<?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-9600082</id><updated>2012-01-29T09:11:50.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Low Sodium</title><subtitle type='html'>The workings of a very confusing and occasionally philosophical mind. I am not sure if my life is anything worth reading about, but maybee you will find some entertainment out of it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-8036871402254216799</id><published>2010-09-08T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T15:52:01.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Circles</title><content type='html'>Little circles&lt;br /&gt;The comfort of Repetition&lt;div&gt;Defining constraints&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impromptu regulation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disguised captivity &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lacking of Rendition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/TIgTeIpMdXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/gJrWhIPZ5PQ/s1600/trapped+under+ice+stay+cold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/TIgTeIpMdXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/gJrWhIPZ5PQ/s320/trapped+under+ice+stay+cold.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514679152152442226" style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SY-clLH7Y3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/xBt5Ed6eVsU/s320/vfp101_quiet_waters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300627448893498226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-520562223914657208?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/520562223914657208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=520562223914657208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/520562223914657208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/520562223914657208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2009/02/content-to-be-quiet.html' title='Content to be quiet.'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SY-clLH7Y3I/AAAAAAAAAGA/xBt5Ed6eVsU/s72-c/vfp101_quiet_waters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-9064841587014373157</id><published>2009-01-30T09:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T09:14:03.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of control.</title><content type='html'>Two trains &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;swimming &lt;/span&gt;laps down the tracks. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simplified&lt;/span&gt; logistics making lines back and forth. Pictures painted redefining the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mundane. &lt;/span&gt;Two trains set to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;collide. &lt;/span&gt;Simple calculations thwarted by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reality. &lt;/span&gt;Chugging along with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nowhere &lt;/span&gt;to turn. Apply the brakes - physics simply cannot compensate for this realized &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;disaster &lt;/span&gt;- Tensions high and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fate &lt;/span&gt;is inevitable. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Destruction. &lt;/span&gt;Rage. Deadlines &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;failed. &lt;/span&gt;Cargo lost. These two trains will soon lose purpose. Moved from practical to symbol of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;carelessness &lt;/span&gt;in planning. Moments away - soon to be lost. At the last moment the rails &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;switch. &lt;/span&gt;The conductors pass by with little more than a glimpse at their potential fate. These two trains, back on their projected courses. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Past &lt;/span&gt;anxieties and worries. Attack and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;release. &lt;/span&gt;Sudden &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;calm &lt;/span&gt;- just moving &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forward. &lt;/span&gt;Making this line. Completing its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;purpose. &lt;/span&gt;These two trains - mundane and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;relaxed. &lt;/span&gt;Continue forward; a product of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SYM1Rrgc-OI/AAAAAAAAAF4/97B_fF25CFY/s1600-h/2625367218_61cb1fd69b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SYM1Rrgc-OI/AAAAAAAAAF4/97B_fF25CFY/s320/2625367218_61cb1fd69b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297136164570724578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-9064841587014373157?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/9064841587014373157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=9064841587014373157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/9064841587014373157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/9064841587014373157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2009/01/out-of-control.html' title='Out of control.'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SYM1Rrgc-OI/AAAAAAAAAF4/97B_fF25CFY/s72-c/2625367218_61cb1fd69b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-4156464248548103885</id><published>2009-01-29T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T15:24:16.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bodhisattva</title><content type='html'>Little Buddha&lt;br /&gt;Sitting so proud&lt;br /&gt;Happy to be&lt;br /&gt;Enlightened and free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Buddha&lt;br /&gt;Up on my desk&lt;br /&gt;Teach anattā to me&lt;br /&gt;So I can be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Buddha&lt;br /&gt;On a little perch&lt;br /&gt;Searching for Nirvana&lt;br /&gt;Establishing &lt;span class="mw-headline"&gt;Theravada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SYI6YQsTG7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/T9YGlVx5ZW4/s1600-h/ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SYI6YQsTG7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/T9YGlVx5ZW4/s320/ball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296860300213164978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-4156464248548103885?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/4156464248548103885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=4156464248548103885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/4156464248548103885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/4156464248548103885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2009/01/bodhisattva.html' title='Bodhisattva'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SYI6YQsTG7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/T9YGlVx5ZW4/s72-c/ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-1601429545368520159</id><published>2009-01-26T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T06:50:43.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty in Art</title><content type='html'>As I observe these people&lt;br /&gt;Lost in their art&lt;br /&gt;Creating these sounds&lt;br /&gt;Destroying conventions&lt;br /&gt;Manifesting the emotional&lt;br /&gt;Into the tangeable&lt;br /&gt;I feel a glimpse of remorse&lt;br /&gt;For a single strum, note, or brushstroke&lt;br /&gt;Represents a pain, obsession, and psyche&lt;br /&gt;That is necessary to create&lt;br /&gt;Beauty in art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SX3NnPzI-yI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JntSixhHFdE/s1600-h/twisted-beauty-allan-mcconnell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SX3NnPzI-yI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JntSixhHFdE/s320/twisted-beauty-allan-mcconnell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295614810997193506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-1601429545368520159?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/1601429545368520159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=1601429545368520159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/1601429545368520159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/1601429545368520159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2009/01/beauty-in-art.html' title='Beauty in Art'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SX3NnPzI-yI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JntSixhHFdE/s72-c/twisted-beauty-allan-mcconnell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-3833620956202308076</id><published>2009-01-19T06:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T06:47:29.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grooving down</title><content type='html'>Grooving on down&lt;br /&gt;Along side of the street&lt;br /&gt;Slick tunes and slick clothes&lt;br /&gt;From his head down to his feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cigarette behind the ear&lt;br /&gt;True mark of a man&lt;br /&gt;Be it Camel or Marlboro&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate judge of character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sipping on some coffee&lt;br /&gt;Strong espresso with milk&lt;br /&gt;Productivity's salutations&lt;br /&gt;Complete with heart palpitations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least,&lt;br /&gt;Some 5:00 stubble&lt;br /&gt;Scratchy and rugged&lt;br /&gt;Hes grooving through the week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SXSScuLGjII/AAAAAAAAAFI/Zr9Tor1zK9k/s1600-h/makke_its_binary_baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SXSScuLGjII/AAAAAAAAAFI/Zr9Tor1zK9k/s320/makke_its_binary_baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293016484195765378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-3833620956202308076?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/3833620956202308076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=3833620956202308076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/3833620956202308076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/3833620956202308076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2009/01/grooving-down.html' title='Grooving down'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SXSScuLGjII/AAAAAAAAAFI/Zr9Tor1zK9k/s72-c/makke_its_binary_baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-2520668075884118657</id><published>2009-01-04T00:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:21:21.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanderlust</title><content type='html'>Anxious and ready to go&lt;br /&gt;This wonderlust is soon going to blow&lt;br /&gt;Things out of proportion&lt;br /&gt;The timing is right&lt;br /&gt;To leave and experience&lt;br /&gt;Until my mind is set right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranting and Raving&lt;br /&gt;All the while subdued&lt;br /&gt;Running in circles&lt;br /&gt;While your mind can conclude&lt;br /&gt;This life is just wrong&lt;br /&gt;Meddled and Confused&lt;br /&gt;This wonderlust will encompass&lt;br /&gt;All hopes to defuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past and its horrors&lt;br /&gt;Bad memories aloof&lt;br /&gt;Subconsciously angry&lt;br /&gt;This feat would defuse&lt;br /&gt;All rage and contempt&lt;br /&gt;Built up from the past&lt;br /&gt;This wonderlust saves me&lt;br /&gt;For good or for bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-2520668075884118657?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/2520668075884118657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=2520668075884118657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/2520668075884118657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/2520668075884118657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2009/01/wanderlust.html' title='Wanderlust'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-6156181218186019830</id><published>2008-11-17T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:08:20.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Calm</title><content type='html'>Today is new.&lt;br /&gt;Armed with an inner calm&lt;br /&gt;With steady hands&lt;br /&gt;With quiet eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Quietly completing tasks&lt;br /&gt;Checking off a list&lt;br /&gt;Until all of it is done.&lt;br /&gt;Today is new.&lt;br /&gt;Yet things have not changed&lt;br /&gt;For there are many more lists&lt;br /&gt;And fewer days to finish.&lt;br /&gt;The lamp is just about out of fuel.&lt;br /&gt;The spark getting dim.&lt;br /&gt;These steady hands&lt;br /&gt;Diligantly working away&lt;br /&gt;This inner calm&lt;br /&gt;More frightening than the storm&lt;br /&gt;That rages on inside&lt;br /&gt;Behind those quiet eyes&lt;br /&gt;Patiently checking off a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SSIxiJlbnhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/fLlEjabXeAk/s1600-h/zen1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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Comforting. Relieving.&lt;br /&gt;Now a heap of ruins&lt;br /&gt;Choking on dust&lt;br /&gt;Of the past regrets&lt;br /&gt;These crumbling delusions&lt;br /&gt;Too weak to deceive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naked and alone&lt;br /&gt;Exposed to thought&lt;br /&gt;Weathered by experience&lt;br /&gt;Hardened by necessity&lt;br /&gt;Crumbling delusions&lt;br /&gt;Of happiness&lt;br /&gt;Of safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is this life&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to blame&lt;br /&gt;But these childish thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Juvenile dreams&lt;br /&gt;Fundamentally flawed&lt;br /&gt;And tragically ended.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-4147440851741435088?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/4147440851741435088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=4147440851741435088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/4147440851741435088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/4147440851741435088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2008/10/crumbling-delusions.html' title='Crumbling delusions'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-8657230801477116930</id><published>2008-07-31T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:14:08.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shuffle and Repeat</title><content type='html'>Shuffle and repeat&lt;br /&gt;These events in life.&lt;br /&gt;Decisions. Emotions. Outcomes.&lt;br /&gt;Sifting through like clockwork.&lt;br /&gt;Popping up and reminding;&lt;br /&gt;That we don't change&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside&lt;br /&gt;We're helpless to resist;&lt;br /&gt;How we act&lt;br /&gt;What we say&lt;br /&gt;Just electricity flashing&lt;br /&gt;Inside our empty heads&lt;br /&gt;We're on shuffle and repeat&lt;br /&gt;Cause people don't change.&lt;br /&gt;They just follow the pattern&lt;br /&gt;That is set too soon.&lt;br /&gt;But then there is hope&lt;br /&gt;Of something new&lt;br /&gt;To break the cycle&lt;br /&gt;Destroy the machine.&lt;br /&gt;Life takes hold,&lt;br /&gt;Meaning comes back.&lt;br /&gt;Shuffle and Repeat.&lt;br /&gt;It leaves you behind&lt;br /&gt;Only to wait once again&lt;br /&gt;For another short glimpse&lt;br /&gt;A new sign of sorts&lt;br /&gt;For a brief burst of bliss&lt;br /&gt;A smile perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;Or even a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;But Shuffle and Repeat&lt;br /&gt;Once again to disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;Familiarity sinks in.&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness and deceit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SJK3rhxAEmI/AAAAAAAAADc/Hwn4BigSZJc/s1600-h/repeat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SJK3rhxAEmI/AAAAAAAAADc/Hwn4BigSZJc/s320/repeat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229444075756720738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-8657230801477116930?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/8657230801477116930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=8657230801477116930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/8657230801477116930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/8657230801477116930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2008/07/shuffle-and-repeat.html' title='Shuffle and Repeat'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SJK3rhxAEmI/AAAAAAAAADc/Hwn4BigSZJc/s72-c/repeat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-8095620545243828292</id><published>2008-07-31T08:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:39:59.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wishing for catastrophe&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the end of days.&lt;br /&gt;Wanting something bad to come.&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short, but way too long.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for a way to say&lt;br /&gt;How I feel inside today&lt;br /&gt;Hate how i feel this way&lt;br /&gt;Numb. Conquered. Finished.&lt;br /&gt;Spiral down towards dismay&lt;br /&gt;Sitting. Wishing. Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Life's too short, but way too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SJFCf2q4qpI/AAAAAAAAADU/simPVoI5GhE/s1600-h/Burden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SJFCf2q4qpI/AAAAAAAAADU/simPVoI5GhE/s320/Burden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229033757372623506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-8095620545243828292?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/8095620545243828292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=8095620545243828292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/8095620545243828292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/8095620545243828292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2008/07/wishing-for-catastrophe-waiting-for-end.html' title=''/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SJFCf2q4qpI/AAAAAAAAADU/simPVoI5GhE/s72-c/Burden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-1170458300762018897</id><published>2008-07-21T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:05:24.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As you're staring at the sun.</title><content type='html'>I went to the beach today. It was very very hot - but enjoyable. After copious amounts of fun the night before it was def. fun to just float; Tomorrow my escapade to Charleston will end and I get to go back to the drudgery of poverty, physical therapy, and moving out of my apartment. Then I start school and who knows from there. This trip has been worth it though, I have gotten a chance to catch up with some good friends and also to relax and reset my mind. Hopefully this next year will be kinder to me than the last two. I don't think I can handle too many more shenanigans in my life at this point. I think this is the first blog in years I've just documented things. Go figure.  --D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SIV4l0Pg6TI/AAAAAAAAADM/0i0FGtdImLc/s1600-h/071508_1312%5B00%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SIV4l0Pg6TI/AAAAAAAAADM/0i0FGtdImLc/s320/071508_1312%5B00%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225715533707536690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-1170458300762018897?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/1170458300762018897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=1170458300762018897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/1170458300762018897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/1170458300762018897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-youre-staring-at-sun.html' title='As you&apos;re staring at the sun.'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SIV4l0Pg6TI/AAAAAAAAADM/0i0FGtdImLc/s72-c/071508_1312%5B00%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-160642391360015930</id><published>2008-07-19T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:58:31.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh lonely summer.</title><content type='html'>Long days and longer nights - sleeping, laughing, writing, and listening. Hot sun followed by bright moonlight. Summer days sweeping by, like sand on a windy day. Sunrises and Sunsets. Awake at all hours. What more could I ask for? Life is so beautiful and unique. I only wish I had someone to share it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SILhiSzo74I/AAAAAAAAADE/p8hLfrx5qr0/s1600-h/_44654216_whiterock5.jpg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SILhiSzo74I/AAAAAAAAADE/p8hLfrx5qr0/s320/_44654216_whiterock5.jpg.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224986496983428994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-160642391360015930?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/160642391360015930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=160642391360015930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/160642391360015930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/160642391360015930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-lonely-summer.html' title='Oh lonely summer.'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SILhiSzo74I/AAAAAAAAADE/p8hLfrx5qr0/s72-c/_44654216_whiterock5.jpg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-3254453249311375679</id><published>2008-07-16T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:18:18.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-3254453249311375679?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/3254453249311375679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=3254453249311375679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/3254453249311375679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/3254453249311375679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2008/07/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-4169227580567986748</id><published>2008-07-11T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:49:26.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numb again.</title><content type='html'>Progression. Beginning. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ending&lt;/span&gt;. Living for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;. Thoughts swirling all around in a fucked up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rhythm&lt;/span&gt;. Scared of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt;. Scared of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;past&lt;/span&gt;. Scared of monotony. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Consequences &lt;/span&gt;all around. Running down the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bottle &lt;/span&gt;and ashing out the window. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Restless &lt;/span&gt;nights until life just goes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;numb&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SHhF0akalXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4pURwBT3lY4/s1600-h/hopper.sun-empty-room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SHhF0akalXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4pURwBT3lY4/s320/hopper.sun-empty-room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222000534723663218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-4169227580567986748?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/4169227580567986748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=4169227580567986748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/4169227580567986748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/4169227580567986748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2008/07/numb-again.html' title='Numb again.'