<?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-5856254</id><updated>2011-10-11T00:23:20.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tight.lipped</title><subtitle type='html'>Is this really neccessary?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-111111136973917569</id><published>2005-03-17T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T22:10:39.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>chicks are for fags.</title><summary type='text'>My mother flew in for the day. I picked her up from the airport, and then went to school. She took my car for two hours and then picked me up. We got lunch, got our eyebrows done, and went shopping. Then we got dinner at bob evans where i ordered two of everything on the menu so our adorable waiter would have to return over and over. My mom brought my easter present- which i wasn't supposed to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/111111136973917569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=111111136973917569' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/111111136973917569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/111111136973917569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2005/03/chicks-are-for-fags.html' title='chicks are for fags.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-111086327314041277</id><published>2005-03-14T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T00:07:53.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i've got a little bit of apple stuck in my throat</title><summary type='text'>   MANSQUITO!assorted thoughts on mansquito:animalclub-"Which part man? Which part mosquito? MANSQUITO!!!!!-I just thought that'd be a good tag line. I know science has gone and proved that bugs genetically couldn't survive a mutation of largeness. But, that doesn't keep the dreamers from dreaming.what's done is done. and what's done is mansquito. it came in like a lion, and went out like a half </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/111086327314041277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=111086327314041277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/111086327314041277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/111086327314041277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2005/03/ive-got-little-bit-of-apple-stuck-in.html' title='i&apos;ve got a little bit of apple stuck in my throat'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-111082406505881807</id><published>2005-03-14T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T00:16:05.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>could you grab your accordian and come over here?</title><summary type='text'>i went running. its been a long time since i've done that. i had running shoes just sitting, collecting dust. I ran to places I've never seen and then I ran to citgo. And then i ran home. I'll do better tomorrow. I kind of miss getting my ass kicked at all varieties of basketball games against dan and kyle. I dont miss running, but its something I can do almost anytime with little prep and I dont</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/111082406505881807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=111082406505881807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/111082406505881807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/111082406505881807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2005/03/could-you-grab-your-accordian-and-come.html' title='could you grab your accordian and come over here?'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-111076340272139029</id><published>2005-03-13T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T20:28:09.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>myspace circa march 13, 2005</title><summary type='text'>" Sherye's BlurbsAbout me:nothing in my life is ever stable. people come and go as fast as my emotions do. when i wake up, i never have any concept of what could happen that day. somewhere along the line i have become accustomed to accepting every event with the same indifference. it catches up with me sooner or later, but for the most part i'm just a bystander in my own life. i'm watching out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/111076340272139029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=111076340272139029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/111076340272139029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/111076340272139029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2005/03/myspace-circa-march-13-2005.html' title='myspace circa march 13, 2005'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-110633146495727252</id><published>2005-01-21T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T20:18:15.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>unfinished. edit. finished.</title><summary type='text'>this time last year i didn't feel that same. unless you count the hopelessness, helplessness, loneliness, isolation, and dejectedness. but, other that that...anyway, i was going through my work mail and deleting old stuff. I had 168 pages of crap from over a year that I couldnt delete until recently. Physically, I couldn't delete the stuff. It gave me error messages. Then i started getting "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/110633146495727252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=110633146495727252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/110633146495727252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/110633146495727252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2005/01/unfinished-edit-finished.html' title='unfinished. edit. finished.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-110461400177297497</id><published>2005-01-01T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T16:13:50.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cheers</title><summary type='text'>here's tobeing happy because happy things happen. sure beats being happy at sad occasions and being sad about no occasion at all.tiedying my new lime green shirt. "wine dyeing" whatev."sunt baiet a ta. sunteti fata a mea?"kids who have the capacity for emotion (ohhhh i stole that) and insanity. or maybe just the one who surprised me with cheese fries, horror movies and red wine when i got off </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/110461400177297497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=110461400177297497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/110461400177297497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/110461400177297497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2005/01/cheers.html' title='cheers'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-110356978609809234</id><published>2004-12-20T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T16:25:32.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no, really.</title><summary type='text'>ewww gross. today is gross. i woke up feeling like shit at someone elses house. So i got up and it was 14 degrees. i deiced the gangstamobile and headed home. When i got here, i turned the heat way up and subsequently fell asleep for three hours. A text and a voicemail woke me up. I was feeling bummed, not really at yesterdays' proceedings, but just in general. I think my cold is coming back also</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/110356978609809234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=110356978609809234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/110356978609809234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/110356978609809234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2004/12/no-really.html' title='no, really.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-110305499357794710</id><published>2004-12-14T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T15:09:53.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nabakov vs borges</title><summary type='text'>this post isn't pointless to me, but it might be to you.so, i have a new boyfriend. he is amazing.  I don't want to think about it too much though. I think if I do, i'll go crazy and fuck everything up.I was just thinking about that yesterday and I started to get really apprehensive about the whole thing. Especially the "telling your new boyfriend you're insane" thing. But somehow it just came </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/110305499357794710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=110305499357794710' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/110305499357794710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/110305499357794710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2004/12/nabakov-vs-borges.html' title='nabakov vs borges'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-109849727935504650</id><published>2004-10-22T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T22:07:59.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my brain lives in a small fish bowl</title><summary type='text'>what the fucking hell is going on?i never have anything figured out. Even the smallest things are a mystery to me. and everyone is always talking behind my back. Everyone always knows things before I do. Even when these things personally concern me. I feel like i'm going to throw up. I can't get rid of this feeling.  