt;American culture disneyland freakshow,&lt;br /&gt;Screen in your living room,&lt;br /&gt;A window for your tomb.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't compare to the world sitting there&lt;br /&gt;Repress your insecurities, watch and escape.&lt;br /&gt;Give me artificial, give me superficial,&lt;br /&gt;Give me a commercial life that can't be bought.&lt;br /&gt;This I say to you, what I say is true:&lt;br /&gt;Emotions aren't a product to sell and cannot be consumed.&lt;br /&gt; *Coming attraction, it's coming real soon,&lt;br /&gt; Prince is having brunch with Pat Boone.&lt;br /&gt; Want to know where all the bullshit goes,&lt;br /&gt; it goes down the sewer to be disposed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-111221650256806749?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/111221650256806749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=111221650256806749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111221650256806749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111221650256806749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2005/03/artificial-life.html' title='Artificial Life'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-111160961351352412</id><published>2005-03-23T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T12:34:41.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Things</title><content type='html'>I've decided that I have better things to do with my time than chemistry. I made this decision today about 9:50 this morning when I walked out of my lab. All my chemistry class consists of is doing pointless, meaningless busy-work. Grace, I have no idea how you could be a part of a major and have a degree that has such a big focus on chemistry. I am currently listening to Rancid-life won't wait. This cd is very very good, it is one of my favorite rancid cds. Its a three way tie between ...and out come the wolves, Let's go, and life won't wait. This cd is very good because it consists of some more upbeat songs, and has a lot more ska than their other cds. Yesterday I was listening to Energy, the OPIV cd, and once again relized that it is the best Punk cd ever made. Thats right, Punk, which is music that does not consist of songs about: relationships, how kids are misunderstood by their parents, how they want to kill themselves so their hearts will stop hurting because of the girl that just dumped them, how school sucks, or pointless, useless, annoying screaming. Ong Bak was delivered to me via Bryan "the blue pillow" Lee last night. I have come to the conclusion that one must see this movie on a large screen in order to fully appreciate it. Don't get me wrong, the movie sucks, but the fight scenes are some of the most amazing I have ever scene, even better than Bum Fights. (for those of you who did not get that, there was sarcasm) The dvd that I got lacks some of the sound effects that I heard in the movie theater, which is a disappointment. I guess I will have to wait for the American release in order to fully enjoy it once again. This entry may or may not make any sense, I don't really care. I know it doesn't flow very well, probably because there is no topic inparticular, and the fact that I am listening to music at the same time. Operation Ivy, Rancid, Lars Frederiksen and the Bastards, the three greatest bands in that order. They should remix all there cds in SACD format. I personally think DVD-Audio sucks. So apparently I make enough money for the government to recognize me to the point that I fit into a tax bracket, however that amount is still below the poverty line. Does that make any sense? You can make less than what the government has determined is poverty, yet still charge you taxes. Any politician that says they are going to try and reduce poverty is full of shit. Oh, and what else sucks is that yesterday I took a survey about movies over the phone. The guy actually had the nerve to ask me to choose between Batman Begins and Episode III. What kind of bullshit is that? Thats like having to choose between crack and ex, it depends on what you are in the mood for and the circumstances. Ignorant homo. That's right I made an insult based on a sexual preference. I don't like gay guys! I don't care, I don't like them to think about sucking on my balls and having me pack their fudge! See you don't like it either!!! Point proven, case closed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-111160961351352412?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/111160961351352412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=111160961351352412' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111160961351352412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111160961351352412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2005/03/better-things.html' title='Better Things'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-111143019444909959</id><published>2005-03-21T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T10:36:34.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good news / bad news</title><content type='html'>I have good news and bad news, none of which concerns anyone but myself.  The good news is that I have to pay the rich facist government less money than I originally thought.  The bad news is that I have to pay.  I mean really does it make any sense why I have to pay the government money because my taxes were filed incorrectly.  Think about it for a second.  If it was filed correctly I would get all my money back in my tax return, but because it was filed wrong I have to pay them, instead of giving me back any of the money I payed them throughout last year.  So I only have to pay $302.  I hate the government, only because I feel that I am not directly affected by their actions even though I have the knowledge that I am.  I really don't get paid enough for what I do.  Maybe I'm stuck up or conceeded but I feel that I am worth more that $8.83 an hour, or at least I feel my time is worth more.  Through some research of my own I have come to the conclusion that I sell about $100,000 out of Best Buy a month, and out of that 100,000.00 dollars I will only get paid $1,412.80, and that is only if I were to work a full 160 hours for the month, which I never do.  So on an average month I make about $1,000 after takes and everything, and that is because a use sick hours and vacation hours to fill up my paycheck.  So in conclusion Best Buy pays me less than 1% of all the money I make them, so for every dollar I sell I get just about one penny.  I could go sell cars and make a lot more, but you are not allowed to work as a car salesman and go to school at the same time because you have to work really long hours.  I feel like school is worthless.  Everything I want to learn about I have to teach myself, and everything else that is pointless and utterly useless I learn in school.  I think I just need a change in my life to get me excited.  Maybe a sex change.  I'm done writting for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-111143019444909959?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/111143019444909959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=111143019444909959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111143019444909959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111143019444909959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2005/03/good-news-bad-news.html' title='Good news / bad news'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-111083014264683985</id><published>2005-03-14T11:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T12:00:23.