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AjHDUiBp35A/SHhF0akalXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/4pURwBT3lY4/s72-c/hopper.sun-empty-room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-3479229081800440243</id><published>2008-06-15T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T10:32:35.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With an average of 3 hours a night of sleep for the last couple of weeks, life has gotten somewhat hazy. I don't sleep because my shoulder hurts, so I drink coffee, write, and lurk around the innards of of the internet late into the night when most people are dreaming away. Sappy as it sounds, I wish there was someone out there I could spend a day with taking naps and watching movies together. A little vacation from lonliness so to speak. Unfortunately I just have unfriendly electrical signals shooting down the nerves in my arm to keep me company. Something in my life feels terribly wrong. It is that gut feeling that something bad is going on constantly screaming in the back of your head. I only wish gut feelings werent so ambiguous and I knew what it was. Until that discovery I'll probably work on some writings and be posting them up and around here. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=3479229081800440243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/3479229081800440243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/3479229081800440243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2008/06/hazy.html' title='Hazy'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-5164089920795965642</id><published>2008-06-12T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T23:33:25.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>What a beautiful thing&lt;br /&gt;To say what you think&lt;br /&gt;to someone.&lt;br /&gt;That does not judge&lt;br /&gt;That does not joke&lt;br /&gt;Who simply..&lt;br /&gt;Understands.&lt;br /&gt;The thing that drives,&lt;br /&gt;Someone to strive&lt;br /&gt;to better them self&lt;br /&gt;Inside&lt;br /&gt;Outside&lt;br /&gt;And in between.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a beautiful thing,&lt;br /&gt;To meet someone&lt;br /&gt;That sees your level.&lt;br /&gt;For who you are.&lt;br /&gt;By actions&lt;br /&gt;By thoughts&lt;br /&gt;By memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-5164089920795965642?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/5164089920795965642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=5164089920795965642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/5164089920795965642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/5164089920795965642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2008/06/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-2952583112935679982</id><published>2008-04-23T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:08:58.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apocalypse</title><content type='html'>lpyDavid King&lt;br /&gt;Religion 371&lt;br /&gt;4/23/08&lt;br /&gt;                    Times End&lt;br /&gt;At first glance,&lt;br /&gt;Time is such a wonderful thing.&lt;br /&gt;Taking tragedies and pain,&lt;br /&gt;Occurring throughout life&lt;br /&gt;Burying them deep and far&lt;br /&gt;Into the depth of the past.&lt;br /&gt;Recovery, growth, enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;But at what cost to us&lt;br /&gt;Does time bring in exchange?&lt;br /&gt;We lay here blind to the fact&lt;br /&gt;That we’re speeding&lt;br /&gt;100 miles an hour into the dark&lt;br /&gt;Completely blind to the future.&lt;br /&gt;As time heals it also breaks down&lt;br /&gt;Running out of gas, nothing in sight.&lt;br /&gt;It disorients us to once vivid thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the wilderness and no way back.&lt;br /&gt;The great mystery of what happens&lt;br /&gt;When the time is up.&lt;br /&gt;Cliffs all around, the brakes are out.&lt;br /&gt;The bridge crumbles&lt;br /&gt;Between two mountaintops&lt;br /&gt;Careening into an abyss&lt;br /&gt;With fire all around&lt;br /&gt;Blinding terror&lt;br /&gt;Fills into our heads.&lt;br /&gt;The nervous fear of judgment&lt;br /&gt;Weighing our souls,&lt;br /&gt;Probing our minds.&lt;br /&gt;Tumbling downwards,&lt;br /&gt;Everything slows down.&lt;br /&gt;Experiences, decisions, actions&lt;br /&gt;Disassemble piece by piece.&lt;br /&gt;Until nothing is left&lt;br /&gt;But an empty shell.&lt;br /&gt;Then transformation occurs&lt;br /&gt;The broken pieces restructure&lt;br /&gt;Into a hearty summation&lt;br /&gt;Of an entire life.&lt;br /&gt;The good and the bad&lt;br /&gt;But then so suddenly, the suspense is up,&lt;br /&gt;The terror is gone.&lt;br /&gt;A new being exists,&lt;br /&gt;Where the old shell once sat.&lt;br /&gt;Clarity sinks in. Life is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;But then, out of nowhere, it carries us back&lt;br /&gt;Into the dark, lost and confused.&lt;br /&gt;But for the perceptive, there is a bright spot&lt;br /&gt;Where they sit and wait.&lt;br /&gt;For time to carry them home.&lt;br /&gt;Into a new existence&lt;br /&gt;Of understanding and peace.&lt;br /&gt;So time is a strange thing.&lt;br /&gt;That is both a gift and a curse&lt;br /&gt;But in reality, time is merely a medium&lt;br /&gt;In which we all travel.&lt;br /&gt;Closer to our eternity,&lt;br /&gt;What ever it may be.&lt;br /&gt;Reliving our life&lt;br /&gt;Closer to our judgment.&lt;br /&gt;No favorites or special treatment.&lt;br /&gt;5 billion class C travelers.&lt;br /&gt;Careening through existence&lt;br /&gt;The only difference&lt;br /&gt;Is this terrifying journey,&lt;br /&gt;Is in your head.&lt;br /&gt;You finally hit the bottom&lt;br /&gt;Of the darkened abyss.&lt;br /&gt;Realization sinks in,&lt;br /&gt;You’ve figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;Lifelong mysteries and questions&lt;br /&gt;Answered in whole&lt;br /&gt;And then,&lt;br /&gt;At the peak of this knowledge&lt;br /&gt;Followed by Nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-2952583112935679982?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/2952583112935679982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=2952583112935679982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/2952583112935679982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/2952583112935679982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2008/04/apocalypse.html' title='Apocalypse'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-2676513946956003567</id><published>2007-10-01T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T08:43:22.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend</title><content type='html'>Time and time again, a phenomena occurs. A weekend where nothing makes sense but everything seems right. Blurry memories, desperate confusion, uncomfortably blissful yet comfortably numb. Always moving, shifting, revolving. Flashes of light and memories tumbling around in a delirious mind. Cheering, Laughing, Running, Hiding. Mixed emotions suppressed by an over saturation of the mind and body. In and out, sleepless nights and tired mornings. Monetary failure and unclear eyes. Time and time again this phenomena occurs, where everything is okay - and nothing is exactly right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/Disoriented.lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-2676513946956003567?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/2676513946956003567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=2676513946956003567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/2676513946956003567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/2676513946956003567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2007/10/weekend.html' title='The Weekend'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-5765041251756283053</id><published>2007-09-27T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T08:42:14.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep</title><content type='html'>Slowing down, his pulse is dropping. Electricity fires less and less in the brain. Moving in synch with the erratic beat of his music. Thoughts end before they begin, rythm takes over. Spinning, reality crashes to a halt. Slowing, heart beat is weak. Laying in his bed - he plummets into bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/Abstract_H_Drive-slowly_Img_2005-02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-5765041251756283053?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/5765041251756283053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=5765041251756283053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/5765041251756283053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/5765041251756283053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2007/09/sleep.html' title='sleep'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-8049664294550720468</id><published>2007-09-25T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T08:41:19.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jittery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jittering&lt;/span&gt;. His leg never stops. Constantly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moving&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;searching&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roaming&lt;/span&gt;. Looking for what cannot be found. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Restless&lt;/span&gt; turning at night. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laughless&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sleepless, &lt;/span&gt;morning comes all too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quick&lt;/span&gt;. Futher into ceasless chain of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt;. A young man is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weary&lt;/span&gt;, of time that is spent: in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;contemplation &lt;/span&gt;of his life, both &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vibrant&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dull&lt;/span&gt;. So here he sits, another &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;restless&lt;/span&gt; night. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alone&lt;/span&gt; in his room, just lost in his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/07061RestlessSleep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-8049664294550720468?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/8049664294550720468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=8049664294550720468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/8049664294550720468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/8049664294550720468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2007/09/jittery.html' title='Jittery'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-2520516170373386113</id><published>2007-09-18T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T08:40:10.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfortably Cynical</title><content type='html'>When life kicks us down, oh so many times,&lt;br /&gt; We learn to look for the best in everything.&lt;br /&gt; But when life kicks us down, just one too many times,&lt;br /&gt; We learn to stop putting our hope in anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Countless times a brilliant ray brightens our face,&lt;br /&gt; Only to be blotted out by such a dark cloud -&lt;br /&gt; That no matter how fast we run, how quick our pace,&lt;br /&gt; It quenches our spirit with a gloomy shroud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When nothing is right and everything seems off,&lt;br /&gt; Time and time again, we make ourselves rigid.&lt;br /&gt; Until something comes along, that makes us soft,&lt;br /&gt; And making us forget being weak and timid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Then one day, the realization sets in,&lt;br /&gt; Our lives become monotone and clinical.&lt;br /&gt; So everything is easier, with apathy we win.&lt;br /&gt; We realize we've become comfortably cynical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; By looking at everything with no expectations,&lt;br /&gt; We quickly learn that nobody can disappoint.&lt;br /&gt; No boundaries, no feelings, no realizations,&lt;br /&gt; We say to ourselves, what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/BaconFredpope2-thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-2520516170373386113?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/2520516170373386113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=2520516170373386113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/2520516170373386113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/2520516170373386113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2007/09/comfortably-cynical.html' title='Comfortably Cynical'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-7067394882223913661</id><published>2007-09-06T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T08:38:04.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>Always surrounded, never fades. Fills your head in countless ways. With thoughts and sounds, concepts and truths. Songs for all occasions, faces, memories. Music comprises your soul and heart. Every aspect of life is defined by this gift. Walking to an increadible beat or humming such a beautiful verse. Life's okay, despite its pain. Because this harmony will carry through the toughest ride. So listen and keep track of the faintest beat. Holding on to it even while your hearing fades. Fainter and Fainter, the beat grows weak. Someone whose soul is music, doomed to be deaf. Time will pass on and memories wil fade, until sound is forgotten. Then the despair, will sink in and crush. What's left of the soul? There's definately not much. Until nothing's left to push you deeper. Then all of a sudden, an eerie peace. For if you're at the bottom, there's nothing left to lose. For the first time in ages, sleep sets in. Upon waking up its a most beautiful day. Everything's brighter, tastier, better. Slowly climbing, day by day. Out of the hole - happy as can be. Until the next time - when a soul is crushed. Life just plays out that way. Day by day, year by year, moment by moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-7067394882223913661?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/7067394882223913661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=7067394882223913661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/7067394882223913661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/7067394882223913661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2007/09/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-8576498235798128858</id><published>2007-09-06T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T08:35:59.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relief. &lt;/span&gt;Take a deep breath. Put the past &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;behind. &lt;/span&gt;Strive for a better tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breathe. &lt;/span&gt;Don't forget to look forward. Too much going on to take in at once. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smile. &lt;/span&gt;Not nearly as lonely as once thought. Lots of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;overpowers negativity. Whats done is done. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Relax. &lt;/span&gt;Wake up and look at everyone around. Never alone. Always in good hands. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Move. &lt;/span&gt;progress through life, never swaying, never falling, and never abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-8576498235798128858?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/8576498235798128858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=8576498235798128858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/8576498235798128858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/8576498235798128858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2007/09/relief.html' title='Relief'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-6887154282628601483</id><published>2007-09-02T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T08:34:26.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wake up&lt;/span&gt;. Hard to breathe. Suddenly immersed underneath. A great foggy haze, where nothing's quite right. Flashing memories and glimpses of reality. Nervous laughter and restless sleep. One drink too many, too many hours behind. Where once was a fully conscious entity, only a shell remains. Hollowed eyes and shorter breaths. Living to slowly waste away. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wake up&lt;/span&gt;. Get out of this fog. So much potential. Such a beautiful person. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wake up&lt;/span&gt;. Lets get out with each other. Hand in hand until we escape this thing. Until the sky is clearer and our eyes are clear. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wake up&lt;/span&gt;. Get out of this loop. Before its too late. And opportunity is lost. Clear head and healthy eyes. The fog is lifting - confusion rests. So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wake up&lt;/span&gt; and look around. What once was dead is still there. Everyone's waiting, that holds you in their hearts. So hand in hand, let's go and greet them. For what was once lost was just found again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wake up&lt;/span&gt; and find our peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/fog_night2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-6887154282628601483?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/6887154282628601483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=6887154282628601483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/6887154282628601483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/6887154282628601483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2007/10/wake-up.html' title='Wake up'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-1655283345778909701</id><published>2007-07-16T23:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:06:50.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Click and Clank</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Click Clank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; The room is spinning around your glass.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody here to stop you,&lt;br /&gt;We need encouragement instead of rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Click Clank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another shot for all.&lt;br /&gt;Keep drinking it round and letting them down&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to do but fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Click Clank. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinning round and round.&lt;br /&gt;The whole of your existence&lt;br /&gt;Flushed into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Click Clank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're calling out the beast.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to throw away&lt;br /&gt;Good stories to tell at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Click Clank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives are slowly wearing down.&lt;br /&gt;Demons that dwell in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;Glasses raised, we shoot them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Click Clank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/cglowshot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-1655283345778909701?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/1655283345778909701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=1655283345778909701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/1655283345778909701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/1655283345778909701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2007/07/click-and-clank.html' title='Click and Clank'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-3543184378656367948</id><published>2007-07-16T23:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T23:06:25.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just observe</title><content type='html'>Just sit and observe&lt;br /&gt;The atrocities in life.&lt;br /&gt;Friends fighting friends,&lt;br /&gt;things never seem right.&lt;br /&gt;Everything collapses,&lt;br /&gt;Things gone awry.&lt;br /&gt;But to us who just watch,&lt;br /&gt;We can see the big lie.&lt;br /&gt;They take it for granted,&lt;br /&gt;The things that they have.&lt;br /&gt;Hurting those who are close,&lt;br /&gt;They keep on pushing&lt;br /&gt;Until they go too far,&lt;br /&gt;And ruin what they had.&lt;br /&gt;I always observe,&lt;br /&gt;The atrocities we bring.&lt;br /&gt;No hurt or pain conserved,&lt;br /&gt;The winner is lost.&lt;br /&gt;So I just sit and observe,&lt;br /&gt;Thes troubling things.&lt;br /&gt;Helpless and useless,&lt;br /&gt;To amend or protect.&lt;br /&gt;So just sit and observe&lt;br /&gt;And hope you can learn&lt;br /&gt;We all affect each other&lt;br /&gt;For good or for worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/observe-it.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-3543184378656367948?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/3543184378656367948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=3543184378656367948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/3543184378656367948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/3543184378656367948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-observe.html' title='Just observe'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-6419576819017851419</id><published>2007-06-12T21:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:29:35.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At first glance,&lt;br /&gt;Time is such a wonderful thing&lt;br /&gt;Taking tragedies and pain&lt;br /&gt;Burying them deep and far.&lt;br /&gt;Recovery, growth, enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;But at what cost to us&lt;br /&gt;Does time bring in exchange?&lt;br /&gt;We lay here blind to the fact&lt;br /&gt;That we’re speeding&lt;br /&gt;100 miles an hour in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Completely blind to the future.&lt;br /&gt;As time heals it also breaks down&lt;br /&gt;Running out of gas, nothing in sight.&lt;br /&gt;It disorients us to once vivid thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the wilderness and no way back.&lt;br /&gt;The great mystery of what happens&lt;br /&gt;When the time is up.&lt;br /&gt;Cliffs all around, the brakes are out.&lt;br /&gt;But then so suddenly, the suspense is up.&lt;br /&gt;Clarity sinks in. Life is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;But then, out of nowhere, it carries us back&lt;br /&gt;Into the dark, lost and confused.&lt;br /&gt;But for the lucky, there is a bright spot&lt;br /&gt;Where they sit and wait.&lt;br /&gt;For time to carry them home.&lt;br /&gt;So time is a strange thing.&lt;br /&gt;That is both a gift and a curse&lt;br /&gt;But in reality, time is merely a medium&lt;br /&gt;In which we all travel.&lt;br /&gt;No favorites or special treatment.&lt;br /&gt;5 billion class C travelers.&lt;br /&gt;The only difference&lt;br /&gt;In this terrifying journey,&lt;br /&gt;Is in your head.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/mind.