<?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-3841691</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:07:31.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN STUPID THINGY</title><subtitle type='html'>JESUS?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3841691.post-111752608350339926</id><published>2005-05-31T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:54:43.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> You scored as Darth Vader. Darth Vader78%General Grievous75%Obi Wan Kenobi61%Anakin Skywalker53%Clone Trooper50%Chewbacca47%Padme Amidala42%Emperor Palpatine39%Yoda33%R2-D228%Mace Windu28%C-3PO22%Which Revenge of the Sith Character are you?created with QuizFarm.comdarth mother fucking vaderi kick so much ass</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/111752608350339926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/111752608350339926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2005_05_29_archive.html#111752608350339926' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-111291154351542725</id><published>2005-04-07T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T15:05:43.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"wow scott, thats a great story.  i wanna go take over a small middle eastern country now."jacob, after me telling him something.  which i'm sure had absolutly no relevance what so everwell, i'm here again.   which is suprising seeing as its only been like 2 weeks since my last update.  but the loverly ms.swoo axed me to do it, and i could never say no to her.  so whats new in my little world.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/111291154351542725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/111291154351542725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111291154351542725' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-111152659093339642</id><published>2005-03-22T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T13:23:10.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"your son is gonna come out as a spug"me talking to jason, about the dirocitory names it will be called.hmmm, well, hello all.  certainly have missed you.  time to catch up.  a little over a month ago there was a bowling outting, which was fantastic.  i had such a blast.  lately, lots of bars. i've seen melissa a few times, which is great, cause shes a lot of fun to hang out with.  and i get to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/111152659093339642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/111152659093339642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2005_03_20_archive.html#111152659093339642' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-110568373820604999</id><published>2005-01-13T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T22:22:18.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"if i had a car, i'd like live in your bathtub""hahaha i'd have to move your jesus sticker over there""so people would know who the fuck i am""exactly"me talking to danielle, about living in her bathtub.ok let me splain.  its full of stuffed animals and quite possibly the comfiest thing EVER.  ok so i told the swoo i'd update so i am.  a few days late mind you, but i had nothing to say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/110568373820604999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/110568373820604999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110568373820604999' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-110376736932213412</id><published>2004-12-22T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T18:02:49.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sorry people no quote today, even tho i had a good one the other day...to all my friends,i'm sorry.  i'm sorry to all those who i've hurt, disappointed, upset, or even sadened at anytime.  i realize now, how you feel, as i have done all these things to myself aswell.  i dont really know what i'm trying to say, but i feel that its very important that i say it.  i dont even know if anyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/110376736932213412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/110376736932213412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110376736932213412' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-110066089812001840</id><published>2004-11-16T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T19:08:18.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Few people understand the psychology of dealing with a highway traffic cop. Your normal speeder will panic and immediately pull over to the side. This is wrong. It arouses contempt in the cop-heart. Make the bastard chase you. He will follow."courtesy of melissa, as she really wanted me to update, and i cant do it without a quotehowdy.  hows it goin all?  i'd like to be able to say that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/110066089812001840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/110066089812001840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110066089812001840' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-109689753689615373</id><published>2004-10-04T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T06:45:36.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"fuck my colon exploded"dave on the top of the scree on mount burstallwell i'm back, and for the most part alive.  i hurt a lot, but it was soooo cool.  i'll show the pics to whom ever wants to see, they are beautiful, for the most part.  so i got my diploma the other day.  and i started to wonder, what could the last 12 years really have been worth, if they can just stuff it into a mailbox.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/109689753689615373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/109689753689615373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109689753689615373' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-109665015090680399</id><published>2004-10-01T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T10:02:30.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"...thats all that is.  its eyes, and lips, and assholes and horse cocks."frank my boss, talkin about donairsok so hows ya been?  me 2.  i havent really talked to many ppl lately, but i've been super busy.  i've worked 10 out of the last 11 days, and now i am going hiking for 3.  good advice for those not part of the fulltime work force...DONT BE.  its horrible.  i worked 85hours almost in the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/109665015090680399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/109665015090680399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_09_26_archive.html#109665015090680399' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-109562673979562274</id><published>2004-09-19T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T13:45:39.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"i cant even highlight message the sims"jeremyif anyone can figure out what the hell he ment, plz tell me.  ok so friday was tons o fun.  i'm convinced we need to make an independant movie.  maybe one where the cart doesnt brake under my fat ass.  so we gotta start planning our next outing, cause i realized how much i miss the entire group being togetther.  new topic.  my computer is ordered, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/109562673979562274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/109562673979562274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_09_19_archive.html#109562673979562274' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-109467002446520177</id><published>2004-09-08T11:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T12:00:24.