When I'm finally happy with something, everything changes. Evan told me for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/109849727935504650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=109849727935504650' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/109849727935504650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/109849727935504650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-brain-lives-in-small-fish-bowl.html' title='my brain lives in a small fish bowl'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-109634057358607551</id><published>2004-09-27T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T23:50:55.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>overextended</title><summary type='text'>it is not essential to talk every minute of the day.it's not even amusing, entertaining, or endearing.i think its really taxing, especially if i'm the one who is expected to be constantly talking. I do have things to say. But if i see early on that the person i'm talking to doesn't seem to be interested, i won't bother saying anything the rest of the night. I just dont feel the need to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/109634057358607551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=109634057358607551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/109634057358607551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/109634057358607551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2004/09/overextended.html' title='overextended'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-109544380474469749</id><published>2004-09-17T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T13:59:02.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is my head on fire?</title><summary type='text'>http://blunttruth.bolt.com/takesurvey.cfm?uid=1745711Tonight is GMS in annapolis and sunday is GMS in DC. I would be very happy if you came out.410 218 5955 call for details, directions.-the bear</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/109544380474469749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=109544380474469749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/109544380474469749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/109544380474469749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2004/09/why-is-my-head-on-fire.html' title='Why is my head on fire?'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-109508580876227844</id><published>2004-09-13T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T15:06:11.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'd like to send a special thank you to the kid who just made me laugh.</title><summary type='text'>Well, this morning is wonderful. I dont know what I did to deserve this. I'll elaborate on that later if Im feeling particularly sadistic.For now, I'll finish up what I was saying yesterday. I've met some new kids lately. One guy that is particularly cool. I'm actually not going to say much about him, that is one lesson I've learned. How dissapointing, right? Thats what i promised. Anyway, if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/109508580876227844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=109508580876227844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/109508580876227844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/109508580876227844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2004/09/id-like-to-send-special-thank-you-to.html' title='i&apos;d like to send a special thank you to the kid who just made me laugh.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-109503999679582377</id><published>2004-09-12T19:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T21:58:42.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate summer.</title><summary type='text'>I wish i could come up with a better title. but right now, i really can't. thats about the entire sentiment, and no witty remarks can strengthen it.i think this will be the last post of this nature- i never used to post about stupid things, remember?anyway, suffer through this and we'll get back to me being awesome.So, i spent the summer, a good deal of time, in new jersey with dan, or at my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/109503999679582377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=109503999679582377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/109503999679582377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/109503999679582377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-hate-summer.html' title='i hate summer.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-109029686993353976</id><published>2004-07-19T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T00:22:18.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>people die in threes.</title><summary type='text'>I got my stuff stolen [cell, credit cards, license, cash] and I crashed my car. I'm not going to say much more about either, except to mention I was very upset about both. Obviously. I had a lot of plans friday night, all of them spoiled. I was supposed to see Dan over the weekend and go to a big show in New York and I was excited. After your air bag comes out, your car doesn't drive anymore. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/109029686993353976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=109029686993353976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/109029686993353976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/109029686993353976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2004/07/people-die-in-threes.html' title='people die in threes.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-108960103500987315</id><published>2004-07-11T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T22:57:15.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>begin and end.</title><summary type='text'>Once again, I clear up- school is over. Maybe for myself more than anyone else, but school things are over, school relationships are over school food is unfortunately over. I miss quesadillas. I misss Shelley; she's at camp. I only miss one or two other people from school, but overwhelmingly that's enough. I'll get back to this. maybe.Evan brought me the best present ever yesterday. It was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/108960103500987315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=108960103500987315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/108960103500987315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/108960103500987315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2004/07/begin-and-end.html' title='begin and end.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-108654671104815244</id><published>2004-06-06T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T14:31:51.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>none://</title><summary type='text'>I was really hungry last night, but when I asked about it, they said the kitchen was closed. The bartender made me some popcorn, of her own accord, and I thought that was above and beyond. The gms show on the 18th is fixin' to be reaaaal good. for many reasons. and i am thereby excited. more later, i just remembered i was cooking something...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/108654671104815244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=108654671104815244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/108654671104815244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/108654671104815244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2004/06/none.html' title='none://'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-108441530670295523</id><published>2004-05-12T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T22:28:26.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>something completely different.</title><summary type='text'>TimmSK8: We went out today to look fer cactuses but we didn't happen to find any which seems weird.i eat the moon: look where?i eat the moon: try a plant store....i eat the moon: how can you not find any?TimmSK8: lol not cactuses cicadasTimmSK8: we call them cactusesi eat the moon: thats retarded.hmm. maybe from now on i'll just call things by random names. Hey skuddlebucket, pass the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/108441530670295523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=108441530670295523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/108441530670295523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/108441530670295523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2004/05/something-completely-different_12.html' title='something completely different.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-108361393069383735</id><published>2004-05-03T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T16:13:09.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i cut throats</title><summary type='text'>this is the most useless time in my life. I'm just sitting around waiting. I do what I have to, school work, wbr work, cursory hellos and goobyes.  I'm not learning anything, I'm not getting anything done.  