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-6419576819017851419?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/6419576819017851419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=6419576819017851419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/6419576819017851419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/6419576819017851419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2007/06/at-first-glance-time-is-such-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-893567368655884150</id><published>2007-05-22T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:08:38.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free</title><content type='html'>Oh what great a gift it is&lt;br /&gt;To be free of you&lt;br /&gt;And all of your chains.&lt;br /&gt;To live life with certainty,&lt;br /&gt;Being Happy with myself.&lt;br /&gt;Oh the joy of waking up.&lt;br /&gt;To look up and smile,&lt;br /&gt;And be free from shame.&lt;br /&gt;No more guessing,&lt;br /&gt;The answer is clear.&lt;br /&gt;I’m free from your hell,&lt;br /&gt;No longer so near.&lt;br /&gt;So I’ve learned to love&lt;br /&gt;And learned to live.&lt;br /&gt;But I have also learned&lt;br /&gt;How to heal and be free.&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll never forget&lt;br /&gt;The times we have shared.&lt;br /&gt;But I do not regret&lt;br /&gt;Where life has taken me.&lt;br /&gt;So I wish you the best&lt;br /&gt;But I no longer care&lt;br /&gt;What you wish of me.&lt;br /&gt;For I am now free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/freedom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/freedom.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-893567368655884150?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/893567368655884150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=893567368655884150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/893567368655884150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/893567368655884150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2007/05/free.html' title='Free'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-3867175577029699716</id><published>2007-04-30T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T13:50:14.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushing it.</title><content type='html'>Pushing it.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeplessness and parties.&lt;br /&gt;Bruised.&lt;br /&gt;Physically and Mentally.&lt;br /&gt;Healing;&lt;br /&gt;Worth much more.&lt;br /&gt;I look up and see comfort.&lt;br /&gt;When before I saw nothing.&lt;br /&gt;So I keep pushing it.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing where I go.&lt;br /&gt;Just one more week left.&lt;br /&gt;Thousands of miles and dollars.&lt;br /&gt;Living my life and pushing my boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;So I've let loose in every which way.&lt;br /&gt;And I finally realize,&lt;br /&gt;That I am completely free.&lt;br /&gt;To sit here and torture,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of what's lost.&lt;br /&gt;Or to keep moving and learning.&lt;br /&gt;That Life is not lost.&lt;br /&gt;So I will pick the latter&lt;br /&gt;From this day on out.&lt;br /&gt;Because life is worth too much&lt;br /&gt;To dwell on one thought.&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I will keep&lt;br /&gt;Pushing myself hard.&lt;br /&gt;So I do not repeat&lt;br /&gt;My past nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;I fight in my head,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of things that were.&lt;br /&gt;But today I have won.&lt;br /&gt;My civil war.&lt;br /&gt;So I keep pushing.&lt;br /&gt;Until nothing is left,&lt;br /&gt;Except for myself&lt;br /&gt;And nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/Pushing_The_Orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/Pushing_The_Orange.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-3867175577029699716?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/3867175577029699716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=3867175577029699716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/3867175577029699716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/3867175577029699716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2007/04/pushing-it.html' title='Pushing it.'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-2788976348377983323</id><published>2007-04-25T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T12:40:29.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another year passed.</title><content type='html'>Tic Toc .&lt;br /&gt;Another year passed.&lt;br /&gt;nineteen going on twenty.&lt;br /&gt;lots has changed.&lt;br /&gt;lots has remained.&lt;br /&gt;Coming out of spring,&lt;br /&gt;Much stronger than before.&lt;br /&gt;A new season and a new year&lt;br /&gt;In this confusing life.&lt;br /&gt;Irresponsible at times,&lt;br /&gt;Dependable at others.&lt;br /&gt;Friends have stayed true.&lt;br /&gt;Others have dropped out.&lt;br /&gt;So this year I will celebrate,&lt;br /&gt;All the people in my life:&lt;br /&gt;That I care about,&lt;br /&gt;And that care about me.&lt;br /&gt;So Tic Toc&lt;br /&gt;Time continues to move.&lt;br /&gt;A new season awaits&lt;br /&gt;And new situations will occur.&lt;br /&gt;I look forward, finally releasing the past.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that everyone,&lt;br /&gt;will be able to see&lt;br /&gt;That I am still myself.&lt;br /&gt;Although a little shakey,&lt;br /&gt;I have found my personality again.&lt;br /&gt;On and off, It grows stronger now.&lt;br /&gt;All are welcome, into my heart,&lt;br /&gt;That accept this and want to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Time as it moves on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/EyeOfBright.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/EyeOfBright.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-2788976348377983323?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/2788976348377983323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=2788976348377983323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/2788976348377983323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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leash,&lt;br /&gt;Attached to my heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s keeping me from&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enjoying things fully.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a severed string,&lt;br /&gt;Barely anything left.&lt;br /&gt;That I try so hard to break,&lt;br /&gt;Live.&lt;br /&gt;Learn.&lt;br /&gt;Forget.&lt;br /&gt;But then I remember,&lt;br /&gt;Why that string ever attached.&lt;br /&gt;The things said,&lt;br /&gt;The things done,&lt;br /&gt;And it almost makes it worth,&lt;br /&gt;All that has passed.&lt;br /&gt;This is merely a sample,&lt;br /&gt;Of my thoughts circling,&lt;br /&gt;Through my heart and my head.&lt;br /&gt;But I am left a rock,&lt;br /&gt;With no room to trust.&lt;br /&gt;Until this string is broken,&lt;br /&gt;Or securely reattached.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/puppet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/puppet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-1354460526353185878?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/1354460526353185878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=1354460526353185878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/1354460526353185878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/1354460526353185878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2007/04/cannot-grasp.html' title='Cannot grasp'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-2347999573150679617</id><published>2007-04-19T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T14:35:51.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With glimmering hope.</title><content type='html'>Life has gone on,&lt;br /&gt;With this declining hope.&lt;br /&gt;Day by day by day,&lt;br /&gt;Trudging along.&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiasm lost,&lt;br /&gt;Humor destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;It's all been serious,&lt;br /&gt;Exhaustingly overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on the past,&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating the future.&lt;br /&gt;Roaming through the present,&lt;br /&gt;With no mind of what to do.&lt;br /&gt;But life went on,&lt;br /&gt;And things draw to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Realization sinks in.&lt;br /&gt;Almost there.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at accomplishments,&lt;br /&gt;Through this troubling time.&lt;br /&gt;There's a glimmering hope,&lt;br /&gt;That things will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;So keep trudging on,&lt;br /&gt;Towards this new idea.&lt;br /&gt;The splendid thought,&lt;br /&gt;That the past is so distraught:&lt;br /&gt;That things will improve&lt;br /&gt;That life will progress.&lt;br /&gt;So keep trudging on.&lt;br /&gt;With this new glimmering hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/poetryBrisonsGlimmeringSea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/poetryBrisonsGlimmeringSea.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-2347999573150679617?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/2347999573150679617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=2347999573150679617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/2347999573150679617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/2347999573150679617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2007/04/with-glimmering-hope.html' title='With glimmering hope.'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-692086685878030807</id><published>2007-04-17T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:23:53.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowing throughout.</title><content type='html'>This present anxiety,&lt;br /&gt;Like nails on a chalkboard.&lt;br /&gt;The screeching sound,&lt;br /&gt;A terrible product of friction.&lt;br /&gt;Nervous habits,&lt;br /&gt;Nervous laughter.&lt;br /&gt;Laughing&lt;br /&gt;When logic screams solemn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This gnawing anxiety,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Shaking all over.&lt;br /&gt;Unsure of what to do,&lt;br /&gt;Unsure of what to say.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Flowing like water,&lt;br /&gt;Into a bottomless chasm.&lt;br /&gt;Rubbing away,&lt;br /&gt;Creating a schism.&lt;br /&gt;This throbbing anxiety,&lt;br /&gt;Blacking out thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Scared to reply,&lt;br /&gt;Scared to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;This wicked anxiety,&lt;br /&gt;Consuming it's prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/flowfieldmed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/flowfieldmed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-692086685878030807?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/692086685878030807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=692086685878030807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/692086685878030807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/692086685878030807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2007/04/flowing-throughout.html' title='Flowing throughout.'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-1007397287294884025</id><published>2007-04-16T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T12:47:02.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a deep breath.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deep &lt;/span&gt;breath, and let it all out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The smoke curls around my nose, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;repungent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;vile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleepless and drained, I lay in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My heart still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loves, &lt;/span&gt;but I couldn't keep up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;hate or feel regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I say the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; truth &lt;/span&gt;and that's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I lay here, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moving &lt;/span&gt;day by day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is a slight &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;relief, &lt;/span&gt;knowing I won't be torn anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you hit the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bottom, &lt;/span&gt;there's that one comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I lay here, moving day by day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unwilling &lt;/span&gt;to hate or feel any more anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just sit here and wait, for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pieces &lt;/span&gt;to pick up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fear&lt;/span&gt; is a strange thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It eats away and makes us &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;said, &lt;/span&gt;bad things done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you just wanted to help, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hurt &lt;/span&gt;goes deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So I lay here, with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;filthy &lt;/span&gt;smoke curling around my nose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;hate or resentment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;calm &lt;/span&gt;defeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/defeat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-1007397287294884025?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/1007397287294884025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=1007397287294884025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/1007397287294884025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/1007397287294884025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2007/04/take-deep-breath.html' title='Take a deep breath.'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-7561757513445734768</id><published>2007-04-07T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T18:36:26.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As I look to the sky.</title><content type='html'>I look up to the sky, not always knowing what waits there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our existence argues perfection, way up through the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, I cry, show me yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast a light into the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through doubt and through grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through good and through bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant me the faith I once had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us wonder, what lies behind the night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We look up into the heavens and sometimes we cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this doubt is so great, we have no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we could lose faith in you, yet you show through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every child born and every act of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turn our backs and continue to shove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lights go off, and we’re in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry out and beg for another start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my God, show yourself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that you could fill my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wipe out doubt, and misery, and hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me hope before it’s too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up in the sky, not knowing what’s there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pray these things, but also to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that don’t know, or refuse to state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That something more could be up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I look to the sky, with tears full of grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I pray all these things, upon a falling leaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-7561757513445734768?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/7561757513445734768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=7561757513445734768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/7561757513445734768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/7561757513445734768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2007/04/as-i-look-to-sky.html' title='As I look to the sky.'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-6967233363182580979</id><published>2007-04-01T21:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:28:58.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness is key.</title><content type='html'>Just keep turning it,&lt;br /&gt;It all means nothing&lt;a title="Change a table, list or image" class="btn onbtn dropdn"&gt;          &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You play your games.&lt;br /&gt;Love me.&lt;br /&gt;Love me not.&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness is the key.&lt;br /&gt;To feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;Right?&lt;br /&gt;Lets get close,&lt;br /&gt;Then run away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to help&lt;br /&gt;So you lock me out.&lt;br /&gt;Life's not fair,&lt;br /&gt;So push away.&lt;br /&gt;Cause' loneliness is key.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't give up.&lt;br /&gt;So you got scared.&lt;br /&gt;Push it deep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost gone&lt;br /&gt;I love you truly.&lt;br /&gt;So run away.&lt;br /&gt;Life's about you&lt;br /&gt;Keeping your emotions&lt;br /&gt;Locked up tight.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't leave you,&lt;br /&gt;so pretend you like:&lt;br /&gt;The things I do,&lt;br /&gt;The places we go.&lt;br /&gt;Then when we're close at night&lt;br /&gt;Just turn it deep.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't quit,&lt;br /&gt;So you threw it in.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing mattered;&lt;br /&gt;It was all a lie.&lt;br /&gt;Just keep turning it,&lt;br /&gt;The blade goes deep.&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness is key,&lt;br /&gt;to sorting it out.&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;Truth,&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty,&lt;br /&gt;Make you shout.&lt;br /&gt;Just keep turning it now.&lt;br /&gt;Almost there.&lt;br /&gt;you're pushing me out.&lt;br /&gt;you know how.&lt;br /&gt;it's like before.&lt;br /&gt;only not so hard.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't quit&lt;br /&gt;So you gotta slit,&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that stays&lt;br /&gt;Through good and through bad.&lt;br /&gt;Just keep turning it in.&lt;br /&gt;Just keep turning it deep.&lt;br /&gt;Keep running away.&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness is key.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-6967233363182580979?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/6967233363182580979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=6967233363182580979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/6967233363182580979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/6967233363182580979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2007/04/loneliness-is-key.html' title='Loneliness is key.'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-2046417314533549166</id><published>2007-03-21T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T17:39:33.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleading with yourself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flash&lt;/span&gt;. The news is delivered. All hopes and dreams are shattered. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Begging&lt;/span&gt;. Pleading until you are out of breath. What happened cannot be changed. You beg with logic, trying to change it's mind. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anger&lt;/span&gt;. You accuse, shout. Your reasoning is the same. You cannot accept this. Not now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Distracting&lt;/span&gt;. You bring everything up. The good and the bad. Nothing can distract this now. It is in a corner, ready to spring. The slow realization of defeat is sinking in. Your stomach starts to go first. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nausea&lt;/span&gt;. The sinking feeling that cannot be fixed. Your mouth is watering, but you hold it back. Life is spinning in circles. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Balance&lt;/span&gt;. You fall to the ground. Logic has left you and so has dignity. It spins faster now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blood&lt;/span&gt;. Rushes through your head. You hear your pulse beating through your ears. Physical and mental collapse draw closer. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Denial&lt;/span&gt;. Running now. Hoping it was a dream. You cannot focus on anything. This world has just ended and you were not ready. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ravaged&lt;/span&gt;. You lose all hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/Pleadingbeforejudge89.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was just an experience I had a while ago, I'm fine though. It's just something I wanted to write down before I forget about it. -David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-2046417314533549166?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/2046417314533549166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=2046417314533549166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/2046417314533549166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/2046417314533549166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2007/03/pleading-with-yourself.html' title='Pleading with yourself.'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-2456430344895984810</id><published>2007-03-21T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T17:37:49.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaped by our surroundings.