<?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-8291930</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:48:58.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Of Creation</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325713842074770827</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291930.post-110671006421719772</id><published>2005-01-25T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T19:36:45.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LONG TIME NO SEE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can we still succeed, taking what we don't need?&lt;br /&gt;Telling lies, alibis, selling all the hate that we breed.&lt;br /&gt;And we're all to blame,&lt;br /&gt;We've gone too far,&lt;br /&gt;From pride to shame,&lt;br /&gt;We're trying so hard,&lt;br /&gt;We're dying in vain,&lt;br /&gt;We're hopelessly blissful and blind&lt;br /&gt;To all we are,&lt;br /&gt;We want it all with no sacrifice!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!  Hope you had a great X-mas too  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways... Life is stressful as always. So instead of making a long post bitching about what's been going on, I'll just give you a general idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. School...omg school is hard!&lt;br /&gt;2. College classes (on top of still being in high school)...need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;3. Prom is coming!! Ack!&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a contest this Saturday. Haven't practiced.&lt;br /&gt;5. Referring to item 3...I like Lizzy...and Lisa!! omg my head hurts...&lt;br /&gt;6. My dad...well he's about to die..literally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this E-mail from my friend John Mark Davis in college and I thought it would be cool to post on this blog. (btw this is the version I sent to my contacts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi everyone, This is a chain letter but it's ok to read it because there isn't anything at the bottom that's going to curse you or anything. Go ahead and read through it and then fill in your own answers and send it back to me and anyone else you want to. Waiting to hear from you all, Michael Rene De Leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) What time do you get up? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 A.M. every morning, even on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) If you could eat lunch with one person, who would it be? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Any of my friends. Company is good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Gold/silver?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silver, I hate gold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) What was the last film you saw at the cinema? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;White Noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) What is/are your favorite T.V. shows? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anime Unleashed, and Degrassi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) What did you have for breakfast? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cereal!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Who would you hate to be stuck in a room with? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melissa, a VERY annoying Freshman at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Who inspires you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two people. Elizabeth and GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) What is your middle name? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Beach, City or Country? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beach. I wouldn't swim though, I just like the sunsets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11). Favorite ice cream? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strawberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12). Butter, plain or salted popcorn? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Butter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13). Favorite color? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blue, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14). What kind of car do you drive? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1991 Cougar LS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15). Favorite sandwich? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ham with tomato and lettuce on wheat, and mayo. No cheese.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16). What characteristic do you despise? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Negativity and hypocrisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17). Favorite flowers? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't have one. I'll accept them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18). Where would you like to go on vacation? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anywhere with some of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19). What color is your bathroom? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;White. What's this question got to do with anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20). Favorite brand of clothing? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whatever's comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21). Where are you going to retire? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd go to Japan, but eventually go to a more quiet place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22). Favorite day of the week? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturdays. No school, and I do my homework on Sunday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23). What did you do for your last birthday? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A CD player, which broke a few days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24). Where were you born? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lamesa, Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25). Favorite sport to watch? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26). Who do you least expect to send this back to you? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ashely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27) Who do you expect to send this back first? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elizabeth or Jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28). What fabric detergent do you use? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't...wait..I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29). Coke or Pepsi? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr. Pepper!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30). Are you a morning person or a night owl? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Both. I'm often times awake til 3 A.M. but I wake up at 6 A.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31). What is your shoe size? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 1/2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32). Do you have any pets? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I used to have 3 cats...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33). What is your favorite season? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Winter, because of the dark shades of the sky. It's beautiful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34). What time is it? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:15 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35). Name as it appears on birth certificate? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michael Rene De Leon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36). Nicknames? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In real life, just Mike. On the net, soultaker21x or -Mystic-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37). Number of candles on your last birthday cake? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't get a cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38). Kids?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe, if I ever get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39). Hair color? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jet black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40). Piercing? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41). Tattoos? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42). Eye color? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43). How much do you love your job? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On a scale of 1 - 10. 9, the only perfect "10" job would be no job xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.) Residence? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.O. Box 311, 701 N. 12 Apt B, Lamesa, TX 79331&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45). Favorite Food? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese or Seafood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46). Ever been to Africa? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nope, but I'd go if I had a opportunity to go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47). Been toilet papering? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48). Have you ever been in love? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah, I'm in love right now. She doesn't know. LoL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49). Been in a car accident? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uh..One was when my dad ran into a van in Big Spring while we were going to the eye doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50). Croutons or bacon bits? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bacon bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51). Favorite saying or phrase? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm a bum. What do you want from me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52). Favorite restaurant? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53). Favorite non-alcoholic drink? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orange soda, or Sprite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54.) How many times did you fail your driver's test? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55.) Before this one, from whom did you get your last e-mail? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jerry Stewart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56.) Do you sing in the shower? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57.) Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58.) What do you do most when you are bored? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I'm at home, I'll listen to music or play Conquer. Anywhere else...I'd....uhh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59.) Bedtime?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's this bedtime that you speak of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60.) Glass half empty or half full? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61.) If you could live anywhere in the world where would you be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Japan or Spain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.) Time you finished this e-mail? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:23 P.M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS: Now, here's what you're supposed to do....and DON'T spoil the fun! Copy and paste the entire email into a new email. Change all the answers so that they apply to you. Then send it to a whole bunch of people you know INCLUDING the person who sent it to you. The theory is that you will learn a lot of little known facts about those who know you. Remember to send it back to the person who sent it to the person that sent it to you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just want to challenge all of you. (I hope you are all alive...) to make a blog version of this and post it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, later, I have homework...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291930-110671006421719772?l=digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/110671006421719772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291930&amp;postID=110671006421719772' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291930/posts/default/110671006421719772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291930/posts/default/110671006421719772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2005/01/long-time-no-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325713842074770827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291930.post-109952472425741124</id><published>2004-11-03T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T15:32:04.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I AM STILL ALIVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just decided to come back for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is great...and not great...lol what's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into NHS=Nat'l Honor Society!!! (I'm so smart!!) xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a gf...yes I'm not lying lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer living w/ my dad, I'm living w/ my friend's lol...getting passed around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part 1: Jesus of Suburbia]&lt;br /&gt;I'm the son of rage and love&lt;br /&gt;The Jesus of suburbia&lt;br /&gt;From the bible of none of the above&lt;br /&gt;On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin&lt;br /&gt;No one ever died for my sins in hell&lt;br /&gt;As far as I can tell&lt;br /&gt;At least the ones I got away with&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;This is how I'm supposed to be I&lt;br /&gt;n a land of make believe&lt;br /&gt;That don't believe in me&lt;br /&gt;Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix&lt;br /&gt;The living room in my private womb&lt;br /&gt;While the moms and dads are away&lt;br /&gt;To fall in love and fall in debt&lt;br /&gt;To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane&lt;br /&gt;To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine&lt;br /&gt;And there's nothing wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;This is how I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;In a land of make believe&lt;br /&gt;That don't believe in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part 2: City Of The Damned]&lt;br /&gt;At the center of the Earth&lt;br /&gt;In the parking lot&lt;br /&gt;Of the 7-11 were I was taught&lt;br /&gt;The motto was just a lie&lt;br /&gt;It says home is where your heart is&lt;br /&gt;But what a shame&lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone's heart&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't beat the same&lt;br /&gt;It's beating out of time&lt;br /&gt;City of the dead&lt;br /&gt;At the end of another lost highway&lt;br /&gt;Signs misleading to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;City of the damned&lt;br /&gt;Lost children with dirty faces today&lt;br /&gt;No one really seems to care&lt;br /&gt;I read the graffiti&lt;br /&gt;In the bathroom stall&lt;br /&gt;Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall&lt;br /&gt;And so it seemed to confess&lt;br /&gt;It didn't say much&lt;br /&gt;But it only confirmed that&lt;br /&gt;The center of the earth&lt;br /&gt;Is the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;And I could really care less&lt;br /&gt;City of the dead&lt;br /&gt;At the end of another lost highway&lt;br /&gt;Signs misleading to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;City of the damned&lt;br /&gt;Lost children with dirty faces today&lt;br /&gt;No one really seems to care!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part 3: I don't care]&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you don't&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you don't&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you don't care&lt;br /&gt;I don't care!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is so full of shit&lt;br /&gt;Born and raised by hypocrites&lt;br /&gt;Hearts recycled but never saved&lt;br /&gt;From the cradle to the grave&lt;br /&gt;We are the kids of war and peace&lt;br /&gt;From Anaheim to the middle east&lt;br /&gt;We are the stories and disciples&lt;br /&gt;Of the Jesus of suburbia&lt;br /&gt;Land of make believe&lt;br /&gt;And it don't believe in me&lt;br /&gt;Land of make believe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't believe&lt;br /&gt;And I don't care!&lt;br /&gt;I don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part 4: Dearly beloved]&lt;br /&gt;Dearly beloved are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a word that you were saying&lt;br /&gt;Are we demented or am I disturbed?&lt;br /&gt;The space that's in between insane and insecure&lt;br /&gt;Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?&lt;br /&gt;Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect and I stand accused&lt;br /&gt;For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Part 5: Tales of another broken home]&lt;br /&gt;To live and not to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Is to die In tragedy&lt;br /&gt;To run, to run away&lt;br /&gt;To find what you believe&lt;br /&gt;And I leave behind&lt;br /&gt;This hurricane of fucking lies&lt;br /&gt;I lost my faith to this&lt;br /&gt;This town that don't exist&lt;br /&gt;So I run I run away&lt;br /&gt;To the light of masochist&lt;br /&gt;And I leave behind&lt;br /&gt;This hurricane of fucking lies&lt;br /&gt;And I walked this line&lt;br /&gt;A million and one fucking times&lt;br /&gt;But not this time&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel any shame&lt;br /&gt;I won't apologize&lt;br /&gt;When there ain't nowhere you can go&lt;br /&gt;Running away from pain&lt;br /&gt;When you've been victimized&lt;br /&gt;Tales from another broken home&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving...&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving...&lt;br /&gt;You're leaving...&lt;br /&gt;Ah you're leaving home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, life is great!!  Don't ever commit suicide...it's not worth it, no matter how down things get...believe me it can't get much worse than what I've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back...be ready for more mayhem...and I love you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291930-109952472425741124?l=digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/109952472425741124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291930&amp;postID=109952472425741124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291930/posts/default/109952472425741124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291930/posts/default/109952472425741124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-am-still-alive-just-decided-to-come.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325713842074770827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291930.post-109744686598665152</id><published>2004-10-10T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T15:24:10.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember anything&lt;br /&gt;Can't tell if this is true or dream&lt;br /&gt;Deep down inside I feel to scream&lt;br /&gt;This terrible silence stops me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the war is through with me&lt;br /&gt;I'm waking up I can not see&lt;br /&gt;That there is not much left of me&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is real but pain now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold my breath as I wish for death&lt;br /&gt;Oh please God, wake me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the womb it's much too real&lt;br /&gt;In pumps life that I must feel&lt;br /&gt;But can't look forward to reveal&lt;br /&gt;Look to the time when I'll live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fed through the tube that sticks in me&lt;br /&gt;Just like a wartime novelty&lt;br /&gt;Tied to machines that make me be&lt;br /&gt;Cut this life off from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold my breath as I wish for death&lt;br /&gt;Oh please God, wake me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now the world is gone I'm just one&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, help me hold my breath as I wish for death&lt;br /&gt;Oh please God, help me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness imprisoning me&lt;br /&gt;All that I see&lt;br /&gt;Absolute horror&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live&lt;br /&gt;I cannot die&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in myself&lt;br /&gt;Body my holding cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landmine has taken my sight&lt;br /&gt;Taken my speech&lt;br /&gt;Taken my hearing&lt;br /&gt;Taken my arms&lt;br /&gt;Taken my legs&lt;br /&gt;Taken my soul&lt;br /&gt;Left me with life in hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291930-109744686598665152?l=digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/109744686598665152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291930&amp;postID=109744686598665152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291930/posts/default/109744686598665152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291930/posts/default/109744686598665152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2004/10/one-i-cant-remember-anything-cant-tell.