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More WOW</title><content type='html'>I am just waiting for summer to roll around so that I can start my migration to Irvine. I have to apply to Irvine Valley College, and register for classes, I have to transfer to one of the Best Buys down there, and come up with the money so that I can move in. I also need to pay off all my debt and come up with money for my SONY 32'' flatscreen TV. What really sucks is that I own a surround sound system that is completely, totally and utterly Bitchin' but half of it is in Irvine and half of it is in Santa Clartia, not to mention I have absolutely no money to buy speaker wire to hook it up anyways. My life is boring, hopefully that will change once I move to Irvine, we'll see. Oh ya, I traded my copy of World of Warcraft for a Nintendo 64 with the follwing games: Zelda the ocarina of time, 007, Star Wars Episode 1 pod racer, and of course Mario 64. I also have Shadows of the empire on its way. I will probably end up buying another copy of WOW before I make my to Irvine. Sorry Blake but I do not concur with your statement...I've seen the Episode III trailer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-111083014264683985?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/111083014264683985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=111083014264683985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111083014264683985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111083014264683985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-more-wow.html' title='No More WOW'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-111042099653532952</id><published>2005-03-09T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T18:19:41.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabooga hacika bango</title><content type='html'>Don't move...Iwillnotouchyourpenis. Dontcha just love the feeling of your brain being completely muddled, like mush, with a side to the kick of the head with some ketchup, after taking two long tests in a row? If anyone can make any sense out of that last sentence I will give them a dollar. Chemistry, I hate you. This is not just your average hate, it is more like a 300 pound black woman having to go on the atkins diet against her will hate. I will never in my life need to know the empirical (sp?) formula of an unknown compound which is comprised of 19.71% sodium, 1.71% hydrogen, 23.40% sulfur, and 55.18% oxygen. I highly doubt anything in finance, marketing, sales, or accounting would require me to do such a pointless meaningless equation. Seriously, my life is not any more meaningful now that I have failed to complete an utterly useless problem. Accounting is so much better than chemistry. Don't get me wrong accounting is boring, but it is easy. And I have no idea what is going on in my sociology class, but I was the same way three weeks ago and I got the 4th highest score on the test. I wish I could take a year off and just work. I also wish I could do the JET programme, but noooo, they want you to have a bachelor's degree first. Fine. My financial sitaution is not any better. Oh well, I'll get through it. If you read my blog often you probably think I'm an angry person. I'm not. I like movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-111042099653532952?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/111042099653532952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=111042099653532952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111042099653532952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111042099653532952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2005/03/cabooga-hacika-bango.html' title='Cabooga hacika bango'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-111021873378830746</id><published>2005-03-07T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T10:12:42.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey is gross</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I couldn't think of a title for this blog. I figure it is about time I actaully write about something interesting, the only problem is I have nothing interesting to say. The "U" button on this keyboard does not work properly, the key has to be hit about 20 times before it produces the letter, so if you see a word missing a "U" don't correct me, its not my fault (Bryan). Money sucks because nobody ever has enough of it, except rich old guys, and Caroline. I guess it all boils down to economics, limited resources and unlimited wants. I want to fix my car, get the accessories I need to finish my home theater setup, buy Kailey a birthday present for the end of this month, be able to pay to go to Disneyland for her birthday, buy a 32 inch flatscreen television, and save all the money I need so that I will be able to move out in August if I don't get the Magnolia Rep. job, the only problem is that my resources are very limited. Only $550 every two weeks limited, not to mention I have about $2000 of credit card debt due to the fact that the only way I could obtain my oh so sweet Athena Speakers was to order them by the 28th of last month. I have come to the conclusion that if I move to Irvine I will only have enough to pay for the security deposit and the first month's rent. Oh ya, and I need to do my taxes so I can find out how much I get to pay the government for all of their wonderful services they provide, all of which I of course never see.  This all because Best By screwed p when they fiiled my W-4.  I can look forward to a couple of things. One is that summer will be here in about 2 months. Another is that in July Best Buy has physical inventory and that means that I will get a check for some extra cash. Best Buy is also going to pay me back for all of the school costs I had to pay the my classes, as long as I get a C or better in my classes, which was about $700 dollars. The PI check will be anywhere from $1000 to 200. But that is not until later. As for the car I need to pay $1500 to get it fixed. I am starting a comic strip with my friend Brett at work. It's for work but if there are ever any that are worth showing, that people will think are funny without having to work there first, I will post them. Money sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-111021873378830746?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/111021873378830746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=111021873378830746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111021873378830746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/111021873378830746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2005/03/turkey-is-gross.html' title='Turkey is gross'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-110974513988986830</id><published>2005-03-01T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T00:51:18.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heels Hurt!!!!