</title><content type='html'>Society seems to be crumbling. There is no honor anymore. People do not look out for each other. Where the worst that could happen in a situation at one point in time would be a little fight or scuffle, it now almost always ends up with an ambulance rushing a gun-victim to the hospital, or worse yet - the morgue. One must ask themselves ... "how have we gotten like this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born 18 years ago in a small town in &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Pennsylvania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;. I was lucky, in a way, to be born into a very large, close, and strong family. I was raised by everyone in my family. I was a very sickly kid, so everyone took care of me. I spent most of my early childhood confined to the house, where I was exposed to adults, their conversations, and their wisdom much more than other healthy kids of my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly learned to observe things, actions, and their impact on their surroundings. A lot of my knowledge and wisdom was quickly shattered when I was at an age where I could be alone. My learning curve was quickly shunted and instead, I was left to spend many hours with a television. T.V., although entertaining, could never captivate my attention. The moment I began to get healthy enough to venture away from the house, my imagination had grown larger than the cheap broadcasting offered to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not until later years that I realized how saturated the average person's life is. I was born into a society raped over and over again by the relentless barrage of information being pumped into our every orifice. Cell phones quickly pushed our need to be connected to a constant 24 hours a day 7 days a week status. Our day has been split up so much that we actually have a need to abbreviate 3 and 4 letter words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I found myself checking the news on three different sites, texting someone, and having two simultaneous conversations over AIM. All of this was going on in the background while I was studying for a midterm. Our minds have become accustomed to constant stimulation. Thought, reflection, meditation, and relaxation are terms that died with my parent's generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a generation of constant change, instant gratification, short term memory, skewed priorities, and selfishness that our parents and grandparents could not even fathom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why are our tempers so short? Why do we ignore terrible things happening to others? Because we're too preoccupied with ourselves, we're expecting a phone call, expecting a text, our time has been so carefully divided that we do not have any left to think about what we are doing. If you sit down and analyze your typical day, you quickly realize that you're pissing away most of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are pacifying ourselves, being blind to the fact that we carry the responsibility for change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself why you believe and act the way you do. Talk to other people and find out what they think and believe. While people in our society still have the capacity to think, go out and stimulate that one thing that separates us from other animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/math.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/math.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-2456430344895984810?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/2456430344895984810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=2456430344895984810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/2456430344895984810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/2456430344895984810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2007/03/shaped-by-our-surroundings.html' title='Shaped by our surroundings.'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-112600261167923353</id><published>2005-09-06T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T03:30:11.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Early morning..</title><content type='html'>Every few months or so, David will indulge in staying up until the asscrack of dawn and having a very Intelligent conversation about a very serious topic whilst sitting on his back porch smoking a cigarette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I have done it three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many friends, but only two or three whom I could talk about &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; with. Even that kind of honesty with my closest friends was unheard of for the most part of my life.  I have always been closed in until this past few months. I hope i'm just becoming more mature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if you cannot share your most guarded secrets and memories with someone, than you will not ever be able to relax. I've made mistakes in my life before, but now I just laugh about them and move onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/4/8/1/14815/14815-h/images/017.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/4/8/1/14815/14815-h/images/017.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-112600261167923353?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/112600261167923353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=112600261167923353' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/112600261167923353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/112600261167923353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/09/early-morning.html' title='Early morning..'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-112462614431570624</id><published>2005-08-21T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T05:09:04.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peeps.</title><content type='html'>I have been away from some of my old habits/obsessions lately (such as blogger);  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer has been quite interesting - and it has taken me about two weeks to adjust to school, responsibility, and whatnot again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got back from my internship in Indiana, I had a great time back in Aiken - I was able to just relax and hang out with friends almost every day for several weeks just enjoying my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School isn't really too bad though;  It's my senior year and I only go until 1:45 every day.  With my extra time, I try to take a few hours every day to chill out.  I'm trying not to slack off this year (in anything), which is a very tough thing to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell phones are ruining our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is never a moment of peace or a time when we can completely disconnect at the end of the day and wind down. There is always some way for a person to get ahold of you night and day. People work 24/7 in a sense. When they arent at work, there is always a leash around their neck;  They are a phonecall away from dropping everything and running back to their job. In a way, that makes me respect people with simple meanial jobs even more.  They work hard outside (mowing lawns, working on cars, .ect) then they come home.  I do not believe the human body or mind is designed for the pressure that society, phones, employers, &amp; others put on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We treat each other like shit in an era where boundries are just lines on a map that we could easily cross any time in a plane or a car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://graphics.jsonline.com/graphics/entree/img/mar05/peeps.one0313_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://graphics.jsonline.com/graphics/entree/img/mar05/peeps.one0313_big.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-112462614431570624?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/112462614431570624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=112462614431570624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/112462614431570624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/112462614431570624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/08/peeps.html' title='Peeps.'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-112295574006721882</id><published>2005-08-01T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T21:13:44.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Serene</title><content type='html'>Here I am, curled up in a large windowsill listening to the ocean right outside my window completely at peace. I love the beach; not only for the exotic tropical experience that marketing companies around the world put into my head, but also for the dark hours when only a few people venture across the endless stretch of sand guided by moonlight and a driving sense of ease.  The best time to walk on a beach is 2 to 3 hours before the sun rises when all is still dark.  The prospect of having this beautiful place to myself for some hours before anyone else is awake, greed, drives me out each morning. I marvel at the beauty that's found in the simplicity of this place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.irtc.org/ftp/pub/stills/2003-04-30/simplici.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.irtc.org/ftp/pub/stills/2003-04-30/simplici.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-112295574006721882?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/112295574006721882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=112295574006721882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/112295574006721882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/112295574006721882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/08/serene.html' title='Serene'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-112268160802056297</id><published>2005-07-29T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T17:00:08.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketing.</title><content type='html'>Its interesting how carefully people in marketing choose words that go on advertisements. This morning I took a shower and the only shampoo was a bottle that was &lt;i&gt;for women of color.&lt;/i&gt; Now I'm no women, and although i'm a little brown -- I'm far from &lt;i&gt;of color&lt;/i&gt; - But it said shampoo on the bottle so I risked it. Luckily -- my hair didn't turn into a honeycomb on top of my head -- or a big afro.  It just turned clean.  Now, thats horseshit that there needs to be special shampoo for  'women of color'.  I mean - - my hair is exactly the same as when I wash it with any other shampoo. This is just an example.  Now I know black people generally have different hair than white people - but soap is soap. I really believe that theres nothing different from one shampoo to the others. Marketing really aggrivates me. It makes consumers out to be stupid shmucks who dont know anything.  The sad thing is, us consumers play right into that crap. We take everything they feed us and lose our ability and need to think and operate for ourselves.  This is yet another problem with our society.  I think we're all turning into Vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Pennsylvania right now,  beautiful state and todays a beautiful day.  If I remember i'll post some pictures of this place later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dav.Di  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hep.uchicago.edu/images/board-meeting.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://hep.uchicago.edu/images/board-meeting.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-112268160802056297?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/112268160802056297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=112268160802056297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/112268160802056297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/112268160802056297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/07/marketing.html' title='Marketing.'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-112225589205468184</id><published>2005-07-24T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T18:44:52.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in action</title><content type='html'>I got back into town on Monday from my internship.  It was great. Besides learning a lot, I enjoyed staying with that branch of my family. I think staying close to your entire family is a great thing. I grew up being raised by all my aunts, uncles, grand parents, and even great aunts, uncles, grandparents.  I played with all 15 of my cousins. Having a strong family background has really been a great thing.  There's always been support when going through tough times and through good times. Thats one of the problems with America these days.  Family structure has gone out the window and people are on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.layman.org/layman/news/news-around-church/washington-summit-98/holy-family-art.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.layman.org/layman/news/news-around-church/washington-summit-98/holy-family-art.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bellsouthpwp.net/d/k/dking/Modest%20Mouse%20-%20Bukowski.mp3" autostart="true" height="15" width="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song thats playing is,&lt;br /&gt;Modest Mouse :Bukowski  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today made me think of it for some reason.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-112225589205468184?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/112225589205468184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=112225589205468184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/112225589205468184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/112225589205468184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-in-action.html' title='Back in action'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-112130553173451885</id><published>2005-07-13T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T18:45:31.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired...</title><content type='html'>=Sometimes I wonder what the purpose is in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life goes according to the best of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;circumstances, then you will end up working at a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;job you enjoy, maybe raising a family. Your kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be healthy and grow up to make you proud. By&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the time you stop working you and possibly your&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spouse will begin to realize how joyous time was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you were young and how you've dwindled all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of it away. Ideally, you will die at an old age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peacefully and without suffering. You left a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;legacy of kids and maybe grand kids, but will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they do anything different than you? Will they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have more of a purpose? That is the ideal life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything would have gone right.  Reality sinks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in. Life wasn't that perfect, you just chose to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the good parts. You're tired. Maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest is a good thing. Till death do us part. Will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they remember you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wilderhom.com/original/sabcas01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.wilderhom.com/original/sabcas01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-112130553173451885?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/112130553173451885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=112130553173451885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/112130553173451885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/112130553173451885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/07/tired.html' title='Tired...'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-112119275997584713</id><published>2005-07-12T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T11:51:10.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whiskey in a Jar</title><content type='html'>I had a very nasty experience today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a protein milkshake that was supposedly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chocolate&lt;/span&gt;.  Well, I was too lazy to find a blender,  so I ended up chewing this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;milkshake&lt;/span&gt;.  I think its the worst breakfast I ever had,  but regardless I had a lot of protein this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is called whiskey in a jar,  I dunno who first performed it - -but I know metallica did a cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bellsouthpwp.net/d/k/dking/09-Whiskey_In_The_Jar.mp3" autostart="true" height="15" width="144"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains&lt;br /&gt;I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'&lt;br /&gt;I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier&lt;br /&gt;I said "Stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya"&lt;br /&gt;I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny&lt;br /&gt;I took all of his money yeah and I brought it home to Molly&lt;br /&gt;She swore that she loved me no never would she leave me&lt;br /&gt;But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy&lt;br /&gt;Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da&lt;br /&gt;Whack for my daddy-o&lt;br /&gt;Whack for my daddy-o&lt;br /&gt;There's whiskey in the jar-o&lt;br /&gt;Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber&lt;br /&gt;Takin' my Molly with me, but I never knew the danger&lt;br /&gt;For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell&lt;br /&gt;I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels&lt;br /&gt;Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya&lt;br /&gt;Whack for my daddy-o&lt;br /&gt;Whack for my daddy-o&lt;br /&gt;There's whiskey in the jar-o&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, whiskey, yo, whiskey...&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh, ya&lt;br /&gt;Now some men like a fishin', but some men like the fowlin'&lt;br /&gt;Some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roarin'&lt;br /&gt;But me, I like sleepin', `specially in my Molly's chamber&lt;br /&gt;But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya&lt;br /&gt;Whack for my daddy-o&lt;br /&gt;Whack for my daddy-o&lt;br /&gt;There's whiskey in the jar-o&lt;br /&gt;Whiskey in the jar-o&lt;br /&gt;Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da&lt;br /&gt;Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, hey&lt;br /&gt;Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da&lt;br /&gt;Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-112119275997584713?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/112119275997584713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=112119275997584713' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/112119275997584713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/112119275997584713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/07/whiskey-in-jar.html' title='Whiskey in a Jar'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-112100132946519041</id><published>2005-07-10T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T06:15:29.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kashmir</title><content type='html'>My hair is cut -- and i'm slowly but surely turning brown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going with my cousins to go canoeing which will be interesting,  since I've never done that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer I've met a lot of very successful and powerful people.  All of them started with nothing and worked for their success.  That is something I respect a lot. My family on both sides started out moving to this country poor as dirt, now there are several millionaires and very successful people who have just worked hard.  Some people are resentful to the wealthy, but if you really work at it and set your goals you can also become a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theres always exceptions and people who are truly repressed.  For those people I just pray and do whatever I can to help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres a song called Kashmir,  I suggest you listen to it.  Its by Led Zeppelin -- or at least covered by them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all are doing well,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--dav.di&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-112100132946519041?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/112100132946519041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=112100132946519041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/112100132946519041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/112100132946519041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/07/kashmir.html' title='Kashmir'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-112026809063347693</id><published>2005-07-01T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T18:34:50.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>75% remaining</title><content type='html'>I grew up in a family that was never strict about alcohol.  I was always able to have wine with dinner -- or even some beer with my dad once in a while.  When I moved down to South Carolina and was growing up,  I was very suprised to see how horrified people were at the notion of alcohol.  Kids were never even allowed a sip of wine.  Baptists and other branches of christianity ridiculed us catholics .  Yet, people from those very families who were so strict fall victim to alcoholism and irresponsible drinking.  I believe that if you restrict someone from something -- and make it a horrible sin to even think about, then that person will strive to experience this forbidden fruit. It seems to be in human nature. I grew up fairly unrestricted and now that I have some independance, I do not really abuse it. I've seen so many people my age make a huge dramatic deal out of miniscule things like relationships, drinking,.ect; the rampant stupidity I observe from my peers makes me very apprehensive of the future when I look back on decisions I make. I'm really sick of all the drama people create. Life is way too short to get caught up in the small things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-112026809063347693?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/112026809063347693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=112026809063347693' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/112026809063347693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/112026809063347693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/07/75-remaining.html' title='75% remaining'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-112004347345840182</id><published>2005-06-29T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T04:11:13.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-Cough-Choke-Gasp*PAIN*</title><content type='html'>This week has been going pretty well;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana is great,  I enjoy the job I'm doing and also the people im working under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another,  less happy note,  since around 9:00 last night I have had the worst allergy/sorethroat case :(.&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly swallow anything -- and im really not feelin to great;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the meds I took will help me to feel better at least for the first half of today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go into work at 7 today and I'll prolly leave at 5:30,  so I really don't need to be ill during that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope none of you are sick;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dav.Di&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-112004347345840182?