<?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-6208716</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:05:18.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brain never stops tickin...</title><subtitle type='html'>"You have the gold...all you have to do is put it around your neck and bling it."
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-109008738007269120</id><published>2004-07-17T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T09:33:10.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Andrew has sold out and moved to live journal because its prettier there. Update on things in my life and my view on life just click here    Biootch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/109008738007269120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/109008738007269120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#109008738007269120' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-108375115219322782</id><published>2004-05-05T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T03:03:36.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dont think I am very deserving of things I have. However I do think I am very deserving of any punishment I have received, whether it be from law officials or my parents. I have done a lot of fucked up shit and everyone...everyone should suffer consequences for stupid shit they got themselves into. And I, unfortunately, have gotten into a lot of shit. But back to the undeserving part. I have a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/108375115219322782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/108375115219322782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108375115219322782' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-108313552528240198</id><published>2004-04-27T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T00:15:29.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/108313552528240198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/108313552528240198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108313552528240198' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-108276041334168519</id><published>2004-04-23T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T15:51:02.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whats up my blog viewers. Long time no update. You see my brother told me to try out livejournal...so I did. I'm not so sure I like as much as blog. Too many of "those" kids on livejournal. Everyone goes through their live journal stage. Mine was just shorter. About "those" kids. You know which ones I mean right? The ones with the..you know, and the uh huh.You know, I had a dream about Donald </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/108276041334168519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/108276041334168519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108276041334168519' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-108062738381418034</id><published>2004-03-29T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T22:20:58.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Our deepest fear isnt that we are inadequate.Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond all measure.It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous?Actually, who are we not to be?You are a child of God.Your playing small doesnt serve the world.There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/108062738381418034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/108062738381418034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108062738381418034' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-108028405327552168</id><published>2004-03-25T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T00:03:52.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"The Hero's journey always begins with the call. One way or another a guide must come to say,"Look, you're in sleepyland. Wake. Come on a trip. There is a whole aspect of your consciousness, your being, that's not been touched. So you're at home here? Well, there's not enough of you there." And so it starts.The call is to leave a certain social situation, move into your own loneliness and find </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/108028405327552168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/108028405327552168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108028405327552168' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-108018050937584971</id><published>2004-03-24T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T00:52:02.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyday I wait for something...its right around the corner just down the block and its coming. I dont know what it is or what it will do, but its coming. I can feel it in my veins and see it in my eyelids. I'm waiting and soon enough it will be here. What will be here, you ask? I dont know...All I know is that I'm sick of waiting and I am anxious and ready to start building my career. Photos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/108018050937584971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/108018050937584971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108018050937584971' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-108010338757823556</id><published>2004-03-23T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T21:00:10.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last week photo time...I did not get to photograph as much as I would have liked because this last week was so fast paced that I didnt even have time to clip my toe nails. So for those of you with little imagination here is a preview to last weeks, "SPRING BREAK!" 2004... It all started with Ryan coming to visit therefore reuniting the three Severyn siblings. They are both extremely nutty and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/108010338757823556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/108010338757823556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108010338757823556' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107994793879961078</id><published>2004-03-22T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T01:46:20.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dont take advice.I dont think anyone knows exactly what they're talking about and I dont want to hear other people struggle to tell me a lie that makes them sound like they know what they are talking about.  Its not that I think i know everything but I think i'd rather find out things by myself. Because who can you really trust to give you honest, ligit responses to questions that need </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107994793879961078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107994793879961078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#107994793879961078' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107933553231272979</id><published>2004-03-14T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T00:28:43.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Vision, like Love, takes no planning--for it just happens. It is directed by the Creator and made manifest by Creation.Take no care as to how you will live your Vision or how you will find your Love. For the Creator has planned all these things, and the waywill become clear to your heart. You have been given a choice but if you listen to your Heart, there needs to be no choice.Your path is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107933553231272979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107933553231272979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107933553231272979' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107913652823875238</id><published>2004-03-12T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T16:20:43.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I read Gurgs blog about the google images search. I was intrigued so I tried it. I have to say that I am extremely pleased... This image represents the inner me. I would have to say very, very, extremely accurate. For all of you that know me i'm sure you will agree.Now this picture is supposed to reveal the way that I project myself. What this is telling me is that I act like a lttle boy that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107913652823875238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107913652823875238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107913652823875238' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107913356216488678</id><published>2004-03-12T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T15:50:22.