</title><content type='html'>On Sunday I went to Caroline's with Bryan for her Oscar Party. I wore heels, a leather skirt, and a fancy blue shirt, and yes I fit into Caroline's clothes. Helen that outfit was not working for you. I liked the red carpet. Leather chafes (sp?) when you have hairy legs. I really have nothing to say except I got my speakers and they were delivered to Tim's apartment, which kinda sucks because I want to break them in but my 5x5 foot room won't fit them. Anyways I need to do Chemistry homework which is the equivelant (sp?) of the busy work one would have in high school when a teacher was gone for a day and did not have a lesson plan. Post any funny or weird quotes or facts you may have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-110974513988986830?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/110974513988986830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=110974513988986830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/110974513988986830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/110974513988986830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2005/03/heels-hurt.html' title='Heels Hurt!!!!'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-110918676601042158</id><published>2005-02-23T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T11:26:06.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>la di da da I hate Chem</title><content type='html'>Chemistry is thee worst class ever to plauge mankind.  Other than that I am the new proud owner of 2 nearly maxed ot credit cards, along with Athena speakers, and my Yamaha receiver, the HTR-5750, and today hopefully I will get my DVD/SACD player and my touchscreen remote.  I'll post more about it later when I need to waste more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tweeter.com/sm-yamaha-htr-5750-av-receiver--pi-1860192.html"&gt;http://www.tweeter.com/sm-yamaha-htr-5750-av-receiver--pi-1860192.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bestbuy.com/site/olspage.jsp?id=1076629005705&amp;skuId=6359424&amp;amp;type=product"&gt;http://www.bestbuy.com/site/olspage.jsp?id=1076629005705&amp;skuId=6359424&amp;amp;type=product&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures   : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-110918676601042158?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/110918676601042158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=110918676601042158' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/110918676601042158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/110918676601042158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2005/02/la-di-da-da-i-hate-chem.html' title='la di da da I hate Chem'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-110840339057057620</id><published>2005-02-14T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T09:54:11.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted?</title><content type='html'>You might be addicted to warcrack when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring the fact that you dislike your guild out of no where when at dinner with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your girlfriend/boyfriend play together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stop downloading music and porn because it makes your computer lag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pay real money for money in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put off going to the bathroom because you don't want your character to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pass on a chance to have sex cause you're busy playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have your own thread on a WoW forum(sp?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 10:00 pm, you have a paper due the next day, you'll start when you finish a quest...It's 3:45 am, you'll start that essay when you finish a quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spend all day playing, at the end of the day your character has leveled a couple of levels and you have some feeling of accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, your level 38 paladin could beat a level 43 warrior (some of you won't get this, Tim, I know you will).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that. Mood=very meloncholy(sp?), but I am going to order my speakers today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-110840339057057620?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/110840339057057620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=110840339057057620' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/110840339057057620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/110840339057057620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2005/02/addicted.html' title='Addicted?'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-110806607615757088</id><published>2005-02-10T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T12:07:56.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greek Goddess Of Wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;Oh how I long for thee... Your sweet sweet highs, enabling you to capture the off beat distortion of OPIV, and Lars Fredericksen's guitar, yet your powerful boisterous lows can thunder across the room filling it with Ludacris's ode to Blueberry Yum Yum while transporting your audience back in time to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt;Roman Empire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;;"&gt; to watch Maximus fight in the coliseum.  Oh Greek Goddess I long for thee, I need thee, I am on the verge of insanity without thee, and only for a short time here after will I be able to obtain thee.  Oh woe is me, woe is me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-110806607615757088?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.athenaspeakers.com/index.php' title='The Greek Goddess Of Wisdom'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/110806607615757088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=110806607615757088' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/110806607615757088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/110806607615757088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2005/02/greek-goddess-of-wisdom.html' title='The Greek Goddess Of Wisdom'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-110775059354901536</id><published>2005-02-06T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T20:29:53.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving is Great</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm moving, assuming that is okay with Tim and his roommates (I'm bringing a TV, surrond sound, and a home entertainment center).  Hopefully by August I will be living in Irvine, going to school, and working full-time at the Best Buy down there. We'll see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-110775059354901536?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/110775059354901536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=110775059354901536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/110775059354901536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/110775059354901536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2005/02/moving-is-great.html' title='Moving is Great'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-110739829277349561</id><published>2005-02-02T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T18:38:12.