I'm not particularly happy with anything, I'm just content- for the moment. It doesn't seem good enough. Someone just asked me how i was, what is up with me. I answered nothing, and thought </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/108361393069383735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=108361393069383735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/108361393069383735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/108361393069383735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-cut-throats.html' title='i cut throats'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-108345910536198111</id><published>2004-05-01T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T20:56:37.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>there are ants everywhere</title><summary type='text'>dear basketball,fuck you.love,Sheryeps- when i woke up there were ants in my bed. :(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/108345910536198111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=108345910536198111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/108345910536198111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/108345910536198111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2004/05/there-are-ants-everywhere.html' title='there are ants everywhere'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-108293591712666189</id><published>2004-04-25T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T23:15:30.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the rally.</title><summary type='text'>I went to the march for womens lives today. I had a really good time, over a million people were there, literally. I've never seen so many people in one place at one time. Or that many people on the metro. that sucked. but regardless, it was the biggest recorded march in the history of the universe. really.I'm really by no means a bleeding heart, or a liberal. In fact, I'm a registered </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/108293591712666189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=108293591712666189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/108293591712666189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/108293591712666189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2004/04/rally.html' title='the rally.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-108248567773003079</id><published>2004-04-20T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T18:27:20.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wow three. this goes on for days.</title><summary type='text'>FIRSTS:First best friend: melissa o'neil maybe, or my cousin matt.First real memory of something: some toys in a dark room with a couch in a house i lived in when i was 2.First real date: I'm really not sure. When I was younger, "dates" weren't the thing. I remember my last one...First real kiss:  Sammy GFirst Break-up: first break up where i was upset: Sam G.First Job: BUILD-A-FUCKING-BEAR</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/108248567773003079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=108248567773003079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/108248567773003079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/108248567773003079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2004/04/wow-three-this-goes-on-for-days.html' title='wow three. this goes on for days.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-108246798212308036</id><published>2004-04-20T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T10:10:15.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>from day to day</title><summary type='text'>do you ever just accept something...?convince yourself that something is correct...take in all the evidence and make a sweeping generalization, or a rash decision?I did that yesterday.Shut up, you don't know where I'm going with this.Do you ever look back and remember something you decided and just go "double-you tee eff?"of course, I usually say "dubbya t'efffff?!"This morning I woke up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/108246798212308036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=108246798212308036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/108246798212308036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/108246798212308036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2004/04/from-day-to-day.html' title='from day to day'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-108246422237316250</id><published>2004-04-20T08:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T10:06:19.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>where do i begin</title><summary type='text'>anyone who knows me would probably sigh here. then roll their eyes, and try to find a way to get away from me. but it's ok, im not going to write much down. I'm certainly not going to recount the harrowing details of the past few months, for which i have left a very barren journal- intentionally. suffice to say, it's been temultuous, maybe i will tell the story later, but i doubt it.anyway, my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/108246422237316250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=108246422237316250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/108246422237316250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/108246422237316250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2004/04/where-do-i-begin.html' title='where do i begin'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-107631100755443337</id><published>2004-02-09T02:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T02:19:14.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>states of confusion</title><summary type='text'>create your own visited states map or write about it on the open travel guideall the states i've visited. i think.the funny thing about this is that as I made it, I was struggling to remember which I had visited. I think this is it...but i'm not sure about a few others....ha...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/107631100755443337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=107631100755443337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107631100755443337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107631100755443337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2004/02/states-of-confusion.html' title='states of confusion'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-107596474988916165</id><published>2004-02-05T02:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T02:08:11.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Triumph lost, or how i learned to accept the buzz and the spin.</title><summary type='text'>Right off I'll tell you- this is a story of a battle between (wo)man and machine(_wo?) At fiiiiirst, I could not use an electric toothbrush. It was a control issue, control freak. I wasn't ready to lose control of the movements the brush made inside my mouth. And inside my mouth seemed an awful intimate setting for a loss of control. I was trying to hold still and let the brush spinspinspin </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/107596474988916165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=107596474988916165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107596474988916165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107596474988916165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2004/02/triumph-lost-or-how-i-learned-to.html' title='Triumph lost, or how i learned to accept the buzz and the spin.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-107596412044545228</id><published>2004-02-05T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T01:57:41.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetness I was only joking.</title><summary type='text'>sweetness I was only joking when I said by rights you should be bludgeoned in your bed. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/107596412044545228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=107596412044545228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107596412044545228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107596412044545228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2004/02/sweetness-i-was-only-joking.html' title='sweetness I was only joking.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-107530614976733308</id><published>2004-01-28T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T11:12:22.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy eye(s)</title><summary type='text'>Who: Me.What: Getting Quesadillas at the grillWhere: Dining HallWhen: about 6:15 pm last nightWhy: I was hungry.I've hit the epitome of laziness. Two days ago at lunch I scanned around the South campus dining hall and surprisingly saw a total of 0 people i knew or even faintly recognized. I had not seen a single one of the faces packing the dining hall ever before. I found that odd, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/107530614976733308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=107530614976733308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107530614976733308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107530614976733308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2004/01/lazy-eyes.html' title='lazy eye(s)'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-107527135549221322</id><published>2004-01-28T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T11:17:20.