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/112004347345840182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=112004347345840182' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/112004347345840182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/112004347345840182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/06/cough-choke-gasppain.html' title='-Cough-Choke-Gasp*PAIN*'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111949140511217928</id><published>2005-06-22T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T18:50:05.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connectivity</title><content type='html'>Right now I'm sitting with my cousins watching startrek and playing on this laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indiana is fun;  Im starting to get into a routine at work -- which is a good thing. I've been working around 9 hours a day but time flies when you keep busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its sad how eager I always am to be connected to the net.  If murderers had IM instead of guns then this world would be a happy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm signing off for the night -- Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dav.Di.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111949140511217928?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111949140511217928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111949140511217928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111949140511217928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111949140511217928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/06/connectivity.html' title='Connectivity'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111940672865672222</id><published>2005-06-21T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T19:18:48.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family:</title><content type='html'>I'm posting from up in Indiana --&lt;br /&gt;I started work monday this week -- I'm working with a group of 4 people that maintain the network for Cinergy com.  There are around 500 computers + servers that they have to maintain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying here with my cousin J. ( he's my moms cousin -- so I think that makes us second cousins) and his family.  He has a very nice wife and 3  little boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company has been great to me -- I have a car I can use to get back and forth to work;  I also have a laptop I can use the month that I am here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss all my Aiken peeps -- but i'll be back the 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all having a good summer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dav.Di&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111940672865672222?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111940672865672222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111940672865672222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111940672865672222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111940672865672222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/06/family.html' title='Family:'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111885245569616241</id><published>2005-06-15T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T09:20:55.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving.</title><content type='html'>Today is my last day in town for the summer (I might have a week or so before school starts back in aiken).  Hopefully I'll get to see some of my friends before I leave -- All i've done today was sit here x.x;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to seein family and workin up in Indiana -- I just wish I had a little more time to stay in Aiken, but you can't have everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have access to e-mail while i'm up there -- so if anyone that reads this wants to say hey,  drop an e-mail at obscene.malfunction@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dav.Di&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111885245569616241?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111885245569616241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111885245569616241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111885245569616241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111885245569616241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/06/leaving.html' title='Leaving.'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111837376034322021</id><published>2005-06-09T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T20:22:40.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oww.</title><content type='html'>I was driving to Evan's house today -- and right before I got on Telatha church road ( waiting to turn ) Some guy never saw me and rear ended the shit out of me.  He hit his brakes right before he hit me -- but I think he was still going 40-50 mph.  It pushed my van into oncoming traffic before I grabbed the wheel and swerved back into my lane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily noone was seriously injured -- my right arm is very sore since it absorbed most of the impact,  but I had x-rays done and nothing is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospital waiting rooms piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in the hospital waiting room today (for 4 hours) - I realized that I practically grew up in hospitals when I was little.  It brought back a flood of suppressed memories and I realized that It wasn't so bad because at least I was breathing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow im goin to the beach -- I'm gonna be sore from whiplash =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dav.Di&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111837376034322021?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111837376034322021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111837376034322021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111837376034322021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111837376034322021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/06/oww.html' title='oww.'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111745399067068475</id><published>2005-05-30T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T04:53:54.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Privileged</title><content type='html'>I love being a guy. . . if im too lazy to go piss inside, I can just go behind my house in the woods. Not only is it natural -- it's healthy on ocassion to change scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schools over;  This week  imma be at Danes lake house with some peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a good summer season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111745399067068475?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111745399067068475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111745399067068475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111745399067068475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111745399067068475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/05/privileged.html' title='Privileged'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111715979018348950</id><published>2005-05-26T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T19:09:50.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PETA videos on animal cruelity make me hungry</title><content type='html'>I would never treat an animal badly intentionally,  but I am not phased by the fact that my diet  mostly consists an animals pain and sorrow.  Veal is tortured baby cow -- but that's only because it tastes better when its tortured.  I have a vegitarian cousin  that's very involved in animal rights.ect and it gets on my nerves hearing about how eating meat is bad;  I love my animal flesh -- I'm proud of the fact that I eat meat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some of those clove cigarettes (Djarum Blacks)  -- They are pretty good,  if you like clove that is. My mom cant breathe with that smell for some reason --  i guess shes allergic.  You either like them or hate them --  I personally like em;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of exams is tomorrow and then I am done with school - -I'm going to a friends lakehouse from monday to next weekend - - so hopefully I'll be brown by the time I come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This (school) year went by quickly though it was very stressful.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111715979018348950?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111715979018348950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111715979018348950' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111715979018348950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111715979018348950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/05/peta-videos-on-animal-cruelity-make-me.html' title='PETA videos on animal cruelity make me hungry'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111668000944183667</id><published>2005-05-21T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T05:53:29.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Electricity fried my switch.</title><content type='html'>My faithful switch,  16 delicious ports that were crucial in LAN parties and then my home network once I got broadband.  Dead.  This switch worked to the very last;  it died while it was running during a really bad storm.  The storm also killed my telephone.  Bastard.  All the electronics in my room were running when the storm hit and I was not at home to unplug them --  so I was lucky to have a surge protector (except for on my phone lines). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to see Star Wars with some buddies.  Jeff almost got himself killed driving his saturn -- but I rode with Dane so it wasn't too bad for me. The movie was great,  it redeemed lucas for the last 2 crappy movies he put out.  The only problem with it is the sappy-love dialogue between Anakin and Padme.  Lucas is brilliant at writing stories -- but when it comes to the actual dialogue and in this case romantic dialogue,  he is quite lacking. I dont see why people have thrown their lives away for the Star Wars universe though;  When I was a kid I was a huge fan.  I think its a form of escapism;  Lucas began an entire universe detailed down to the different worlds and govt's for these people to escape to -- It is quite appealing, but at some point one has to grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend seeing the movie to you guys though -- unless of course you will get overly attached and camp outside of theaters for the rest of your life.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I weighed myself today and I was 180 lbs.  I used to be 230 like a year ago;  At that time I was fat and angry;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for an example of the old me,  check out &lt;a href="http://www.deadjournal.com/users/telk/?skip=40"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; old Deadjournal I found -- its from 08/06/2002&lt;br /&gt;Its interesting reading back on old blogs.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111668000944183667?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111668000944183667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111668000944183667' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111668000944183667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111668000944183667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/05/electricity-fried-my-switch.html' title='Electricity fried my switch.'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111646475549398583</id><published>2005-05-18T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T18:05:55.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gnivil ot Eid</title><content type='html'>starting on Monday, I've been eating more protein and going to the gym every day:&lt;br /&gt;Every other day I lift weights.&lt;br /&gt;Every day I dont lift weights I run and do some sort of cardio.&lt;br /&gt;The workouts are all short and intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result i've already lost around 5 lbs,  I'm lifting about 20 lbs more than I was a while ago.   Sergey is doing the same thing as I am.  We plan on doing this throughout the summer so we are in shape for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this a year ago,  and lost 40+ lbs doing it -- and I've managed to keep it all off and continue to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shape up&lt;/span&gt;.  So it is an efficient way to get yourself in shape.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Schools almost out.  I have the rest of this week + next monday and tuesday followed by some half days.  The week after school lets out I am going to Dane's lakehouse near Anderson for a week with some buddies of mine.  There is a big lake, a house, and a boat there so hopefully i'll be relaxed and brown by the time I come back (I tan really easily because of the portuguese in my blood).&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;My stress levels are dropping,  I only have a couple exams I have to worry about  and I realized yesterday that I will most likely do fine on them If I dont get anxiety and forget stuff like I normally do.  I've been taking life easy and just enjoying things.  When I drive-- I always have a window open and just drive slow enjoying the beautiful scenery.  People never smile anymore or slow down enough to enjoy their surroundings;  until I started slowing down recently I never realized how beautiful everything is.  For once I think i'm glad to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I'm really exhausted right now though.  This workout schedule does have its flaws,  it is very taxing on you physically.  I am going to rest for tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111646475549398583?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111646475549398583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111646475549398583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111646475549398583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111646475549398583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/05/gnivil-ot-eid.html' title='Gnivil ot Eid'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111613373015305003</id><published>2005-05-14T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T22:08:50.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinot Labreh</title><content type='html'>When one thinks about it, you realize that your life is a battle to not become what you hate the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and so many of us drop our heads in defeat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been pretty relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I skipped school along with just about everyone I know thats not a senior-- It was senior awards day at SAHS, so there was a 3 hour long assembly - and none of the teachers expected students to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That mornin I went to the Agusta mall with Bethany -- the problem was neither of us knew how to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a vague idea,  so we got on the highway to agusta -- but we took one exit too soon and ended up getting horribly lost and just turning off on whatever road we knew the name of &gt;&lt;.&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly enough -- we took a nice little detour past downtown agusta and then bush field where we finally arrived at the mall coming from the other direction 2 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always like exploring places though and we both werent in a big hurry so it was all cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I went to evening of the arts at the school.  There were some good acts -- some really bad acts -- and then the last band that played had a lot of talent,  but the singer just screamed really loud the whole time.  They even managed to do a death-metal cover of Enter Sandman.  I wasn't thrilled with this because it was just a little too noisy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the evening of the arts a groupofus went to chill at Flannigans ice cream place.  When they finally closed around 11:30 we headed to sonic to hang out for a bit.  Then everyone had to go home but me so I went over to danny's house for a bit and chilled there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally my sister got home and my mother called me from FL telling me I should get home so my sis wouldn't stay up waitin for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was more of a boring day.  I just chilled out at my house the majority of the day,  then this evening I went to danny's house -- then we got some coffee and watched Blade Trinity.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my parents are back home,  my sister got a parking rediculuous ticket moving into her apartment which I'm very steamed about because her car also died and she's had a generally shitty day -- and I cant go help her because she's in rock hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm going to sleep now since it's 1:00 and i gotta get up early tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dav.Di&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111613373015305003?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111613373015305003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111613373015305003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111613373015305003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111613373015305003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/05/cinot-labreh.html' title='Cinot Labreh'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111586186902585714</id><published>2005-05-11T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T18:37:49.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone</title><content type='html'>Got a new phone/number today (645-1003) -- so now i'm part of my mother's plan ( 1200 min month for 4 ppl to share,  and free nights/weekends/long distance.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Alltel pisses me off -- they tried 4 different times to trick me into thinking something was free and charge an assof money.&lt;br /&gt;As it is,  I got tricked into buying a shitty phone case.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily I saw through (most of) their attempts to rip me off and managed to piss everyone off.&lt;br /&gt;But those places are stressfull and anger-inducing.&lt;br /&gt;Specially when there are long ass lines and two people working.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I have a physics and pre-cal test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I also have an english paper due.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll be ready for tests/finish paper in time.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stressed I cant even think strait...&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Leave some;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Dav.Di&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111586186902585714?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111586186902585714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111586186902585714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111586186902585714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111586186902585714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/05/phone.html' title='Phone'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111567230115988491</id><published>2005-05-09T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:58:21.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had."</title><content type='html'>Lotta shit going through my head lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been sitting places spacing out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was mostly boring.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night evan came and chilled w/ me.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I spent w/ mom and sister( mothers day )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in a real bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111567230115988491?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111567230115988491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111567230115988491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111567230115988491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111567230115988491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/05/dreams-in-which-im-dying-are-best-ive.html' title='&quot;The dreams in which I&apos;m dying are the best I&apos;ve ever had.&quot;'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111549405108383616</id><published>2005-05-07T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T12:27:31.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meep.</title><content type='html'>This weekend has been substandard so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buncha shit goin on with my dads job.&lt;br /&gt;Still worried about some other things I don't feel like talkin about in here.&lt;br /&gt;Havent had a ciggy in 3 or 4 days, so i'm healthy and anxious as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to the lobster races w/ Steffan and Amy which wasn't too special,  afterwords we went to Brewsters and met some ppl -- then went back to the lobster race w/ Bethany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really do anything -- I just kinda stood there -- prolly looking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I havent had anything to say,  i've been so preoccupied and stressed with everything. I feel bad for people stuck hangin out w/ me -- I'm prolly really boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways -- Today I took the SAT from 8 to 12:30&lt;br /&gt;Then I was gonna do stuff with people (i gotta car, money, houseto m'self.ect) -- but noone called me back,  so I guess im going to just sit here and feel crappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've had a pretty crappy weekend; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mebee it'll get better before its over.&lt;br /&gt;But most likely,  i'll just fall asleep -- wake up tomorrow, goto church do homework and then go back to bed for monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111549405108383616?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111549405108383616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111549405108383616' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111549405108383616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111549405108383616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/05/meep.html' title='Meep.'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111541840218306200</id><published>2005-05-06T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T15:26:42.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The answer</title><content type='html'>Searching through forums today -- I found a statement that sums up my life and it's meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;A pair of Jumper Cables walk into a bar, and the bartender says, "I'll serve you a drink, but don't you two start anything!"