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Me???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So...&lt;/strong&gt; I figured that you guys missed me posting about absolutely nothing, good news its a suppository(sp?)!!! I'm at C.O.C. WOOT! (very sarcastic)  I wish I had more time to spend playing WOW and I also wish I had more money.  I plan on buying a newer Mustang, 94-00, but first I need to find a means to fund it.  I have excellent credit, just not enough of it.  If only one of those annoying credit card companies would send me a credit card that had 0% interest for 5 years with a limit of $10,000  I would finally accept, but know they are all bastards shittin on the little guy, the college student.  Carolin you suck, just thought I would throw that in there because you will never read this.  Accounting is boring!!!  I have no friggin idea how my dad has managed to do it for 18 years.  Brian you are a &lt;em&gt;Motherfucker&lt;/em&gt;!!! That's right and I even spelled your name wrong because I know that will drive you crazy HAHA!! I'm sorry don't bomb my house.  If you didn't know me you would either think I have ADHD or am a tweaker, which I am neither...I just like crack a little too much.  Either you think this post is funny because it is all over the place or you think I am an idiot.  Leave a comment and let me know.  BTW my comment section is also a place for B.A. confessions...You know who you are ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-110739829277349561?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/110739829277349561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=110739829277349561' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/110739829277349561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/110739829277349561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2005/02/miss-me.html' title='Miss Me???'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-109514088064194979</id><published>2004-09-13T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T22:48:00.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Liz!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ya fine, I know I need to fix my car but I haven't heard you offering to help!!! I am finally updating my blog after... a while.  Anyways, I work, go to school, and have a girlfriend, so pretty much all of my time is taken up.  What sucks is I only like one of those three things. Anyways the management sucks because they are a bunch of backstabbing prics (sp?). Well Liz you better comment on this post because you are always giving me a hard time about not updating. I dont know what to write, my day is the same, everyday, day in and day out, oh well I guess that is what life is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-109514088064194979?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/109514088064194979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=109514088064194979' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/109514088064194979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/109514088064194979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2004/09/thanks-liz.html' title='Thanks Liz!!!!'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-108718985682022329</id><published>2004-06-13T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T22:10:56.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS KAILEY!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is one of the most shitty days I've had in a log time.  Kailey left to work at Hume Lake Christian summer camp for three months. I love Kailey.  Yesterday was fun though.  Kailey's graduation was yesterday and I got to go with Kattie and Bryan.  After her graduation a bunch of us went to her house and ate a bunch of delicious food and then went and saw the stepford wives at the canyon country theater.  I love Kailey so so so much and cannot wait until she comes back in September. Anyways, this summer is going to be a long one.  I love you Kailey!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-108718985682022329?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/108718985682022329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=108718985682022329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/108718985682022329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/108718985682022329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-miss-kailey.html' title='I MISS KAILEY!!!'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-108554902434122578</id><published>2004-05-25T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T22:23:44.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep</title><content type='html'>Well....I've been busy.  I am now finished with school, Yeah!, Chris is gone, boo.  Chris Hickman has been one of my best friends for the past three years and now he has moved on...to Oregon.  I bought the Dart from Chris for a measly twelve hundred dollars, and for a 69 dart, thats a steal.  Everything I have ever learned about cars I owe to Chris.  He is the one who got me interested in this hobby.  So ya he's gone.  Now it is just Craig, Kevin, and me.  Our group keeps getting smaller.  One good thing that has come out of all this is that I am finally taking over my garage by storing a bunch of car parts, including two engines, and the few tools that I own inside.  The forty-five dodge pickup that was in my side yard is gone, but there are some more car parts.  Anyways, now I am just working full time at Best Buy, and yesterday because of a last minute sell that I made our store was number one in the district.  Well, I will post more later on, I'll try to do it more often.  Here's a picture of an asian between my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src=http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hitokirivader/samuel/13934929154_235.jpg&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-108554902434122578?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/108554902434122578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=108554902434122578' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/108554902434122578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/108554902434122578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2004/05/yep.html' title='Yep'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-108494760428885634</id><published>2004-05-18T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T23:20:04.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost over</title><content type='html'>Well it is tuesday night, 10:37 PM and I only have two finals left, then I am taking it easy and working over the summer.  I'm stoked for a couple of reasons. 1) I got a new cell phone that is pretty much the coolest piece of technology that I own. 2) I now have a ton of car junk in my garage 3) I am in love with this incredible, amazing girl.  Anyways, I don't have a ton to say, but I'll take some pictures and post them later, so that my blog is more interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-108494760428885634?