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My favorite quote ever..."To laugh is to risk appearing a fool,to weep is to risk appearing sentimental,to reach out for another is to risk involvement,to expose feelings is to risk exposing your true self,to place your ideas, your dreams before the crowd is to risk their loss.To love is to risk not being loved in return,to live is to risk dying,to hope is to risk despair,to try is to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107913356216488678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107913356216488678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107913356216488678' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107907239050908226</id><published>2004-03-11T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T23:20:39.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got my 8x10's back  from the modeling agency and they turned out pretty good.  We got about 13 developed from the 50 pictures taken.  I put all of these pictures in my portfolio along with samples of the work that I will be doing. My Z card gets sent in tomorrow and all 100 copies will be done by next thursday. I have chosen this style of Z card, its pretty cool and you can customize the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107907239050908226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107907239050908226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107907239050908226' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107888427337589869</id><published>2004-03-09T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T21:20:11.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is a play entitled "In the Presence,"  and a stage reading of the play was organized last year at the campus of Mesa Community College. The event held many playwrights work including that of Jenn Jackson, Nathan Blaine and Andrew Severyn. I wrote "In the Presence," to inform the public my view on the word love. It is true when they say that every authors work is a part of him or all of him.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107888427337589869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107888427337589869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107888427337589869' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107879096621264524</id><published>2004-03-08T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T22:27:12.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I mightprobably we'll see maybe i'm not sure i don't know lets hope so thats the planGod willingif i'm luckysomedayI want toI wishif onlyopposed toYes...What some people don't realize is that you have the power to make things happen.  There will always be obstacles and hurdles in the way of achieving something that needs doing, but never look to those things as being a means to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107879096621264524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107879096621264524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107879096621264524' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107846348738490426</id><published>2004-03-04T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T21:34:28.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are the shooting star that I wish upon...Today I was at the place of my employment working hard for the money.  In the midst of my shift I was feeling frustrated and some what lonely even though I was surrounded by people constantly. I stopped and I looked around at this fine establishment and I realized that there is no one present that I care about or would like to get to know.  Even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107846348738490426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107846348738490426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107846348738490426' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107836439935278905</id><published>2004-03-03T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T17:42:58.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Choosing Memories"Only acts of war and the events of natural disasters are more harmful to a child's psyche than the divorce process."- Anonymous No child should have to watch their dad drive away into the distance. No boy should have to say good bye to his father. I should never had to meet her friend. But I had to. I had to force a smile on top of my frown. I had to receive gifts of bribary</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107836439935278905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107836439935278905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107836439935278905' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107834030421396717</id><published>2004-03-03T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T16:26:46.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are the gauze treating my open wound...Choosing Memories"The worst problems for children stem from parental conflict, before, during, and after divorce or within marriage. "- Stephanie Coontz I tend to persuade myself that I have a bad memory and that that is the reasoning behind my inabililty to recollect my child hood.  I have been dishonest with myself, because I have an excellent </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107834030421396717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107834030421396717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107834030421396717' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107821503503737555</id><published>2004-03-02T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T00:13:32.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> You are my feet when I dance...Sometimes I dont understand certain things, so I sleep. Sometimes I hurt, so I sleep.Sometimes I get lonely, so I sleep.Sometimes I am hungry, yet I sleep.Sometimes I just wish someone would understand me completely, but Ill sleep.Sometimes I am so aggravated, so I sleep.Sometimes I'm restless, but I sleep.Sometimes I'm bored, so I sleep.Sometimes sleep </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107821503503737555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107821503503737555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107821503503737555' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107819499397185138</id><published>2004-03-01T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T18:51:57.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> You are the ice in my orange juice...In light of the current situation, I have found the picture of myself that I am trying to replicate through chronic exercising and healthy eating habits. I worked out 3 to 4 days a week, ate everything I saw and smoked a pack a day.  I hope the fact that I dont smoke anymore will play a role in how much bigger I can get.  Although I believe this was the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107819499397185138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107819499397185138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107819499397185138' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107818962094879446</id><published>2004-03-01T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T18:53:00.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The sequel and last word said about the controversial topic.I have had an abundance of different comments on my last entry, but I still think everyone is missing the point of what it was all about.Im not saying that by writing those things that, that makes me real. I'm not saying I'm sorry and Im not saying im right.  I think everyone has a different opinion of what "real" is. Take Alecias </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107818962094879446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107818962094879446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107818962094879446' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107811935219066490</id><published>2004-02-29T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T21:49:22.