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a HORROR</title><summary type='text'>I lost my third roommate in less than two years. I am an absolute horror to live with. Actually, I think that's hardly substantiated. My first roommate and I did not get along, but at least it was mutual. My second roommate was great, but then she abadoned me! Ha, she wanted to live in the slums of campus, for whatever reason. My third just moved out and didn't even call to tell me. The good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/107527135549221322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=107527135549221322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107527135549221322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107527135549221322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-am-horror.html' title='I am a HORROR'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-107527104276597195</id><published>2004-01-28T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T01:26:12.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blind leading the blind</title><summary type='text'>I went to vegas for a few days and it was very nice. Honestly I expected it to be warmer, but anything is nicer than 15 and hailing. moving on.We stayed for the first three nights at "Treasure Island." It was a nice place, chosen for a specific reason. I thought there would be pirates. Wouldn't you think? NO PIRATES. Certifiably PIRATE-FREE. I was devasted. moving on.One of the oddest things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/107527104276597195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=107527104276597195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107527104276597195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107527104276597195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2004/01/blind-leading-blind.html' title='blind leading the blind'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-107236219122225826</id><published>2003-12-25T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T10:21:08.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>festivus.</title><summary type='text'>Christmas is a rather big deal around here.That being said, there are a few traditions in which I partake- and a few I think my mother would like to make into traditions.The good:A few days before Christmas your list must be placed in the oven. That way, Santa can come get it and know what to bring you on the big day. The next morning after you put the list in the oven, there will be a small </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/107236219122225826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=107236219122225826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107236219122225826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107236219122225826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/12/festivus.html' title='festivus.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-107176839614949766</id><published>2003-12-18T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T12:26:50.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>morning after.</title><summary type='text'>The walls have been cleared of most of my drawings.Me: Why did you tear down all my art?Shelley: I didn't tear it down, I gently removed it. I was afraid of someone thinking I was pro-life.Me: People are stupid if theythink that. I don't care if you have an abortion. Have on in the common room if you must, I'll get you a coat hanger. But- I simply ask that you refrain from clogging our sink </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/107176839614949766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=107176839614949766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107176839614949766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107176839614949766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/12/morning-after.html' title='morning after.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-107173200687454599</id><published>2003-12-18T02:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T16:52:23.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sponges and babies.</title><summary type='text'>Do you know what a sponge is? The sanitary kind- and not like Elaine used in Seinfeld. It's a little sea sponge made to be used instead of a tampon. The catch is: They're reusable! That's right ladies and gentelmen, you haul out that little bloody wad, wash it off and reinsert!!! Uncover your ears, lest I say it again. It's true!Grossest thing in the history of things. Why would anyone want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107173200687454599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107173200687454599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/12/sponges-and-babies.html' title='sponges and babies.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-107144093115470587</id><published>2003-12-14T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T17:29:04.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>family feud</title><summary type='text'>...is awesome. I just love the last round when they make individual memebers of the family quickly answer questions. I'm watchign it right now, so allow me to share one of the abundant comic gems: 1. Name a one word question such as "why"-  "How are you?"2. Name a face card- "Ace"hmmm. genius. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/107144093115470587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=107144093115470587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107144093115470587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107144093115470587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/12/family-feud.html' title='family feud'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-107143801256089991</id><published>2003-12-14T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T16:43:39.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ama-pedr-tub IV</title><summary type='text'>I got my lip pierced. On the right side, my right. It was on a whim I guess, though I've wanted to do it for years. I also bought a clear retainer to try to hide it from my parents. ha. I had it for a week and a half or so before I had to go home, so a little time to heal. So i put the retainer in and my mother came and got me. She noticed the retainer pretty quickly, but thought it was first a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107143801256089991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107143801256089991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/12/ama-pedr-tub-iv.html' title='ama-pedr-tub IV'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-107086335071789243</id><published>2003-12-08T01:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T01:05:15.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my anti-drug.</title><summary type='text'>My name is Sherye, and my anti-drug is Murder.                    What         is your Anti-Drug?      </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/107086335071789243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=107086335071789243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107086335071789243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107086335071789243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/12/my-anti-drug.html' title='my anti-drug.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-107084814837504039</id><published>2003-12-07T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T20:49:19.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>moving on.</title><summary type='text'>TV blows. There is nothing on, ever. and I want everyone ot know that my "reggae name" is "QUEEN AFRICA." That's right. Royalty- presiding over an entire continent. Yes. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/107084814837504039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=107084814837504039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107084814837504039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/107084814837504039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/12/moving-on.html' title='moving on.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106903753957359787</id><published>2003-11-16T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T21:52:53.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deftones 11/15</title><summary type='text'>after much stressing, the show ended up going very well. I had a meet and greet set up before doors- it was supposed to be a whole lot of poeple- and I had worked very hard to see that it owuld be. rounding up 50 people for this was not easy- oddly enough. A lot of them were supposed ot be contest winners, so I had to set up several contests. I did a few in retail accounts, I did an online </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106903753957359787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106903753957359787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106903753957359787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106903753957359787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/11/deftones-1115.html' title='Deftones 11/15'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106883205992268236</id><published>2003-11-14T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T01:03:24.