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>fuck.  i put some time into it and right something that really means something and the fucking thing doesnt publish.  god dammit.  now i'm pissed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/109467002446520177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/109467002446520177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109467002446520177' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-109466964405297738</id><published>2004-09-08T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T11:54:04.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"here i go again on my own."white snakeits like they new exactly how i feel.  except there old and were on crack.  schools back in, and everyones there.  off doing there own thing.  college or maybe returning to high school, but me.  insted i took the path of money.  and even though its nice to be able to buy things, i really miss all my friends.  not that i want to be back in high school.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/109466964405297738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/109466964405297738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_09_05_archive.html#109466964405297738' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-109280566033597235</id><published>2004-08-17T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T22:07:40.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"so i was thinking last night, you know how you look like?""ummmm peter poklington?"well ya never know, i mean i could look like him...right?so whats up everybody?  hope all your summers are going well.  mine isnt too bad.  i work a lot.  and i'm tired a lot, but i still find time to go out.  my birthday is on thursday, so i gotta talk to ppl and make the final arrangements.  it should be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/109280566033597235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/109280566033597235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109280566033597235' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-109159859282677665</id><published>2004-08-03T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T22:49:52.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"what days i got off this week?""i dunno u tell me"me talking to devon, apperently sleep deprivedwell, i told melissa i would update so here it is.  life is good.  days go by slow at work sometimes, but other than that its pretty sweet.  altho i'm gonna have to work with out billy for a few weeks, and thats gonna kill.  man, moisturizor is yucky, it makes your hands feel all funny, but its so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/109159859282677665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/109159859282677665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109159859282677665' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-109104150744059410</id><published>2004-07-28T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T12:05:07.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"i like going for long walks on the beach with my ladies"the creepy guy at the atikokan "internet cafe"k so whats up?  me nm, leaving here tomorrow be home friday.  hopefully see everyone again soon, maybe an ice cream trip, i could go for one of those.  i just spent 5 days at a lake with out a real shower, it was beautiful, however i stank of of bug spray.  i cant wait to be home, for many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/109104150744059410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/109104150744059410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109104150744059410' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-109037471929516885</id><published>2004-07-20T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T18:51:59.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"for every hello theres a thousand goodbyes, and leaving is harder when i look in your eyes."captain tractormeans a lot to some ppl, others not so much.  and its true.  well, i'm in ontario, sitting in a motel lobby, aka an "internet cafe" which it isnt cause i dont have a latte.  i could realy go for one about now.  but i gotta go, cause i just realized how long i've been here (like an hour),</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/109037471929516885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/109037471929516885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109037471929516885' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-108978101722363878</id><published>2004-07-13T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T21:56:57.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"no me is there.  so what am i know? do ray me fa so, i'm so."jeremy- all fucked upso.  schools out, i havent talked to many ppl.  but there are some that i have.  i do have some great exciting news, but seeing as no one updates or, i am prosuming, reads these now, i'm not going to put it on here.  if you really want to know...catch me on-line, which may be hard as i am leaving for 2 weeks on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108978101722363878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108978101722363878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108978101722363878' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-108813189168992116</id><published>2004-06-24T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T19:51:31.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"yeah, the alcohol can take the place of yor blood, rather than having to work its way in."mewell, i dunno what to say.  school is done.  toast day is over, and was great might i add.  teachers were impressed with the idea, students marveled at the fact that we were so smart, or maybe stupid, i dont know for sure, and we all had a good time.  will i ever see any of u again?  yeah, grad, after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108813189168992116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108813189168992116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108813189168992116' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-108778576787362222</id><published>2004-06-20T19:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T19:42:47.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"i wonder what fox tastes like"me"hmm lets move to australia and ask one of the rabbits"tiffanyoh the ppl you meet on the internet.  so i saw that jeremy today, hes coming to after grad, now i have to talk to adam again tomorrow (turns out there are only 2 lepaks in the st.albert phone book, his mom and his dad) and tell him we have another car.  after work friday i have to go to melissas, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108778576787362222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108778576787362222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108778576787362222' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-108778576687754603</id><published>2004-06-20T19:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T19:42:46.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"i wonder what fox tastes like"me"hmm lets move to australia and ask one of the rabbits"tiffanyoh the ppl you meet on the internet.  so i saw that jeremy today, hes coming to after grad, now i have to talk to adam again tomorrow (turns out there are only 2 lepaks in the st.albert phone book, his mom and his dad) and tell him we have another car.  after work friday i have to go to melissas, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108778576687754603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108778576687754603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108778576687754603' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-108727178594874514</id><published>2004-06-14T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T20:56:25.