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325713842074770827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291930.post-109697623822002204</id><published>2004-10-05T04:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T04:45:16.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ON MY OWN??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a hurry so to make a long post short...My dad is paying the rent on the apartment, and I pay half of all bills. I get $300 a month...about $200 left over after bills are paid. I'm like is this a punishment or an award!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need no arms around me&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no drugs to calm me.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the writing on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I need anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;No! Don't think I'll need anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was all just bricks in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;All in all you were all just bricks in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's gone across the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving just a memory,&lt;br /&gt;A snapshot in the family album.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, what else did you leave for me?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy, whatcha leave behind for me!?&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was just a brick in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was just the bricks in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't need no education.&lt;br /&gt;We don't need no thought control.&lt;br /&gt;No dark sarcasm in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher, leave those kids alone.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, teacher, leave those kids alone!&lt;br /&gt;All in all it's just another brick in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;All in all you’re just another brick in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't need no education.&lt;br /&gt;We don't need no thought control.&lt;br /&gt;No dark sarcasm in the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers, leave those kids alone.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, teacher, leave those kids alone!&lt;br /&gt;All in all you're just another brick in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;All in all you're just another brick in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need no walls around me.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need no drugs to calm me.&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the writing on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Don't think I need any thing at all.&lt;br /&gt;No. Don't think I need anything at all!&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was all just bricks in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;All in all I was just another brick in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye cruel world,&lt;br /&gt;I’m leaving you today.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye...Goodbye...Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye all you people.&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing you can say to make me change my mind.....Goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------Pink Floyd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291930-109697623822002204?l=digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/109697623822002204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291930&amp;postID=109697623822002204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291930/posts/default/109697623822002204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291930/posts/default/109697623822002204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2004/10/on-my-own-im-in-hurry-so-to-make-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325713842074770827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291930.post-109657965596285238</id><published>2004-09-30T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T14:27:35.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DON'T FEEL LIKE BLOGGING...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people, I might not blog for while, then again I might ....depends on how I feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts&lt;br /&gt;The bump throbs&lt;br /&gt;My tongue keeps messing with the gap in my teeth&lt;br /&gt;...I taste blood&lt;br /&gt;My heart hurts....spiritually I'm broken&lt;br /&gt;I'm poor...more poor than a man with no money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to keep visiting you guys..but no promises, if I don't visit you, I'm still here, just &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God...please make my dad go away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness&lt;br /&gt;I need to calculate&lt;br /&gt;What creates my own madness&lt;br /&gt;And I'm addicted to your punishment&lt;br /&gt;And you're the master&lt;br /&gt;And I am waiting for disaster&lt;br /&gt;I feel irrational&lt;br /&gt;So confrontational&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth I am&lt;br /&gt;Getting away with murder&lt;br /&gt;It isn't possible&lt;br /&gt;To ever tell the truth&lt;br /&gt;But the reality is I'm getting away with murder&lt;br /&gt;I drink my drink and I don't even want to&lt;br /&gt;I think my thoughts when I don't even need to&lt;br /&gt;I never look back cause I don't even want to&lt;br /&gt;And I don't need to&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm getting away with murder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291930-109657965596285238?l=digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/109657965596285238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291930&amp;postID=109657965596285238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291930/posts/default/109657965596285238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291930/posts/default/109657965596285238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2004/09/dont-feel-like-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325713842074770827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291930.post-109616021365885103</id><published>2004-09-25T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T04:42:14.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WEIRD DREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...like the title says, I had a really weird dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I go to school and everything is normal. We have an assembly or pep rally, not really sure, but everyone ends up going to the auditorium. This is when things just get well....strange...