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are the pep in my step...If you are all wondering who the ass hole behind Taryns rage in her last post was...it was me.  Now there are a select group of people that use the word "real." And they call some people real but most of all they believe they are the ones that are the realest. I being one of them have something to tell all of you.  I believe we might have had pretty off conceptions </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107811935219066490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107811935219066490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107811935219066490' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107810350189774129</id><published>2004-02-29T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T19:19:49.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are the sparkle in my eye...For the plethera of beautiful bar hopping women out there, I just thought I'd inform you that...MEN can also get free drinks at a bar.  This is not the first time i've recieved drinks for all the people acccompaning me from a total stranger.  However, it is the first time that a girl has bought me and the rest of my party drinks.  What girl you ask? This girl...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107810350189774129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107810350189774129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107810350189774129' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107802033208369623</id><published>2004-02-28T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T18:08:26.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I am the perspiration trickling down your forehead...In the 2 months that i've been here I've been watching my muscle tone deteriorate more in each day that passes.  I have been neglecting by daily weight lifting routine and it seems that I am losing my muscle mass.  When I left Arizona I was weighing in at about 165 pounds, now I believe that I am around 158 give or take a few pounds.  Now, I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107802033208369623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107802033208369623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107802033208369623' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107794003931746105</id><published>2004-02-27T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T10:59:34.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I am the laughter in the other room...The training program at Macaroni Grill is a long, enduring process that takes about a month.  Once you have completed five follows, viewed all videos, and completed all written tests you still have to Certify.  What certifying means is that you basically need to know everything on the menu, all of the beverages in the bar, the steps of service, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107794003931746105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107794003931746105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107794003931746105' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107777687802535973</id><published>2004-02-25T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T22:35:50.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I am the success at the high school reunion...Have you ever had one of those days where you can just see your future taking off the way you have always dreamed of?  Well today, my future kind of unfolded in my imagination.  Why you ask?  Well, I got my pictures back for my portfolio and my Z Card and from what Rita says, they turned out,"so fabulous!"  So, we looked over all the prints, which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107777687802535973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107777687802535973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107777687802535973' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107758437372962494</id><published>2004-02-23T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T17:05:55.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am the banjo being plucked by the old southern gentleman wearing overalls and a straw hat...In the online dictionary the word "miss" is described as to feel the lack or loss of.  This definition couldn't capture the entirety of the way I feel, instead, it's a sorry substitute just to inform the reader of what the word means in its most simple form.  The way I would write the definition of "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107758437372962494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107758437372962494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107758437372962494' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107757328511144802</id><published>2004-02-23T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T17:08:21.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FEBRUARY 23rdI am the midnight owls screeching hoot hoot...Its funny how a conversation with a loved one can calm a raging sea in the middle of a storm."If i could I woud do all of this againtravel back in time with youto where this all beganwe could hide inside ourselvesand leave the world behindmake believe there's something left to findWe'll be miles aparti'll keep you deep inside</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107757328511144802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107757328511144802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107757328511144802' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107748490656964367</id><published>2004-02-22T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T13:57:14.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I am the sexy dance party...If I were to describe last night in three words but the last two words were sort of combined it be,"adios motherfucker!"  You see my plans for alcoholic indugence did not come until late in the night when my cousin Gabriel called for some family bonding.  So, I scurried to the shower and cleansed my body from head to toe all the while contemplating whether to jack </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107748490656964367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107748490656964367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107748490656964367' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107726709153342688</id><published>2004-02-20T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T17:17:17.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am that kid in the toy store thats fuckin' whining his ass off...From what a lot of people tell me i'm quite an ambitious person.  When I want something I wont wait wround for it to fall into my hands, I will go out and do whatever means necessary to achieve this goal.  Hence, me moving to California to become an entertainer or my plethera of drives out to Arizona, or even my obsession with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107726709153342688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107726709153342688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107726709153342688' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107717400139731430</id><published>2004-02-18T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T01:46:08.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Its when the rose wilts and starts to fade--I am the falling rose petal...               Alas, one day in the 365 of a year that a man actually has to romance his woman.  But do they, on this festive occasion called Valentines Day?  No, not all of them, actually not most of them.  An estimated one billion cards are sent and bought on February 14th every year and 85% of them are purchased by..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107717400139731430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107717400139731430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107717400139731430' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107708690287242571</id><published>2004-02-17T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T19:48:41.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am cupids flesh piercing arrow...               Every February, across the country, candy, flowers, and gifts are exchanged between loved ones, all in the name of St. Valentine. But who is this mysterious saint and why do we celebrate this holiday? The history of Valentine's Day -- and its patron saint -- is shrouded in mystery. But we do know that February has long been a month of romance.