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday Evan says Angelina.</title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106883205992268236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106883205992268236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106883205992268236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106883205992268236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/11/happy-birthday-evan-says-angelina.html' title='happy birthday Evan says Angelina.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106869661778755804</id><published>2003-11-12T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T13:17:42.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>disaffected.</title><summary type='text'>whats blue and yellow and found at the bottom of the pool?     a baby with slashed floaties.Whats greenish black and yellow and found at the bottom of the pool?     same baby three weeks later.Whats yellow and red and floats in the pool.     floaties with a slashed baby.Ha! my roommates remarks:Ebony...I like babies. But ALIVE babies!Katie: You're right living babies are WAY COOLER!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106869661778755804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106869661778755804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106869661778755804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106869661778755804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/11/disaffected.html' title='disaffected.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106848268773018630</id><published>2003-11-10T12:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T12:03:33.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the price is wrong, bob.</title><summary type='text'>The price is rights is so biased and discriminating. I won't say it's racist- since it doesn't seem to favor anyone....but it does make judgements as to who will succeed. This is easy to see, and apparent in every episode.Ok, here we go:4 contestants on Contestant Row: a) grandma- 68 years old, short, grey. wearing and I &lt;3 Bob shirt.b) Sorority girl- a little chunky, big boobs, white girl </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106848268773018630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106848268773018630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106848268773018630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106848268773018630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/11/price-is-wrong-bob.html' title='the price is wrong, bob.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106789374943695301</id><published>2003-11-03T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T16:12:21.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>brandon almost died today</title><summary type='text'>you see, he was passing a cemetary in his car, so obviously he must hold his breath- as he puts it "so the dead people don't suck in your breath and come alive and kill the world." Well, it was a very big cemetary so he had to hold his breath for a really long time and he almost died in doing so.The strangest part of that is probably the profound humanitarianism inherent in his brave and sudden </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106789374943695301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106789374943695301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106789374943695301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106789374943695301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/11/brandon-almost-died-today.html' title='brandon almost died today'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106783107158506197</id><published>2003-11-02T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T22:45:01.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween and bovinity.</title><summary type='text'>My mother went to the hospital, and she has returned in special edition bionic form.And carries a card that excuses her when her new metal parts set off metal detectors. I think it should read "Sword concealed in Leg" but instead in says something more banal like "prosthesis may set off alarms."ehh.I had some people over and we had a good time, or at least I did. That swas the first time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106783107158506197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106783107158506197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106783107158506197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106783107158506197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/11/halloween-and-bovinity.html' title='halloween and bovinity.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106762219710093556</id><published>2003-10-31T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T12:43:18.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><summary type='text'>anal brazil men: having a good halloween?i eat the moon: its alright. i'm tired. and i'm goign to hospital and that wont be funi eat the moon: but it might be creepy, so in keeping withthe spiritmore on halloween later.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106762219710093556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106762219710093556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106762219710093556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106762219710093556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106727155544284002</id><published>2003-10-27T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T11:19:40.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Murder by Death</title><summary type='text'>All of murder By Death's equipment was stolen along with some personal effects and their van was messed up. If you want to help out and contribute, you can send money to  PayPal - their account name is:littlejoegould@hotmail.comThanks everyone, I know they appreciate it. Murder By Death </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106727155544284002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106727155544284002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106727155544284002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106727155544284002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/murder-by-death.html' title='Murder by Death'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106727139199665902</id><published>2003-10-27T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T11:16:33.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Mom and Pop Pop</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was their 50th Anniversary party. 50 is rather incomprehensible to me, being 19, but I think it's something to strive for. The party was nice, in downtown Sykesville by our houses at Beck's. We spent the morning setting it up and guests startring arriving at 1:30 a half hour early. I think it's very rude to show up early, or if you must then occupy yourself for the remaining time rather</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106727139199665902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106727139199665902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106727139199665902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106727139199665902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/mom-mom-and-pop-pop.html' title='Mom Mom and Pop Pop'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106723438497245353</id><published>2003-10-27T00:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T10:55:36.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>car impounded</title><summary type='text'>brandons car got impounded. i would write more about it but it wasn't that exciting. in other news, he got an online journal. This actually is of particular interest if you know brandon, because then you're probably in it. He spends more time writing about other people than he does himself. Then he claims its his outlet to show people how "goofy" his life is. I can think of a better word that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106723438497245353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106723438497245353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106723438497245353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106723438497245353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/car-impounded.html' title='car impounded'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106700631778010630</id><published>2003-10-24T10:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T10:41:36.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>comm</title><summary type='text'>The guy proctoring my comm test didn't bother to show up, which I guess is a fair trade since I didn't bother to study.And when I got there, I was only a minute or two early- I thoght I would be minutes late- there were people, led by this one really annoying girl, up in arms about the amount of time given for the exam. It was to be 30 multiple choice and one essay. In 50 minutes, which is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106700631778010630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106700631778010630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106700631778010630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106700631778010630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/comm.html' title='comm'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106686559279914847</id><published>2003-10-22T19:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T19:33:38.