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111541840218306200?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111541840218306200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111541840218306200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111541840218306200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111541840218306200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/05/answer.html' title='The answer'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111534200849041379</id><published>2005-05-05T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T18:13:28.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poo=(</title><content type='html'>Let me ask you this...&lt;br /&gt;If the world is a better place than it used to be -- why are so many people unhappy?&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Still sick -- ended up missing all of today.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Going to take the SAT Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Behind in English Pre-cal and German,  hopefully i'll fix that by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sitting here sipping at my vodka -- hoping it helps me get some sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I just rolled around in a frantic-sweaty and sore-throated sinus nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;finally quit smoking.&lt;br /&gt;(wish me luck x.x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111534200849041379?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111534200849041379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111534200849041379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111534200849041379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111534200849041379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/05/poo.html' title='Poo=('/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111527739945820896</id><published>2005-05-05T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T00:16:39.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick--</title><content type='html'>It's 3:00 AM and i'm not feelin well at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly breathe -- and im coughin a lotta stuff up outta my very-sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took some advil so hopefully I will be able to go back to sleep soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Other than getting sick I had a good day yesterday (wednesday). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the AP Exam (which was utter rapage that I will not talk about) I went to Zaxby's w/ Ana, Cecil, Brad, Dane, and Danny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Zaxbys,  Cecil and I went back to his house to watch Blade Trinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like I said -- all good things have an end;&lt;br /&gt;and It just ended when I got sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111527739945820896?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111527739945820896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111527739945820896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111527739945820896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111527739945820896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/05/sick.html' title='Sick--'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111508373962540095</id><published>2005-05-02T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T18:28:59.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Be it a grain of sand or a rock, in water, they both sink the same"</title><content type='html'>Why do people feel it necessary to cushion the truth?&lt;br /&gt;I hate dancing around subject,  I'd much rather everyone say what is on their mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I sometimes am a hippocrite on this subject,  it really is a peeve of mine.&lt;br /&gt;It could be human nature, but if thats the case -- then I think human nature is the suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had a bad headache today -- and I was very nauseus and dizzy so I guess i'll call it a migraine.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I had a conference w/ my english teacher -- got a lot of things settled.  Still a bit peeved about a few things, but I think imma be alright in that class now.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Im still not feelin too great so I'm going to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got informed that I am getting a  job in Evansville Indiana working for my great uncle's coorperation: Cingergy Communications (http://www.cinergycom.com/wps-html/Home/).&lt;br /&gt;I will be working June and July and staying up with his son. I am going to be working with technology (servers). This is a great opportunity not only to learn about networking.ect,  but also working in a coorperate environment.  Also-- If I like what I do,  I can aim my college career towards that and maybee get a job with them afterwords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is good news for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111508373962540095?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111508373962540095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111508373962540095' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111508373962540095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111508373962540095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/05/be-it-grain-of-sand-or-rock-in-water.html' title='&quot;Be it a grain of sand or a rock, in water, they both sink the same&quot;'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111500238756474437</id><published>2005-05-01T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T19:53:07.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>smoking</title><content type='html'>Recently I picked up a very nasty, unhealthy habit.  I think I am going to quit before I ruin my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was tough -- I helped lauren move furnature into her new apartment.&lt;br /&gt;I started feelin really nauseus around noon -- and then I got dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All seems better now,  except i'm very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a conference with my english teacher tomorrow -- so hopefully i'll get my grade situation straitened out.  I have to make sure I dont get as angry as I did last time I talked to her;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired -- it hurts to be coherant so Imma go crash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111500238756474437?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111500238756474437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111500238756474437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111500238756474437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111500238756474437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/05/smoking.html' title='smoking'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111489430747273531</id><published>2005-04-30T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T13:51:47.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(160, 255, 255);"&gt;Imagine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(160, 255, 255);"&gt;Imagine&lt;/b&gt; there's no heaven,&lt;br /&gt;    It's easy if you try,&lt;br /&gt;    No hell below us,&lt;br /&gt;    Above us only sky,&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(160, 255, 255);"&gt;Imagine&lt;/b&gt; all the people&lt;br /&gt;    living for today...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(160, 255, 255);"&gt;Imagine&lt;/b&gt; there's no countries,&lt;br /&gt;    It isnt hard to do,&lt;br /&gt;    Nothing to kill or die for,&lt;br /&gt;    No religion too,&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(160, 255, 255);"&gt;Imagine&lt;/b&gt; all the people&lt;br /&gt;    living life in peace...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(160, 255, 255);"&gt;Imagine&lt;/b&gt; no possesions,&lt;br /&gt;    I wonder if you can,&lt;br /&gt;    No need for greed or hunger,&lt;br /&gt;    A brotherhood of man,&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;b style="color: black; background-color: rgb(160, 255, 255);"&gt;Imagine&lt;/b&gt; all the people&lt;br /&gt;    Sharing all the world...&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    You may say Im a dreamer,&lt;br /&gt;    but Im not the only one,&lt;br /&gt;    I hope some day you'll join us,&lt;br /&gt;    And the world will live as one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111489430747273531?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111489430747273531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111489430747273531' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111489430747273531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111489430747273531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/04/imagine.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111482275456666760</id><published>2005-04-29T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T17:59:14.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>English = Crap?</title><content type='html'>Stress...is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;My dad's convinced he will be in next layoff;  and the way things are looking, he may not just be paranoid this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's most likely going to start an age discrimination lawsuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's been overdoing everything, not sleeping, drinking a lotta vodka at nights, sick, tired lately which has been worrying me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost assaulted a teacher this week; I was so angry at her I was red, shaking, and not thinking clearly.  Luckily,  self-control and the impending threat of jail calmed me down enough to not hit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gave me 2 zeroes and a 50 as test grades on the notecards that I literally made myself sick getting done last week.  Why? One might ask.  Because of a couple little mundane mistakes,  a typo, and unclear directions on her part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking for the better part of a half an hour -- I got her to reconsider the grades, and fix the typo (one of the zeroes should not have been zero).  But I'm still angry,  I think most of the bad grades will stand.  I find this to be a personal attack on my integrity - - with grades like that, people look at you in a completely different way.  What really pissed me off though is the amount of work I put into those notecards knowing from the start that even my teacher thinks they are a worthless  waste of time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she made Bethany cry,  so they had a looong conference whilst I waited outside ( she's my ride home since my car's dead as a dead guy). And apparantly with the help of her parents,  they all made Mrs Johnson cry.  Normally I'd feel bad, but this teacher has been doing shit to me for the last couple months that are unacceptable.  I've just had a death in the family a couple weeks ago,  and added to the above grievances -- this just is not the time to push me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I seriously was about to assault the teacher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think my parents have even seen me that angry before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-David&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111482275456666760?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111482275456666760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111482275456666760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111482275456666760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111482275456666760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/04/english-crap.html' title='English = Crap?'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111454604791946574</id><published>2005-04-26T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T13:07:27.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday...eh</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't all to special -- lotsa pop-quizzes from teachers =/.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend very fun -- I had a great time at prom (except my horrible dancing skills &gt;&lt;) With a beautiful date. afterwords we went to amy's house and chilled there till Sunday;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I've been so stressed out lately.  Even my friends notice how quiet I am and how lost I look.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;One of my dads friends that he works with got layed off today -- He's still convinced hes next.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I hate not knowing what to say to people.&lt;br /&gt;My life is always akward.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how people put up with me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111454604791946574?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111454604791946574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111454604791946574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111454604791946574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111454604791946574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/04/birthdayeh.html' title='Birthday...eh'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111435276368844375</id><published>2005-04-24T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T07:27:13.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/Prom/David_s_Prom_009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/Prom/th_David_s_Prom_009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/Prom/David_s_Prom_046.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/Prom/th_David_s_Prom_046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/Prom/David_s_Prom_042.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/Prom/th_David_s_Prom_042.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/Prom/David_s_Prom_003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/Prom/th_David_s_Prom_003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/Prom/David_s_Prom_001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/Prom/th_David_s_Prom_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures -- I'll post later when I get some sleep/food/finish paper&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111435276368844375?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111435276368844375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111435276368844375' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111435276368844375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111435276368844375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/04/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111427283275386018</id><published>2005-04-23T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T09:13:52.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom?</title><content type='html'>Prom is tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I have a spiffy looking Tux/hat/cane.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to dance -- hope I dun fall on my face :)&lt;br /&gt;Gonna picture it up -- party it up -- prom it up -- and then party it up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had some partyin'&lt;br /&gt;but let's not get into that ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today'll be fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many people will get arrested/dead tonight -- hopefully nobody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people look at you funny when you hold door's open for ladies these days? &lt;br /&gt;I grew up w/ manners and being polite -- but it seems everyone else forgot how to be like that.&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of sad -- maybee it's the feminist movement/" I can open my own door " attitude that a lot of women have... so now instead of being a gentleman I have to be looked at as wierd tomost people in my generation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke the status quo =(;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dav.Di&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111427283275386018?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111427283275386018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111427283275386018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111427283275386018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111427283275386018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/04/prom.html' title='Prom?'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111395838942435966</id><published>2005-04-19T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:53:09.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does going through life not expecting anything great or special make me a pessimist?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not always nay-saying -- I just prepare myself for the worst so I am not suprised when it happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a tusday. I skipped the first 5 hours of school-- took a test, sat around, and came home.&lt;br /&gt;I saw in the news that they picked a new pope,  one who is conservative on issues like abortion and homosexuality.  I think that is a good thing.  I was watching the news though, and I realized how much I hate the media.  I gave up on cable years ago for the most part.  It's one of those things that I love to have access to, but only use it when I have absolutely nothing else to do.  The media represents America to the rest of the world, but they seem to be run by a bunch of radical "left wing " or " right wing " politicians who make our entire country look to be a shitty, evil, pro-death group of people who dont give a shit about the world.  Thus,  the world is very angry or at best apathetic towards us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, we all need to buy baseball bats and talk to the people that run the media coorperations and tell them how we fell about what they do.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thats how i'd do it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dav.di&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111395838942435966?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111395838942435966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111395838942435966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111395838942435966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111395838942435966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/04/does-going-through-life-not-expecting.html' title=''/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111377589501601472</id><published>2005-04-17T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T15:11:35.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talent . . .or instinct?</title><content type='html'>In my life experience, women know how to do something irresponsable, piss you off, ruin something, and make &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU &lt;/span&gt;feel guilty about it all at the same time.  Normally, I would say that's talent -- but I think all women can do that, so I guess its just primal nature. Sometimes I just want to go live on an island with a loyal dog that'll sit with me while I drink beer and watch the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was pretty average.  Yesterday I spent the morning blowing stuff up -- until Lars accidently light a pile of gunpowder whilst crouching over it and burned the shit outta his hand (dont ask how or why).&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Today i've successfully been putting off working on my research paper -- so imma be workin on that for a few hours tonight instead of getting much-needed sleep.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Next week will be particularly tough.  I have to take a german test, quiz, a physics test, a german project, an english research paper, a pre-cal test, and a computer-science test. Saturday is prom, so Imma have to get my haircut sometime this week -- and win the lottery or something.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to have a challenge, goto www.notpron.com -- it's a site with 120 riddles ( each riddle allows you to progress to the next page ), which are painfully hard.  I spent at least 6 hours this weekend staring at them and im on lvl 13.  And thats after cheating on a few.  It's very addictive and a great time killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Dav.Di&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111377589501601472?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111377589501601472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111377589501601472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111377589501601472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111377589501601472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/04/talent-or-instinct.html' title='Talent . . .or instinct?'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111365074043993310</id><published>2005-04-16T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T04:25:40.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vent.</title><content type='html'>My last post was pretty angry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a better mood today.&lt;br /&gt;I was just starting to crack under all the stressful things piled up on me -- so I needed to vent.&lt;br /&gt;Years ago -- I was twelve and had an uncontrollable urge to vent &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&gt;.  So, new to the internet and it's wonderful &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;venting &lt;/span&gt;capabilities, I began a search for a popular medium to vent on. In my search, I discovered something called DeadJournal. DeadJournal is an -oh so popular- blog service where little 12-15 year old kids can bitch about there life.  I found the perfect escape. Then, on my 16 year of existence I found something called Live Journal.  By then I didn't have everything, everyone, and doritoes so I quite liked livejournal and the community of at least &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; nice people. As I was nearing 17 years old I realized how much of my life is devoted to google and its services. Out of loyalty, and need for a change, I switched to  Blogger.  Thus far, I have quite enjoyed Blogger. That is the history of my blogging,  it's quite pointless really. Luckily though, Blogger has served me well.  I did indeed successfully vent last night - leaving me with a clear mind and a good nights sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, a good nights sleep isn't equal to enough sleep. I slept 6 hours last night -- which  is indeed more than I have been getting, but not nearly enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111365074043993310?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111365074043993310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111365074043993310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111365074043993310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111365074043993310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/04/vent.html' title='Vent.'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111361812352203578</id><published>2005-04-15T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T19:22:03.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And just like that it was gone.