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sitting by Lizzy and Jonathan, the principal, Mr. Davis, is standing on the platform in the front of everyone. He starts talking but I'm not paying attention thuu to the fact that I'm busy talking w/ Lizzy ;). A burst of blue light appears on the roof of the school. Someone screams "BOMB!!" And people run and jump over seats heading toward the exits. I get separated from Jonathan and Lizzy. I run w/ the crowd jumping over seats, seeing people fall down, while others run over them... finally I fall down.... I feel some one step on my head...everything goes black...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then I'm in Kevin's body, I see my own body, and try to help myself. I hear people around me screaming, then I notice people just stopped. No noise anymore, just staring, staring at the hole in the ceiling. The blue light is still there..like a blob, pulsating. Suddenly laser like lights shoot down and 'dissolve' people for lack of a better word. I see my own body get 'dissolved', screw it, I (Kevin) try to run, but I get caught by one of the lights. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bright light, that's all I see. I'm in my own body again. I hear people all around me but all I see is white. We make teams, and holding hands, start moving around feeling the wall--we can't see, trying to find a way out of this place. I hear a girl scream, and a WHOOSH!!! The person's hand that I'm holding slips out of mine and I hear the familiar WHOOSH!!!. I feel a suction pulling me toward where that person was. I fall. "HOLY HELL!!" I'm blinded by the sudden darkness, I feel myself falling. BAM! ouch...I hit the ground...All around me I see blue lightning strikes hit the ground and people appearing where they hit. I see Lizzy and run toward her. She come to, and sees me. We kiss....&lt;/em&gt;THEN I WAKE UP!!! Man, wtf I wanna know what else happens!!! ARG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, weird dream I have...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291930-109616021365885103?l=digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/109616021365885103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291930&amp;postID=109616021365885103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291930/posts/default/109616021365885103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291930/posts/default/109616021365885103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2004/09/weird-dream-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325713842074770827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291930.post-109581035764370592</id><published>2004-09-21T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T16:45:57.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SETTLE FOR NOTHIN'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jail cell is freedom from the pain in my home&lt;br /&gt;Hatred passed on, passed on and passed on&lt;br /&gt;A world of violent rage&lt;br /&gt;But it's one that I can recognize&lt;br /&gt;Having never seen the color of my father's eyes&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I dwell in hell, but it's a hell that I can grip&lt;br /&gt;I tried to grip my family&lt;br /&gt;But I slipped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To escape from the pain in an existence mundane&lt;br /&gt;I got a 9, a sign, a set and now I got a name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read my writing on the wall&lt;br /&gt;No one's here to catch me when I fall&lt;br /&gt;Death is on my side....suicide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we don't take action now&lt;br /&gt;We settle for nothing later&lt;br /&gt;Settle for nothing now&lt;br /&gt;And we'll settle for nothing later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291930-109581035764370592?l=digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/109581035764370592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291930&amp;postID=109581035764370592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291930/posts/default/109581035764370592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291930/posts/default/109581035764370592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2004/09/settle-for-nothin-jail-cell-is-freedom.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325713842074770827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291930.post-109564367729881662</id><published>2004-09-19T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T18:27:57.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THIS FREAKING SUCKS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(warning: this is gonna have a lot of bad words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... not what you are thinking, Lizzy did say yes to going with me to homecoming. What could possibly be wrong then you say? Two words-- My dad. Yes he snapped again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael: Ok, dad I'm going to homecoming now. (he had said yes earlier, keep that in mind)&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Hell no you aren't! Yes your fucking ass back in here.&lt;br /&gt;Michael: But I'm going with Lizzy, and you already said yes. *calm voice*&lt;br /&gt;Dad: I don't give a shit! You aren't going.&lt;br /&gt;Michael: But..but *starting to get mad*&lt;br /&gt;Dad: I'm sick and tired of you damn shit! I know what you're doing! What do you think I'm a fucking dumbass!? Damn it get in here, come here!!&lt;br /&gt;(My dad slaps me across the face, yes I snapped then)&lt;br /&gt;Michael: What the hell do you hit me for!?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Don't tell me shit I can hit you whenever I want! Get to your damn room!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. Can you say child abuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Lisa, another friend of mine is in the hospital, apparently her dad hit here little too hard.... She got sent in Thursday night, and is still there. Every thing is going right!!! *sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man what's wrong with parents!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Lizzy last night to tell her what happened and why I couldn't go. She forgave me so that's one good thing in a bleak time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are religious, pray for Lisa, who has a head injury. Pray for me, who is being abused. Pray for Lizzy who has a patient heart. Pray for my dad, hopefully he'll go back to his old self, before the Jehovah Witnesses showed up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291930-109564367729881662?l=digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/109564367729881662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291930&amp;postID=109564367729881662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291930/posts/default/109564367729881662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291930/posts/default/109564367729881662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-freaking-sucks-warning-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325713842074770827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291930.post-109537119742926491</id><published>2004-09-16T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T14:46:37.