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>goddamn it</title><summary type='text'>not again angel fire, jesus christ.  ehhh pictures down. obviously </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106686559279914847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106686559279914847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106686559279914847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106686559279914847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/goddamn-it.html' title='goddamn it'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106685353540335540</id><published>2003-10-22T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T18:19:04.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRE!</title><summary type='text'>I dont like the new layout, and I didn't like the old one. not that i changed the layout. although it seems that way to me because all my fonts are smaller now.Other than that, today is blah. I have a calc midterm tomorrow at 2:00 pm. Unfortunately, I don't know anything about calc. Sooooo, i'm relearning five chapters as we speak. This is a break. for beef stew and mountain dew and other foods </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106685353540335540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106685353540335540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106685353540335540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106685353540335540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/fire.html' title='FIRE!'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106676837571416924</id><published>2003-10-21T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T16:32:55.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>temporary solution</title><summary type='text'>heres a 2 cent solution to my $5 a month problem.new angel fire account. bitches.pictures will be back in a few. and then, an end to the random posts and back to the question of the day.-S</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106676837571416924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106676837571416924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106676837571416924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106676837571416924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/temporary-solution.html' title='temporary solution'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106670846023645405</id><published>2003-10-20T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T23:54:19.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and more and more</title><summary type='text'>New GMS pictures are up as well as some others I took of the band playing after them- in albums DelwareGMS and Delaware1019. Also- I miss ODDZAR.  A lot. I hope their tour is doing well, can't wait for them to come back :)nitenite-S</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106670846023645405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106670846023645405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106670846023645405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106670846023645405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/and-more-and-more.html' title='and more and more'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106640030058426957</id><published>2003-10-17T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T10:18:20.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>l'eggo my</title><summary type='text'>I have to admit, i'm rather pleased with myself. That's right. I made eggos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106640030058426957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106640030058426957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106640030058426957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106640030058426957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/leggo-my.html' title='l&apos;eggo my'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106626828228101133</id><published>2003-10-15T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T21:38:01.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>angelfire/geocities</title><summary type='text'>both POS services have disabled my accounts for violations. thats why all the pictures are down, i'll work on it later.apparently, you can't just upload a million pictures to their servers and remotely access them form another place- like this blog. POS.-S</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106626828228101133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106626828228101133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106626828228101133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106626828228101133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/angelfiregeocities.html' title='angelfire/geocities'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106625193516073681</id><published>2003-10-15T17:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T17:05:35.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pirates</title><summary type='text'>you are currently missing out. You can play a pirate version of The Sims Online. www.puzzlepirates.com It's free.My pirate is named: gerardway-S</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106625193516073681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106625193516073681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106625193516073681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106625193516073681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/pirates.html' title='pirates'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106624939879912184</id><published>2003-10-15T16:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T16:29:11.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>geography</title><summary type='text'>The best part of my geography midterm HAD to be the part where i flee from the room covering my mouth in an effort to not throw up on everyone. No, maybe the best part was the disgusted looks on the faces of the 300 people when I returned to the room slightly less green. Other than that, the test was easy.Also, The ramifications of "Ebay August" are still rearing their heads, as 10 more pairs of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106624939879912184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106624939879912184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106624939879912184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106624939879912184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/geography.html' title='geography'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106606693946793712</id><published>2003-10-13T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T13:42:19.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more pictures</title><summary type='text'>the pictures from the AACC music fest and the Fletchers show that followed are up in my album. Click on pictures in the bar on the right. It's in the album marked aacc/fletchers10.11-S</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106606693946793712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106606693946793712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106606693946793712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106606693946793712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/more-pictures.html' title='more pictures'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106581132248367144</id><published>2003-10-13T13:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T16:52:26.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cop out post.</title><summary type='text'>I got this thing in an email, and then a rabbit nested in my brain...and i'm actually filling it out.If I were a sea animal I would be:  an angler fish.If I were a month I would be: ramadan. no, September.If I were a day of the week I would be: FridayIf I were a time of day I would be: 8 pmIf I were a planet I would be: I'd rather be the moonIf I were a direction I would be: SouthIf I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106581132248367144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106581132248367144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106581132248367144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106581132248367144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/cop-out-post.html' title='cop out post.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106557712924164195</id><published>2003-10-07T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T16:40:19.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ALSO</title><summary type='text'>I have SARSBWAAHAHHAHA. come visit me sooooon  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106557712924164195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106557712924164195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106557712924164195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106557712924164195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/also.html' title='ALSO'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106557636620211522</id><published>2003-10-07T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T16:38:24.