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107708690287242571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107708690287242571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107708690287242571' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107629801559581855</id><published>2004-02-08T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T21:07:41.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am the crashing waves on the sandy shore...             Ladies and Gentleman...Buck!             Buck comes in many different sizes, shapes, and colors. This months model, is Beach Buck. See Beach Buck run...             See Beach Buck discover water...             You can also move Beach Buck into different stands and poses, such as the Cold Water Pose...            And the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107629801559581855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107629801559581855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107629801559581855' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107621317024560630</id><published>2004-02-07T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T21:59:27.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am the critics spoken words...             There I sat in the dark auditorium with the only illumination residing from the overly sized screen in front of me.  Each preview followed by another of greater or less entertainment value then the previous.  Slowly, minute by minute the sandman was sprinkling his magical dream dust on my eyes and body.  And shortly before I was under his spell the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107621317024560630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107621317024560630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107621317024560630' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107613137839528030</id><published>2004-02-06T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T21:25:22.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am the athletes sore muscle...        I spent a good portion of this glorious day with my oldest sibling and the woman who gave me birth.  It all began with the glorious consumation of japanese food, more specifically the sushi style of japanese food.  Soft Shell Crab rolls, tempura rolls, spicy tuna hand rolls, and more, were imbibed rapidly until we were satisfied.  Following said event we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107613137839528030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107613137839528030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107613137839528030' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107604689220098799</id><published>2004-02-05T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T21:57:14.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am the smokers black lung...            Ever have those days when you just decide to live your life differently? And sometimes you actually mold this thought into your life day by day. And sometimes it only lasts a day and you return to your old life style.  Today I decided I was going to be young again.  Not in a sense of playing with action figures and blowing bubbles in my chocolate milk, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107604689220098799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107604689220098799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107604689220098799' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107601059412115621</id><published>2004-02-05T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T12:11:05.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was an especially exquisite day...     I awoke at 10 in the morning to a text message from a certain special lady. Its always good to wake up to something that special and happy, because then you wake up with a smile on your face and the day just seems to hold so much more than it would if you woke up without it.  I showered, brushed the teeth, gelled the hair, moisturized the body, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107601059412115621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107601059412115621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107601059412115621' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107578710528606161</id><published>2004-02-02T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T23:10:12.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alecia was home this weekend. And all of you are probably waiting for my sappy and over emotional blog entry pouring out my heart and feelings about the love of my life.  Well, i might and I might not. I'm just going to write what I feel. Which most likely will be sappy and over emotional. But endure with me.Wednesday night I was lounging and carrying conversations over the internet with friends</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107578710528606161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107578710528606161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107578710528606161' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107549147742926653</id><published>2004-01-30T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T11:40:10.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Will not post until Monday, Alecia is in town...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107549147742926653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107549147742926653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107549147742926653' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107531222540130345</id><published>2004-01-28T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T09:52:35.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sorry but my "shout out" link never works and I received one from Guillermo and I got to read it but now it is erased for some odd reason. If there is something wrong with my template please email me or IM me and tell me whats wrong. For now if you have something to say to me just write me an email, it is on the right below the picture of Alecia and myself. Sorry for the inconvenience, I will</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107531222540130345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107531222540130345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107531222540130345' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107517334853593424</id><published>2004-01-26T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T19:23:00.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I woke up...   On a vast green plain surrounded by groves and groves of beautiful orange trees. I was all alone yet I wasnt lonely, I was happy. I lifted up my head and just saw nature in all its green goodness and all I could hear was birds chirping, the swaying of high grass in the wind, and that amazing noise that we call silence.  I walked around for a little bit and I I could see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107517334853593424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107517334853593424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107517334853593424' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107511036802308751</id><published>2004-01-26T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T01:48:31.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm too tired to write out about this, but I just had an idea and I think it might interest you. I think "The Lord of the Rings" could represent someone's struggle to quit smoking...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107511036802308751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107511036802308751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107511036802308751' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107510945511628492</id><published>2004-01-26T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T11:17:22.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ever have those nights where you just feel like writing? Well last time that happened to me I was on adderall and I wrote an entire screenplay. It was probably twenty to thirty five pages in length. Thats great for me too, because I have trouble writing one page reflective essays for English class.  