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/108494760428885634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=108494760428885634' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/108494760428885634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/108494760428885634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2004/05/almost-over.html' title='Almost over'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-108452157261759892</id><published>2004-05-14T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T00:59:32.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination is like masturbation</title><content type='html'>In the words of the great philosopher, Jeremy Strauss, "Procrastination is a lot like masturbation, it's a lot of fun until you realize you are screwing yourself." i.e. Now. It is 12:59 and I am about to start everything on my list.  Fun huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-108452157261759892?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/108452157261759892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=108452157261759892' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/108452157261759892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/108452157261759892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2004/05/procrastination-is-like-masturbation.html' title='Procrastination is like masturbation'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-10844374940580401</id><published>2004-05-13T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T01:38:14.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I leave the gas on? No, I'm a fucking squirrel!</title><content type='html'>Hey look everyone. I can post on Sam's blog. And I'm not Sam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-10844374940580401?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/10844374940580401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=10844374940580401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/10844374940580401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/10844374940580401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2004/05/did-i-leave-gas-on-no-im-fucking.html' title='Did I leave the gas on? No, I&apos;m a fucking squirrel!'/><author><name>Bryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01127248653554225704</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hitokirivader/about_me/me13.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-108443178747455730</id><published>2004-05-12T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T00:03:07.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Fransisco Fog</title><content type='html'>I'm busy busy busy... Tomorrow I have to work nine hours, do a take home test, write four 2 page essays, and do a fallicy project all before I go to school Friday.  Sounds like fun huh? Anyone care to join me? By the way LIZ I spelled it KUSTOMS the American car way, it's a car culture thing, you wouldn't understand. Tim, go to hell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-108443178747455730?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/108443178747455730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=108443178747455730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/108443178747455730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/108443178747455730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2004/05/san-fransisco-fog.html' title='San Fransisco Fog'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-108425253926333277</id><published>2004-05-10T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T22:16:35.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dart</title><content type='html'>Yes this is my car, lust after it like a teenage boy to a supermodel.  I know, I know, sometimes I can't believe it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hitokirivader/samuel/DSCF0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-108425253926333277?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/108425253926333277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=108425253926333277' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/108425253926333277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/108425253926333277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2004/05/dart.html' title='The Dart'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-108425114499466241</id><published>2004-05-10T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T21:54:32.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooooooooooka</title><content type='html'>Ha HA Gracey wacey, I have pictures and I still dont have a camera.  These are pics of Bryan, Liz, an me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hitokirivader/samuel/DSCF0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hitokirivader/samuel/DSCF0014.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img55.photobucket.com/albums/v169/hitokirivader/samuel/DSCF0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-108425114499466241?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/108425114499466241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=108425114499466241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/108425114499466241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/108425114499466241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2004/05/hooooooooooka.html' title='Hooooooooooka'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-108422111512336055</id><published>2004-05-10T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T13:31:55.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital camera</title><content type='html'>I think that i need a digital camera so that my blog will be more interesting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-108422111512336055?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/108422111512336055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=108422111512336055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/108422111512336055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/108422111512336055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2004/05/digital-camera.html' title='Digital camera'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6931806.post-108420802510975448</id><published>2004-05-10T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T09:53:45.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have no idea what I'm doing!!!</title><content type='html'>okay, so here's the earth, chilling, Damn that is a sweet earth you might say.... No but seriously I have no idea how this blog thing works.  Everyone else has one so I thought I might try it out, we'll see how it goes. Thats about it. Thank you. A lot. hubaly doobaly I dont know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6931806-108420802510975448?l=moparman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/feeds/108420802510975448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6931806&amp;postID=108420802510975448' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/108420802510975448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6931806/posts/default/108420802510975448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://moparman.blogspot.com/2004/05/have-no-idea-what-im-doing.html' title='Have no idea what I&apos;m doing!!!'/><author><name>The Real Samuel Adams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11983705473751897832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