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>midterms</title><summary type='text'>heres some things that aren't verbose enough for blogs:i have midterms next week. Brandon made me some incredible oatmeal cookies. you are so envious. There are 10 movies I want to see right now. EXpensive!! So i'll just wait till Alan see them all and tells which ones are worthwhile. I broke my chair. So now i have to go buy a new one..  :|With the loss of Degrassi, there is NO good TV on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106557636620211522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106557636620211522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106557636620211522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106557636620211522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/midterms.html' title='midterms'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106557358379655724</id><published>2003-10-07T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T16:37:33.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>more fun?....or less.</title><summary type='text'>and i'm blond again.see----&gt; and it took 2.5 hours to get the black out. so maybe i'll keep it one color for awhile now. probably not.also- I LOST THE N! i no longer get the N, so I no longer get Degrassi. I've suffering the early symptoms of withdrawl and i'm almost out of pretzels.-Smore later.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106557358379655724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106557358379655724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106557358379655724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106557358379655724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/more-funor-less.html' title='more fun?....or less.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106531817173041812</id><published>2003-10-04T21:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T21:53:39.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now available at Ebay</title><summary type='text'>wondering what that is?Or do you already know? Yeah, it's a body bag. And it can be yours for a mere starting bid of $29.00. Or use the "BUY IT NOW" option and pay only $35. There are other decision to be made for your purchase too such as color of bag, zipper type, nylon type, and watertight options. One even advertises bags for "easy transport." Hmmmm.You can even have it overnighted to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106531817173041812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106531817173041812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106531817173041812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106531817173041812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/now-available-at-ebay.html' title='Now available at Ebay'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106519771439381073</id><published>2003-10-03T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T12:22:31.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>youre trying to drink away the part of the day that you cannot sleep away.</title><summary type='text'>I can spot it a mile away by now. another thing I can spot is summer babies. :) I'm cold. so i'm going to go take more pictures.  I also want to put up a disclaimer: The fish is probably not dead due to any mishandling by a certain LAURI KURDZIEL. It's probably just the fin rot. I also want to place my bet on whether the show tonight is going to blow: $50 on "like the wind"that is all,  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106519771439381073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106519771439381073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106519771439381073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106519771439381073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/youre-trying-to-drink-away-part-of-day.html' title='youre trying to drink away the part of the day that you cannot sleep away.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106519697006264051</id><published>2003-10-03T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T16:36:24.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>question of the day:</title><summary type='text'>question of the day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106519697006264051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106519697006264051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106519697006264051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106519697006264051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/question-of-day.html' title='question of the day:'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106515669300020898</id><published>2003-10-03T00:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T00:53:53.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a note on hating.</title><summary type='text'>Ok- to all the people who say "sherye hates me."Here's how it is:Chances are, I don't hate you. Furthermore, chances are I1) don't know who you are.2) wouldn't waste my time hating you.or3) dislike you, but haven't talked to you enough times to fully realize my hatred.I hate very, very few people. I would expect that those people would not end up on here anyway, so there is no point to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106515669300020898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106515669300020898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106515669300020898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106515669300020898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/note-on-hating.html' title='a note on hating.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106515458019785788</id><published>2003-10-03T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T00:21:56.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Columbia</title><summary type='text'>Columbia is a strange little place. A planned community started by James Rouse in 1966, it's grown into a small city, though never actually received incorporated city status. This means it has no seta and no formal government, but that doens't keep the CA  from pretending. It made up of nine villages built in a circle around the centrally located "Mall in COlumbia." Wilde lake was the first, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106515458019785788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106515458019785788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106515458019785788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106515458019785788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/columbia.html' title='Columbia'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106514590265595988</id><published>2003-10-02T22:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T16:35:58.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>breakfast, lunch, dinnner and snack of champions.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106514590265595988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106514590265595988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106514590265595988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106514590265595988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/breakfast-lunch-dinnner-and-snack-of.html' title='breakfast, lunch, dinnner and snack of champions.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106513680021551101</id><published>2003-10-02T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T19:20:00.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mercury.</title><summary type='text'>a high school in SE DC was closed early today after mercury was found in a main hallway. The principal of the school was the first to spot it. Not knowing what it was, she called a custodian to identify and clean the problem. The custodian recognized immediately that it was mercury and called for emergency containment assistance. Now, let's think. Liquid metal on the floor. Is the metal hot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106513680021551101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106513680021551101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106513680021551101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106513680021551101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/mercury.html' title='mercury.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106504409199273335</id><published>2003-10-01T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T17:42:17.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tightlipped-visual</title><summary type='text'>now there is a visual aspect of tightlipped---&gt;  here I'll stick that in the link column at some point when i'm less lazy. in there right now are gold mind squad shots from their video shoot, random gold mind pics from shows, pics from gold mind in the 98 rock studio, pictures form the murder by death show yesterday and some self portraits for good measure. for now i'm going outside to see what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106504409199273335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106504409199273335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106504409199273335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106504409199273335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/tightlipped-visual.html' title='tightlipped-visual'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106498205104147261</id><published>2003-10-01T00:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T17:40:43.