But tonight something tells me I wont have any problems with writing. Why? Probably because I have</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107510945511628492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107510945511628492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107510945511628492' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107509809817579475</id><published>2004-01-25T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T23:30:42.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have decided to make a list of quotes that my Mothers roommate spits up randomly. So every entry from now on I will have one or many of his quotes."How was church buddy?""it was alright,  it was a good sermon." -me"haha, lets talk about the important stuff...did you see any hot girls there?"That was while we were benching."nice shooting tex. hey it happens, but the lucky shooter gets </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107509809817579475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107509809817579475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107509809817579475' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107497412761681141</id><published>2004-01-24T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T14:43:10.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here are my thoughts on strip clubs...     It is without a doubt one of the most depressing, low, and pathetic activities a person can engage in.  Its demeaning to women, I mean yes they choose to do it.  but when your boyfriend is at a stripclub looking at these beautiful naked women, how does that make you feel? He is all gauking at them and they're surely shoving they're boobs in their face </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107497412761681141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107497412761681141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107497412761681141' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107466813074685800</id><published>2004-01-20T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T17:31:43.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like many great stories, mine begins with a memory. A memory that was long forgotten, yet today, it emerged from the depths of my brain because of something I saw. This something, was not JUST something at all. To some its the most beautiful thing in the world, to some its a path of light to guide ones way, for some its a deity, to some its a reason to wake up, but to all, it represents the end </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107466813074685800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107466813074685800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107466813074685800' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107421603420245896</id><published>2004-01-15T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T17:22:59.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"And there aint no way, im letting you go now, there aint no way , and there aint no how, never going to see that day.Because im keeping you forever and for always, we will be together all of our days, wanna wake up every morning to your sweet face, Always" -Shania Twain</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107421603420245896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107421603420245896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107421603420245896' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107419724116328706</id><published>2004-01-15T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T12:10:11.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Madame Pelle, the Volcano Goddess of the beautiful islands of Hawai'i    Had great convesation with Courtney last night until about i think around 2 or 3 in the morning. Sucka is tight. Me and Red are on the same level in a lot of situations, She rocks hard and we have become closer as time goes on. Its her birthday on Monday the nineteenth and i'm totally stoked to see her. it'll be tight.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107419724116328706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107419724116328706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107419724116328706' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107415478566195497</id><published>2004-01-15T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T00:31:09.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got invited to my first California party today! Yipee! Not quite... Actually it's rather creepy and depressing. You see last night I went out with my mother and her boyfriend. We went to Korean BBQ and got some marinated Bulgoghi and all the fixens. After that we went to Chili's and got some dessert. Scott said that I needed to try the Chocolate Molten Lava! I'm not one for sweets and I quickyl</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107415478566195497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107415478566195497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107415478566195497' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107405954045392537</id><published>2004-01-13T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T21:54:29.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes I already posted today, however, today is especially significant because today was the first day of developing my Hollywood, GQ if you will, look! So I decided to start at a very basic yet very important part...my Hair. Ive been contemplating whether to keep it long or to go short again. This decision was not going ot be easy, so i looked to the stars. No, I didnt ask God for his Holy advice,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107405954045392537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107405954045392537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107405954045392537' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107401847052133655</id><published>2004-01-13T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T10:56:25.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Finally found someone, that knocks me off my feet,I finally found the one, that makes me feel complete.It started over coffee, we started out as friends,its funny how from simple things, the best things begin.This time its different,(la la la la) its all because of you,(la la la la)its better than its ever been, because we can talk it through.Oooo My favorite line, was can I call you some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107401847052133655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107401847052133655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107401847052133655' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107397027681374114</id><published>2004-01-12T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T21:04:58.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You've heard about the glorious times at the park when Jake and Alecia were down here, and yes the story telling has been post-poned for countless days, but today is your lucky day my friends. I have decided that I will document and share with you all pictures and events that happened at Rancho Park the day that Alecia and Jake drove out of my life.     So we woke up late per usual and decided </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107397027681374114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107397027681374114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107397027681374114' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107396341240861581</id><published>2004-01-12T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T19:45:01.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First day of my california education at the fine Moorpark College in Ventura County. I started my day by waking up to early due to my beliefs that I had english today. Well guess what? I didnt. So there I was at school hours early with only a little bit to do to occupy my time. So i got my parking permit and my new college identification card.  Gorgeous isnt it. So after I finished paying my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107396341240861581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107396341240861581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107396341240861581' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107385188115095280</id><published>2004-01-11T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T12:19:44.