</title><content type='html'>Well -- it's finally friday.&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to today all week, but now it's here, i'm not to thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;I've been a little pissed today for most of the day at quite a few people.  Then I started to have a good evening, but now its later -- and I'm really angry again . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why, but i've been angry a lot lately but ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain people are pissing me off...&lt;br /&gt;I've been very stressed.&lt;br /&gt;I have a research paper to work on..&lt;br /&gt;My friends keep doing stupid-shit;&lt;br /&gt;This summer is already committed to working with people I dont really know in a state i've never been too for at least 3 weeks, which is very stressful.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to graduate next year, and college is stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today on 3 seperate occasions I've been told that I always look lost,  maybee that is true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out w/ Brittany and Lane for dinner and had an alright time... I was gonna go out again  tonight with some other people, but noone has called me and I'm sick of having to call people all the time -- so I think I'm just going to goto sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you world :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111361812352203578?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111361812352203578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111361812352203578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111361812352203578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111361812352203578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-just-like-that-it-was-gone.html' title='And just like that it was gone.'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111343668711399333</id><published>2005-04-13T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T16:58:07.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen bitch</title><content type='html'>Stole this little survey thing from wesley.&lt;br /&gt;Have been in a foul mood this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name:David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday:4/26/88&lt;br /&gt;Birthplace:New Freedom, Pennsylvania&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Location:Aiken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color:Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color:Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;Height:6'2"&lt;br /&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:Left&lt;br /&gt;Your Heritage:Brazilian, Italian and some other things thrown in the pot :)&lt;br /&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:Vans&lt;br /&gt;Your Weakness:No Confidence in self ( shy )&lt;br /&gt;Your Fears:rejection, stupidity...&lt;br /&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:Real cheese, real sauce.&lt;br /&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: Get through it, maybee w/ a girlfriend to keep me company =)&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:Doh &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:FuckMcNuggets =(&lt;br /&gt;Your Best Physical Feature: Tall? I never thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;Your Bedtime:Weekdays it's usually between 9-11 Weekends it's whenever I get home/tired.&lt;br /&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:Having breakfast with my family and grandparents at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke:Coke&lt;br /&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King:Bleh- BurgerKing if I have to pick.&lt;br /&gt;Single or Group Dates:Both can be fun.  Not much experience in that field sadly =(&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:whatever my sister/mother makes&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:Vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee: Depends on the time/mood i'm in. Generally I drink Cappuccino at night or after morning, and Coffee early when I first wake up.  Sometimes its viceversa -- depends how I feel at the time&lt;br /&gt;Do you Smoke:On occasion, but not everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Do you Swear:yes, but I try to keep it limited to when i'm around people who are not offended by it.&lt;br /&gt;Do you Sing:Yes, if you could call that singing.&lt;br /&gt;Do you Shower Daily:Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Have you Been in Love:I'm only 16 - I doubt love exists with people so young, despite what others say.&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to go to College: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to get Married: yes&lt;br /&gt;Do you belive in yourself: Not very often&lt;br /&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:nope&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are Attractive:Mixed feelings about that :)&lt;br /&gt;Are you a Health Freak:Nope, but I do goto the gym every few days.&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with your Parents:Yup - at least most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:Very muchly so.&lt;br /&gt;Do you play an Instrument:Tuba, kazoo&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:yes - but just a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Smoked:yes&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs:nope&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date:Nope -- I've gone out with my share of girls, just not on a " Date " -&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall:Nope&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:Nope&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:Nope&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:Yup&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:Nope - havent dated anyone either though =/&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:Nope&lt;br /&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything:Nope -- but I think i've been stolen from.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Drunk:Maybe a few times, but not shat-faced.  I dont like losing control of myself, but I do enjoy a glass of wine/vodka/beer/brandy/whiskey every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been called a Tease:Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Ever been Beaten up:Nope&lt;br /&gt;Ever Shoplifted:Nope.&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to Die:As an old man who can reflect on his life and have nothing to regret... or an old man who fell asleep while skydiving :)&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you Grow Up: A Happy, gainfully employeed father.&lt;br /&gt;What country would you most like to Visit:Italy,Brazil, or Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a Boy/Girl..&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Eye Color:Blue - or something that stands out.&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Hair Color:Darker colors.&lt;br /&gt;Short or Long Hair:Depends on the person&lt;br /&gt;Height:Depends on the person&lt;br /&gt;Weight:Healthy; Not fat, but not a stick either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Clothing Style:&lt;br /&gt;casual whatever is comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken:Legally a whole lot.  Illegal drugs I've never consumed.&lt;br /&gt;Number of CDs I own: I've &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bought&lt;/span&gt; maybee 5 cd's in my life.  I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;300+&lt;br /&gt;Number of Piercings:None.&lt;br /&gt;Number of Tattoos:None&lt;br /&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret: I'm too damn shy. Slacking off in school. Not taking care of myself as much as I need to. Treating people badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well -- there you go, my faithful readers, you now know more about me than you probably cared to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really in a bad mood though, so I'm going to put some music on, and look at some good ol' physics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111343668711399333?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111343668711399333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111343668711399333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111343668711399333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111343668711399333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/04/stolen-bitch.html' title='Stolen bitch'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111335778148424344</id><published>2005-04-12T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T19:03:01.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back.</title><content type='html'>School's back.&lt;br /&gt;I have one Pre-cal test, and a german test/quiz left to take before I'm all made up.&lt;br /&gt;It wa pretty easy getting back into the Swing of things. The only problem i'm having is that I have been horribly fatigued -- and being so busy all the time isn't helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to a band thing (Concert Festival). I really didn't want to go, but my grade was threatened and I cant afford to have my GPA drop.&lt;br /&gt;It was very dull -- but the car trip was fun to chill w/ friends.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwords we ate cold pizza at a crappy resturaunt.  I think it was just saltines with cheese and tomatoe sauce on em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am going to write my english teacher an e-mail about my research paper and get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dav.Di&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111335778148424344?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111335778148424344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111335778148424344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111335778148424344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111335778148424344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/04/back.html' title='Back.'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111318085944053417</id><published>2005-04-10T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T17:54:19.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dipropylene Glycol</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the pesamistic post last night but I was in a foul mood.&lt;br /&gt;Today started out kinda rough -- I've been having terrible insomnia lately, and I wake up early all the time.  I fell asleep at 1:30 last night and woke up at 7:20 to get to church at 7:30.  I actually came home afterwords and took a nap for an hour before my dad woke me to goto Agusta w/him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time in Agusta.  My dad's a pretty cool person -- He can say some angry things,  but if you are good at not getting pissed off -- the conversations always turn back around to something interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten in hour-long arguements w/ him before - sat there pissed off for 30 seconds - and then just started another conversation. I hate holding grudges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways we hit up Sams club, Best buy, and the regal cinema to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sin City&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin city was a very good movie -- a little "over the edge" with the violence, but It didn't phase me too much.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm very lucky my daddy was there to put the boobies and murder into context for me or I could be a really bad man right now. &lt;/span&gt;It's hard to sound sarcastic on a blog so I settled for italics x.x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was interesting though - - if nothing else it was unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dav.Di&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111318085944053417?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111318085944053417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111318085944053417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111318085944053417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111318085944053417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/04/dipropylene-glycol.html' title='Dipropylene Glycol'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111310856260280193</id><published>2005-04-09T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T21:49:22.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheese Triangles (2)</title><content type='html'>I've been in a horribly foul mood for the last few days.&lt;br /&gt;I think i've been an asshole to people lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think i've had more than 5 hours rest a single night this week -- and thats not because I like staying up late and waking up early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm terribly tired - stressed - anxious - and angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;I dont have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; else to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111310856260280193?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111310856260280193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111310856260280193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111310856260280193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111310856260280193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/04/cheese-triangles-2.html' title='Cheese Triangles (2)'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111297595668590531</id><published>2005-04-08T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T08:59:16.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>news is interesting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A beer truck flipped over on a roadway overpass in Halifax, Nova Scotia, Monday, prompting local officials to comment on the tragedy.&lt;/b&gt;                              &lt;p&gt;"It is sad," Capt. Scott Logan of the &lt;b&gt;Halifax Regional Fire Service&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;a href="javascript:siteSearch('Halifax Regional Fire Service');"&gt;search&lt;/a&gt;) told The Daily News of Halifax. "Chances are they won't recover any of the beer."&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p&gt;The truck, hauling 46,368 bottles of &lt;b&gt;Alexander Keith's India Pale Ale&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;a href="javascript:siteSearch('Alexander Keith's India Pale Ale');"&gt;search&lt;/a&gt;), skidded to a stop against the overpass's guardrail, luckily avoiding a 50-foot plunge down to another road.&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p&gt;The female driver was pulled out of the cab uninjured — "more frazzled than hurt," according to Logan — letting rescuers focus on the calamitous aspects of the disaster.&lt;/p&gt;                                  &lt;p&gt;"I had a tear in my eye, actually, when I was watching it," said police Constable Mark Hobeck. "It was full of beer. We were hoping a Hostess truck full of pretzels would come by, but no such luck."&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;haha found that amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111297595668590531?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111297595668590531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111297595668590531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111297595668590531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111297595668590531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/04/news-is-interesting.html' title='news is interesting.'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111296910641655666</id><published>2005-04-08T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T07:05:06.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zorba's</title><content type='html'>LastnightI went to Zorba's w/ Bethany and her family.  Nick Trivelas (father of Mark) has a greek band which performed and they were very good (www.greekband.com).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was also a belly dancer there -- Mr Edwards gave me a 5$ bill to stick in her pants because he said he'd get in trouble w/ mrs edwards if he did it.  I shoulda asked for change -- but that was pretty amusing.  She shook her booty at some little black boy and made him turn red :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I could be a darn good belly dancer... maybee I should try it out one day? (j/k)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwords I went w/ bethany to get some coffee at Solomans Porch. . . Which turns out to be some wierd self-made cultish christian church (www.aikenoasis.com). Dont know too much about it, but it seemed interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the pope's dead,  millions are grieving and showing support for him.  Even the media is being respectful.  I think people in this country are finally getting sick of all the shit going on and are beginning to turn back to faith again. . . Just a thought, but it seems to have some truth in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's morning -- gonna go enjoy my last day of break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dav.Di&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111296910641655666?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111296910641655666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111296910641655666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111296910641655666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111296910641655666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/04/zorbas_08.html' title='Zorba&apos;s'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111290639716353892</id><published>2005-04-07T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T13:39:57.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When the lights go out in the city.</title><content type='html'>Bored day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;Went to get some food/gas/bankstuff with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;Sat here.&lt;br /&gt;Showered.&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope things pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note,  happy birthday Evan(o).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dav.Di&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111290639716353892?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111290639716353892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111290639716353892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111290639716353892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111290639716353892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/04/when-lights-go-out-in-city.html' title='When the lights go out in the city.'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111274516946813974</id><published>2005-04-05T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T16:52:49.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strait Up Chillin (o.o)</title><content type='html'>Well -- spring break is slowly progressing;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night, I went 0ut to Bethany's house where Lane, Danny, Erin B., and her friend gathered.&lt;br /&gt;After a little sittin around, we all went to Mi Ranco and had a nice healthy mexiCAN dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwords they all went to the track, and lane and I took a 10 min detour to goto his house and grab some stuff; When we got back, they were all playing at the playground -- About 30 min later, we realized that under-sized playgrounds are waaay too much fun to be healthy and we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I worked on my PC -- and got it formatted/working again -- Dane,Jeff, his brother, Sergey, Wesley, and Lane all chilled out at my house for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today -- Melissa, Kali, Wesley, and John came over to hang out. We had a good ol' time.&lt;br /&gt;At 4:00 ish I went to play Paintball with some peeps.  It was waay too hot to play, but we had a good time.  I didn't get any kills, but I was able to make an entire team retreat -- and I splattered paint on a person or two;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to now, I'm sitting in my room listening to music trying to figure out what I am going to do tonight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the news, they seem to be tightening up on border security&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;b&gt;WASHINGTON — &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Americans will need passports to re-enter the United States from &lt;b&gt;Canada&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;a href="javascript:siteSearch('Canada');"&gt;search&lt;/a&gt;),&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Mexico&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;a href="javascript:siteSearch('Mexico');"&gt;search&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Panama&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;a href="javascript:siteSearch('Panama');"&gt;search&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;Bermuda&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;a href="javascript:siteSearch('Bermuda');"&gt;search&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by 2008, part of a tightening of U.S. border controls in an era of terrorist threat, three administration officials said Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how much this will help the problem -- It seems that a lot of people are just crossing the borders off-road style. . . There was talk about a group of people monitoring the borders on their own and keeping people from infiltrating the country. This, if not already, is very close to vigilanteism -- which I dont have a huge problem with. If we wait on AmericaInc to do everything then things will never get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/random thought]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dav.Di&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111274516946813974?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111274516946813974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111274516946813974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111274516946813974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111274516946813974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/04/strait-up-chillin-oo.html' title='Strait Up Chillin (o.o)'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111250842428825667</id><published>2005-04-02T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T22:07:04.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is David King going to have to choke a bitch?</title><content type='html'>[music             |Modest Mouse - Bukowski]Today was great day, up until it got shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go see Sin City with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I got to the theater, and they told me I was not 17 so I could not get a ticket (my birthday is in a couple days)&lt;br /&gt;So I got my sister to get me a ticket, but when I went to be seated -- they told me I had to have an adult with me.&lt;br /&gt;I got my sister to buy a ticket and watch it with me, but she didnt like the movie at all, and felt bad so she left.