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>friendster</title><summary type='text'>piece of shit friendster. but you already knew that. i went at the suggestions of a friend back to this pos to add him to my ring of fire. well as usual the site is working at prehistoric pace and won't update my profile no matter how many times i push save. eveidently some people decided to finally accepy my invite messages after like 6 stagnant months...apparently i have friends. or empathy...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106498205104147261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106498205104147261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106498205104147261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106498205104147261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/10/friendster.html' title='friendster'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106480533872981828</id><published>2003-09-28T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T17:40:57.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kissing a fool.</title><summary type='text'>oooh lauri just gave me the michael buble CD and all kindsa pumpkins! :D Thanks lauri, and thanks shelley and katie and everyone else who wished me happy birthday.-S</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106480533872981828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106480533872981828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106480533872981828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106480533872981828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/09/kissing-fool.html' title='kissing a fool.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106480206015982245</id><published>2003-09-28T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T22:41:48.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>two days later.</title><summary type='text'>birthdays over. thank god. i will say thogh that brandon came through and i think we had an excellent time at the harbor getting dinner and walking around saturday night. and sunday i went home and had a nice day with family. i also got an awesome digital camera that i'm excited to try out in the next few days. thanks to everyone who sent birthday wishes. and i got the desaparecidos cd, and its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106480206015982245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106480206015982245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106480206015982245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106480206015982245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/09/two-days-later.html' title='two days later.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106468776451149037</id><published>2003-09-27T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T00:07:28.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>apocalypse soon.</title><summary type='text'> other 9/27 occurences: -On September 27, 1939, Warsaw, Poland, surrendered after weeks of resistance to invading forces from Nazi Germany and the Soviet Union during World War II.- In 1854, the first great disaster involving an Atlantic Ocean liner occurred when the steamship Arctic sank with 300 people aboard.-In 1959, a typhoon battered the main Japanese island of Honshu, killing nearly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106468776451149037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106468776451149037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106468776451149037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106468776451149037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/09/apocalypse-soon.html' title='apocalypse soon.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106452196217333781</id><published>2003-09-25T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T16:41:07.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SORRY WE MISSED YOU.</title><summary type='text'>for the third time i been sent a "sorry we missed you" notice from the post office. it suggests that they may return at a later time, but insists that you call their office to verify redelivery- at which point they wil inform you that the mail in undeliverable because i live on a college campus and that i will have to come pick it up. well, i am car-less, so i won't be coming anytime soon. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106452196217333781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106452196217333781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106452196217333781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106452196217333781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/09/sorry-we-missed-you.html' title='SORRY WE MISSED YOU.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106450357826388649</id><published>2003-09-25T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T16:41:19.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MAIL!!</title><summary type='text'>It's 11 am- and I'm awake. (one point)I've gotten something done (two points)ehh, i'm going back to bed (minus ten points.)Also,I received some Japanese clothes I ordered, finally!! adorned with gloomy bear, of course. JPOP! I'm going to go to the first look fair now. I think I'm goign to go by myself, there are so many people there. Ehhh i dont really want to go. It's this thing in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106450357826388649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106450357826388649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106450357826388649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106450357826388649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/09/mail.html' title='MAIL!!'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106446350282189356</id><published>2003-09-25T00:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T16:41:33.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>beeeep.</title><summary type='text'>At the tone the time will be 12:20 AM and all the candles will be out.-Sherye </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106446350282189356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106446350282189356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106446350282189356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106446350282189356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/09/beeeep.html' title='beeeep.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106445654488637594</id><published>2003-09-24T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T16:35:02.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gloomy vs. calc test</title><summary type='text'>OK. calc test priority falling.i think it is the opposite of amusing how the blogger webmasters sit around and read all the blogs and pick out interesting ones to go onthe main page. how boring. reading all the blogs ever. i've lost two more candles since the last sitting. It's also 10 degrees warmer in my room.My room- i'll touch on this.I have a fort. You're jealous, i can tell. In that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106445654488637594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106445654488637594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106445654488637594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106445654488637594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/09/gloomy-vs-calc-test.html' title='Gloomy vs. calc test'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5856254.post-106445001405098406</id><published>2003-09-24T20:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T16:42:09.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>first entry.</title><summary type='text'>First entry. characterized by lack of other entries. A very dark room with 11 candles each lasting about an hour, so they must be staggered.An introduction may be in order, so I'll just say:female, 18,  five feet tall, 110 lbs, shoe size 6.5, naturally red hair- now black and bleached and kinda short, loves tupperware, gloomy bear, pumpkins, brandon ingley, orange, microbiology, only good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/feeds/106445001405098406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5856254&amp;postID=106445001405098406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106445001405098406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5856254/posts/default/106445001405098406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antietam2.blogspot.com/2003/09/first-entry.html' title='first entry.'/><author><name>the bear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13353465378487601450</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://c.myspace.com/00071/66/02/71802066_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