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG HERE IS MY CHANCE!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Today is the homecoming parade!  All I am saying is that Lizzy wants to see me after the parade to "ask me something."  :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More details tommorow, I'll either be very happy =D  . . .or very sad  ='(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291930-109537119742926491?l=digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/109537119742926491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291930&amp;postID=109537119742926491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291930/posts/default/109537119742926491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291930/posts/default/109537119742926491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2004/09/omg-here-is-my-chance-today-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325713842074770827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291930.post-109501129522722432</id><published>2004-09-12T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T14:48:11.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DID YOU FEEL THE MOUNTAINS TREMBLE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday: It was a great day! Some of the few I have now a days. . . Anyways, it was great cause, me and Lisa got to play together on Bongos, Djembe, and other "exotic" drums for Youth Band. I really liked the new song we were working on called "Did You Feel the Mountains Tremble?" Hehe, I love that song!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also the sermon from our band director, Mr. Kirby was really great. I think it showed what most "Christians" are like--hypocrites. He was talking about an incident where a student (non-religious) went before a "Christian" audience and talked about starvation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;"More than 30,000 people are dying everyday of starvation, while you live in a cormfortable home! And the thing is that you Christians don't give a *Fuck* Instead of being out there helping your here, 'ministering'. But you know what's really worse than that!? When you walk out this door today, your gonna worry more about the word *fuck* that I said, than about the 30,000 people that died." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yea, that was awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Later, me and Jonathan,Raime, Lisa and some others went to Raime's house to watch &lt;em&gt;Godsend &lt;/em&gt;It's a movie about an 8 yr. old kid named Adam that gets killed on his birthday! A doctor offers to clone him, but things go way wrong, a really recommend it for rental if you ever have time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Today: Man, schoold as usual. . only 7th period was different. It was plant I.D. class and I was talking with Lizzy (damn, I still love her :p). She was talking about homecoming and how no one has asked her out. How stupid can I be!!! There was my chance, but I let it slip. . . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Well, I'm tired and got homework, so laters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291930-109501129522722432?l=digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/109501129522722432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291930&amp;postID=109501129522722432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291930/posts/default/109501129522722432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291930/posts/default/109501129522722432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2004/09/did-you-feel-mountains-tremble.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325713842074770827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8291930.post-109494879790611007</id><published>2004-09-11T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T19:31:40.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO AGAIN!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi all. I hope you all got my invitation and took it to come back to my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had alot of troubles in the past weeks. I was in and out of Boy's Ranch. One of my friends almost committed suicide. My "love" found her true mate (not me) My dad. . .well, he is still Jehovah Witness obsessed. So, yea same old, same old, lol. . . I had to kinda force myself back into blog world. You see someone discovered my blog, and let's just say he ruined my life for the most part. But I'm not letting that bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO I AM BACK!! WITH A VENGEANCE!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, hope you like the new skin, if you have any suggestions what so ever, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a beautiful world we live in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sweet romantic place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful people everywhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way they show they care makes me want to say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a beautiful world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh what a beautiful world &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a wonderful time to be here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's nice to be alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wonderful people everywhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The way they comb their hair makes me want to say &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's a wonderful place &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh what a wonderful place&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For you, for you, for you, for you, for you, for you, not me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back to my world, take a seat, and get comfortable, cause you're in for quite a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8291930-109494879790611007?l=digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com/feeds/109494879790611007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8291930&amp;postID=109494879790611007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291930/posts/default/109494879790611007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8291930/posts/default/109494879790611007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digitalatmosphere.blogspot.com/2004/09/hello-again-hi-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Michael</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07325713842074770827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