&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later, they came up to me and said " Your adult left, come with me ". I was kicked out of the theater right when the movie got interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I got my sister to come back and raise hell -- but they didn't want to give money back to me. I raised more hell and thought very angry thoughts -- which definately reflected through the way I looked at the guy and veins started sticking out of my neck.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I got my money back after a lotta of bullshit from those managers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparantly, in the next two or three weeks, I will learn something about life that will give me tho strength and intelligence to understand the violent adult themes depicted in a fictional movie and without regal cinema's devine intervention, there would be another shooting somewhere that wasn't really anyones fault but the society that let the murderer see a violent movie on a saturday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go now and play counterstike whilst pirating Sin city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/Choke.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111250842428825667?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111250842428825667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111250842428825667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111250842428825667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111250842428825667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/04/is-david-king-going-to-have-to-choke_02.html' title='Is David King going to have to choke a bitch?'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111224145750464876</id><published>2005-03-30T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T19:57:37.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Times</title><content type='html'>Last thursday I went to Pennsylvania to see my great uncle who was dying of cancer.&lt;br /&gt;He was moved to a hospice on last friday, and he died 2 hours after we saw him.&lt;br /&gt;The viewing was Monday.&lt;br /&gt;The funeral was Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;I spent today driving back to Aiken.&lt;br /&gt;I've been sick since Saturday, and I have 2 projects to do by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please shoot me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;Zeus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111224145750464876?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111224145750464876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111224145750464876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111224145750464876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111224145750464876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/03/sad-times.html' title='Sad Times'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111133159774688145</id><published>2005-03-20T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T07:13:17.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuxedo</title><content type='html'>I ordered the Tux imma be wearing to prom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/Fav%20Pictures/Prom/pm_867_jpg.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That tux is pretty tight -- it has a pinstripe tie,  and vest.  Looks really coo' in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh -- and I just could not resist the hat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/Fav%20Pictures/Prom/18620.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;Dav.di&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111133159774688145?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111133159774688145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111133159774688145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111133159774688145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111133159774688145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/03/tuxedo.html' title='Tuxedo'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111126482720646247</id><published>2005-03-19T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T12:40:27.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Queens of the Stone Age - No One Knows.mp3</title><content type='html'>Not much is going on these days -- I got over the flu/bronchitus I had last week so I'm back to my functional self again. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;I'm done dogsitting those 2 monsterous rottweilers (Baby and Lance) so now I have a healthy sized check in my wallet ready to be cashed in on monday. &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;With some money to my name -- I bought some gas for once.  20$ for 3/4 a tank.  I wanted to kick something or someone,  but I sucked it up and handed my money to the undeserving disgruntled employee at the gas station.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go get a Tux for prom sometime today. Bethany has a ' Punch ' colored dress -- it'll be interesting figuring out how to match with that.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Life is not too bad these days -- I  was thinking about it,  and I realized that in another year I will be an adult.  I hope I made the best outta my childhood,  if nothing else -- I learned a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dav.Di&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111126482720646247?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111126482720646247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111126482720646247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111126482720646247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111126482720646247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/03/queens-of-stone-age-no-one-knowsmp3.html' title='Queens of the Stone Age - No One Knows.mp3'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-111064790314420157</id><published>2005-03-12T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T09:18:23.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:'(</title><content type='html'>I'm very sick right now -- and have been since thursday.  It started with really bad asthma and me not being able to breath.  Then I started coughing up green crap outta my lungs.  Then I had a fever.  Then I'm bed-ridden.  I dont know what I've got,  but my throat and chest hurt so bad now -- it feels like im coughing needles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all better than I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dav.Di&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-111064790314420157?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/111064790314420157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=111064790314420157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111064790314420157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/111064790314420157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post.html' title=':&apos;('/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-110977506967137729</id><published>2005-03-02T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T06:51:09.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ehh</title><content type='html'>Couldn't wake up this morning -- Everyones sick in my house -.-;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think imma try and get to school for 2nd half of the day -- I cant afford to miss really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English and math are being quite the satans' lately,  I think I missed a test this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post later when I feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-110977506967137729?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/110977506967137729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=110977506967137729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/110977506967137729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/110977506967137729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/03/ehh.html' title='Ehh'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-110954631484987395</id><published>2005-02-27T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T15:18:34.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lithium Ion</title><content type='html'>Today is Sunday.  I had an okay weekend,  didn't get to do all that I wanted but had some good times;  This week from now (6:00) on is going to be a very tough week though. &lt;br /&gt;This week:&lt;br /&gt;Monday -- will be shits and giggles.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday--  most likely the hardest day of the week -- A precal test from hell on subject matter                          that I have trouble solving, a physics test that I dont even know what chapter its on,                         presenting my recitation for Macbeth and analysis -- which I am nervous/not                                      prepared for.  &lt;br /&gt;Wed--           Who knows&lt;br /&gt;Thurs--        No clue&lt;br /&gt;Friday--       Leavin to the beach for the weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I make it past Tuesday,  I might be okay.  I dont really wanna go away for the weekend -- but maybee a couple days at the beach might do me good;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-110954631484987395?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/110954631484987395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=110954631484987395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/110954631484987395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/110954631484987395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/02/lithium-ion.html' title='Lithium Ion'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-110903680284296295</id><published>2005-02-21T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T17:47:06.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>paT lanipS sI sihT</title><content type='html'>LAN parties are fun -- even small ones. I had one today with about 6 ppl overall; Small, but it was a good time. I used to enjoy em because it gave me a chance to socalize ( something I never did). Now that I am more social I find that they are still quite fun. Games for me are a form of Escapism and being able to forget about responsibilities for a day and just chill out with friends playing games can be quite the dopamine enhancing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be looking forward to this week if it werent for my english and math class.&lt;br /&gt;I was reflecting on this year the other day and realized that those classes are my main sources of stress and anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my birthday is coming up. I'll be 17. The only real highlight is i'll be able to drive as late as I want -- but I dont really think that will be any different than now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to sleep;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-110903680284296295?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/110903680284296295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=110903680284296295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/110903680284296295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/110903680284296295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/02/pat-lanips-si-siht.html' title='paT lanipS sI sihT'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-110894386216129587</id><published>2005-02-20T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T15:57:42.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and/or sucrose</title><content type='html'>Its sunday -- weekend has come and gone.  Luckily,  tomorrow is presidents day so I get to stay outta school for another 24 hours.  In celebration,  I've decided to host a LAN party;&lt;br /&gt;It was last minute -- so I dont know how well it will go,  but it has to be better than sitting around all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekends goin by okay,  I've basically spent it chillin out at ppl's houses -- or back here.  Lately lotsa people have found entertainment in my room -- I think its because I have internet,music,dvd's,surroundsound,and cable all in a comfortable setting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went out to outback w/ lane and brittany -- which was fun.  I only met Brittany once before for about 30 seconds -- so it was neet getting to meet a new person/make a new freind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a foul mood today for some reason,  I just realized it a little while ago.  There's so much shit thats going on lately and with my dad all but convinced hes gonna lose his job in the next month,  I dont know what im doing anymore.  Despite the happy appearance I put on for friends and family,  I've been going crazy, anxiety, apathy.ect/ for the last couple months.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully tomorrow wont suck, and today will get better.  If anyone that reads this has family that works at SRS -- you have my sympathy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-110894386216129587?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/110894386216129587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=110894386216129587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/110894386216129587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/110894386216129587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/02/andor-sucrose.html' title='and/or sucrose'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-110859353370398723</id><published>2005-02-16T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T14:38:53.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING: keep away from children</title><content type='html'>Its a week.  Tomorrow's a thursday,  I guess that makes today wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;I've been doin stuff after school all week long so it definately has felt like a friday since monday...&lt;br /&gt;Layoffs at the site got approved -- so my dad is stressin even more ( if thats possible )&lt;br /&gt;I've got no plans for tonight -- except for gym and sleep. Hopefully in that order;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still feelin kinda crappy -- i think the air around this town is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy wednesday;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dav.di&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-110859353370398723?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/110859353370398723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=110859353370398723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/110859353370398723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/110859353370398723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/02/warning-keep-away-from-children.html' title='WARNING: keep away from children'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-110842762312223523</id><published>2005-02-14T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T16:33:43.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day</title><content type='html'>Today's valentines day;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna get some valentines for ppl -- but the weekend kinda passed me by.&lt;br /&gt;I feel really bad,  but in all reality -- I never thought valentines were very special -- I always figured giving someone a gift on a normal day would be much more ' Romantic ' than giving them something when its expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was tough today,  my teachers all went into evil-robot mode on my arse and pop-quizzed and tested me till I wanted to yell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In band today- - steffan and I ate a carnation that we stole from danny.  It tasted like good salad,  with some ranch it'd be great.  I also found out that they consider carnations as a delicacy in Vietnam so we're not the only ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent re-arranging my bedroom.  I got a new full sized bed -- so now I have a comfortable place to sleep that I actually fit on :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats an update for yah,  hope you're all having a good day/week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-dav.di&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-110842762312223523?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/110842762312223523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=110842762312223523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/110842762312223523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/110842762312223523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/02/day.html' title='Day'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-110818008560424828</id><published>2005-02-11T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T19:48:05.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays are -- fun;</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day, &lt;br /&gt;School wasn't too bad--&lt;br /&gt;Pep Rally was kinda teh suck;&lt;br /&gt;After school I took bethany out to the AHS vs SAHS game;&lt;br /&gt;girls and guys games were really good;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwords we drove out to the waffle house and got a bite to eat;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I had a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throats been kinda sore today though,  so hopefully some Advil, rest, and throat drops will fix that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;-David&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-110818008560424828?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/110818008560424828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=110818008560424828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/110818008560424828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/110818008560424828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/02/fridays-are-fun.html' title='Fridays are -- fun;'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-110812048937384672</id><published>2005-02-11T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T03:14:49.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Football is a feted cesspool of repressed homo-eroticism"</title><content type='html'>Almost would say its been easy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interims came out  yesterday -- I have a bunch of C's -- which is disheartening.&lt;br /&gt;I should be able to bring em up though (most are only 1 or 2 points off).&lt;br /&gt;Luckily its only third quarter and I have several months left to fix what I broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to give blood at the blood drive yesterday,  but apparantly my bloods underage (17);&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that silly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma also went into surgery for her arm yesterday -- and things went well from what I hear.  Which is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; To sum it all up -- Life's been treating me fairly lately so I cannot complain at all.&lt;br /&gt;-Dav.Di&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-110812048937384672?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/110812048937384672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=110812048937384672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/110812048937384672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/110812048937384672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/02/football-is-feted-cesspool-of.html' title='&quot;Football is a feted cesspool of repressed homo-eroticism&quot;'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-110766567562299859</id><published>2005-02-05T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T20:54:35.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winding down</title><content type='html'>Last week was pretty tough getting through -- I was feelin really relaxed after school just about every day,  but when I got to class the next day it was really tough.  So essentially -- every day was a friday and god just cancled the weekend.   This weekend on the other hand was pretty fun up to now.  On friday -- I went to the gym,  then I met up w/ Bethany, danny, diana, karen, andrew, john, the nelson, and stew to go play some laser tag.  After that we got some coffee and then came over to my place and chilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got a haircut and then went over to the gym again.  After that I chilled out until 5 ish when I went to the Pizza Joint in Agusta w/ Steffon, rob, tom, and some other guy.  After that Bethany and Steffon came over and watched half of Saw.  -- I dont have any plans for tomorrow except for church in the morning -- and possibly doing an extra credit project for Mrs Johnson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mma goto sleep&lt;br /&gt;it's almost midnight and a half.&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-110766567562299859?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/110766567562299859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=110766567562299859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/110766567562299859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/110766567562299859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/02/winding-down.html' title='Winding down'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9600082.post-110722091052598059</id><published>2005-01-31T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T17:21:50.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentha Piperita</title><content type='html'>The weekend was pretty fun, despite saturdays slowness;&lt;br /&gt;I played paintball for a little bit on sat -- we all ran out of co2/time so it wasn't for long.&lt;br /&gt;I havent been feelin well at all today,  I think theres some bug goin around.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I have no clue on what I want to do with my life these days,  its a very dismal thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Brit Lit test tomorrow on Macbeth&lt;br /&gt;I have a Pre-cal test Wednesday on graphing sin,cos,tan,sec,csc,cot functions + inverses;  It wouldn't be so bad if it was gonna be a normal class, but its on homeroom schedule so I'm gonna get dominated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a C on my last physics test (83).  Thats pretty good for one of his tests for me,  but I could have gotten an A but I didn't get to even start the last two problems (time).  Thats usually how it is for me in his class,  so I automatically start out w/ a B when he starts to grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to goto the gym today,  but I felt horrible shortly after getting there -- so i'm home now debating if 8:00 is too early to sleep or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I feel better - - everyones sick these days and sick is no fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck&lt;br /&gt;-Dav.Di&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9600082-110722091052598059?l=davdi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/feeds/110722091052598059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9600082&amp;postID=110722091052598059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/110722091052598059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9600082/posts/default/110722091052598059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davdi.blogspot.com/2005/01/mentha-piperita.html' title='Mentha Piperita'/><author><name>David</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v704/obscene-silence/n12633013_34340104_5704.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