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night was not a good night....        But i guess i'll start out with my day. Woke up bright and early and microwaved some left over El Pollo Loco chicken and wrapped it in a burrito and ate it up while reading the highlights of the Simi Valley Tribune.  I then jumped in the shower and sprayed in some leave in conditioner after to revitalize my hair because my mom said my smoking habit has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107385188115095280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107385188115095280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107385188115095280' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107371796054307859</id><published>2004-01-09T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T22:59:40.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Depp was like 3 or 4 which is amazing awesome because he is a sexy sexy man. Angelina Jolie is number 2. Nobody saw that comin, nobody and right now i am waiting for number one and i've been waiting all week for this shit so wait one moment and i will have our winner posted. While waiting, did you know that Ashton Kucher beat Brad Pitt and Johnny Depp? Crazy but i have no arguments. He is a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107371796054307859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107371796054307859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107371796054307859' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107371568588817757</id><published>2004-01-09T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T22:35:50.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day 2...    Alone and watching 100 hottest hotties while writing in my blog. Josh Hartnett is currently being dissected by the volunteers of Vh1 and he is holding his own at number 32. That makes me happy considering Jude Law is number 30 and i've always said hartnett has been over rated by the young women of our society.  All I'm saying is Brad Pitt better be number one, either him or my baby </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107371568588817757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107371568588817757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107371568588817757' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107362059379330633</id><published>2004-01-08T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T22:47:52.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A good friend of mine once gave me an analogy about perfect relationships that ended bad or had to be post-poned for a while.  He said to think of your time spent together as this.  And this works for all types of people not just theatre geeks.  Just substitute an event that is related to your passion or something you enjoy doing.  He said imagine someone gave you a chance to perform on Broadway.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107362059379330633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107362059379330633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107362059379330633' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107194256532723299</id><published>2003-12-20T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T10:12:21.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I ran out on the battle field against my worst enemy, Influenza.  Our armies in there masses moved toward eachother with rage and patriotism.  Then as the shadows grew closer...the battle began!  It was a mighty war and it lasted a good 4 hours.  At first it seemed my army was advancing, for I had forgotten about it in the busyness of Ruby's Diner.  However, I had let off my guard.  As soon as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107194256532723299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107194256532723299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107194256532723299' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107187578987191073</id><published>2003-12-19T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T15:58:18.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday I performed my acting 1 final.  It went really well, we got some good laughs out of the audience. After a good 2 hours of watching scenes the class was over, forever.  Bev, the instructor, told us to gather in a circle after class, cross your right arm over your left and hold eachothers hands.  So we did and then we did the hand squeezing thing.  Anyway whats significant about this day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107187578987191073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107187578987191073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107187578987191073' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107156944634264375</id><published>2003-12-16T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T03:43:52.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Holidays everyone,        I spent this fine day of the beginning of the week attempting to do some hardcore shopping! Which i failed at miserably.  I started out by trying to put pictures on this new blog of mine, which didnt happen.  i then proceeded to go over to Taryns for assistance.  She was motivated and ready to show me the ropes, only her computer was being "stupid" as she so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107156944634264375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107156944634264375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107156944634264375' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107155612906342430</id><published>2003-12-15T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T22:34:53.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last friday night all of us,(us being Myself, Alecia, Chuck, Trevor, Courtney, Thomas Murray, and Thomas Mann), decided to go to the new hoppin' club, HOT PINK.  Its real name is club boom but on friday night its accustomed the clever indie name HOT PINK!  we all got dressed as indie and as gay as we could and started our drinkin. as you can see here CHUCK and i were going to go as a couple. So </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107155612906342430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107155612906342430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107155612906342430' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107154335005723428</id><published>2003-12-15T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T20:39:43.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thats me...cowboy style!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107154335005723428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107154335005723428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107154335005723428' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107147902747865950</id><published>2003-12-15T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T01:04:01.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello,   I am trying this whole "blog" thing so i can update all my peeps in AZ when im down in So Cal.  Know what im sayin? All right, so, i guess i should write about my day...it was about 8 a.m and my father woke me with some exciting news.  we caught saddam! that dirty bastard! as tired as i was i tried to muster up as much excitement as i could to humor my dad in his republicaness.  So i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107147902747865950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107147902747865950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107147902747865950' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6208716.post-107147878420931357</id><published>2003-12-15T00:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T00:59:57.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107147878420931357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6208716/posts/default/107147878420931357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deppwannabe.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107147878420931357' title=''/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00078347570903270062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