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"i dunno, i'd think a humpless camel is more of a short necked gerrafe""it's be closest to a lama or elpaca"me talking to brocky.  i know, i cant spell, wanna fight about it?so you ppl all officially suck.  UPDATE DAMMIT.  i'm so upset with all of you.  but now on to matters that matter.  so i might have a jib, thats right mw back in the work force.  lube-x called me today sos i have to call </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108727178594874514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108727178594874514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108727178594874514' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-108606690034797146</id><published>2004-05-31T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T22:15:00.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Any gaurd wil do."tiffanyso two in two days,  new record.  go me.  so i really hate to have to do this,  but i think it needs to be done.  now i hate doing it on here, but it looked like fun.  i think we all need to grow up.  quite obviously, this has escelated to a thing that basically rotates around 2 ppl.  not to say that there aren't more involved, but mainly it focuses around kayla and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108606690034797146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108606690034797146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108606690034797146' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-108597445999534594</id><published>2004-05-30T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T20:34:19.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>" I'm not an alcoholic, I'm a drunk! Alcoholics go to meetings!"our good friends at www.dumbbumpers.comand one for them smart kids (brocky)"Alcohol and calculus don't mix. Never drink and derive."again www.dumbbumpers.comok so it looks like i've found a new favorite website.  so dont be suprised if random quotes start poping up in posts.  so hows life for those who aren't me.  i'm sure its</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108597445999534594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108597445999534594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_05_30_archive.html#108597445999534594' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-108312346305925388</id><published>2004-04-27T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T20:41:51.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are a great person that loves to be aroundothersWhat type of person are you? brought to you by Quizillajust thought i'd add that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108312346305925388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108312346305925388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108312346305925388' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-108312222085438578</id><published>2004-04-27T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T20:21:09.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"God huh? My imaginary friend's name is BoBo."the great ppl at www.dumbbumpers.comso its been a while, and i'm bored.  so incase you havent talked to me in like two weeks.  wrestling was sweet-tastibulous.  and the punisher only KICKS ASS.  i've seen it twice now and i plan on seeing it again, that will tie my old record of three for goldmember. wow that seems so sad now.  so whats up with the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108312222085438578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108312222085438578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108312222085438578' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-108190944132983107</id><published>2004-04-13T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T19:27:51.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok.....so vance is no longer dead, but he has gone MIA.  Posters have been made, and there is a reward for his safe, or not, return.  i am so bored, i am going to do sarah woos super long blog-a-fied thing. here we goFULL NAME: Scott Alan James MitchellNICKNAME: Scatty, hey you, fucker, uh, i know theres more, but there so hard to think ofGENDER: maleAGE: 17BIRTHDAY: August 19th, 1986STAR</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108190944132983107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108190944132983107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108190944132983107' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-108162351311608688</id><published>2004-04-10T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T12:02:18.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> x ] The story behind your msn screen name - um...i just kinda thought of it one day[ x ] Are you a lesbian - HELL YEAH [ x ] Where do you live - st.albert?the happiest place on earth [ x ] 4 words that sum you up - insane, funny, crazy, spontaniousDESCRIBE YOUR [ x ] Wallet - black leather[ x ] Hairbrush - hair brush? [ x ] Toothbrush - crest spinbrush...go lazyness [ x ] Jewellery worn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108162351311608688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108162351311608688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108162351311608688' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-108120400224439025</id><published>2004-04-05T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T15:30:21.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If You Were a Dragon... by ciambawildcatHuman Name:Dragon Name and Title:Oposs of RainDragon Size and Color:Small BlackDragon Deity and Allignment:Chronepsis- NeutralDragon Age:214Dragon Hoard:$335,707,503Created with quill18's MemeGen 3.0!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108120400224439025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108120400224439025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108120400224439025' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-108120288858578895</id><published>2004-04-05T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T15:11:47.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is a good quote for you? by grlinteruptedNameColorSay what??"You know what your problem is?-Your Stupid!"Created with quill18's MemeGen 3.0!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108120288858578895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108120288858578895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108120288858578895' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-108120274149275340</id><published>2004-04-05T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T15:09:20.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Edit Account Settings - Most Popular Users - Most Popular Memes - NEW Search Memes - List My Memes - Help me!Welcome to Memegen 3.0!Welcome to our new server! If you are having problems creating user accounts or memes, please e-mail me!I'm very sorry for all of the flipping between the old server and this one. My new hosting company was working out some issues. Please check your memes to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108120274149275340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108120274149275340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108120274149275340' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-108120265254781414</id><published>2004-04-05T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T15:07:51.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Superhero Persona by couplandesqueYour NameSuperhero NameThe ArmadilloSuper PowerImpeccable HearingEnemyThe Ex-GirlfriendMode Of TransportationGiant Hamster Named SkippyWeaponTacosCreated with quill18's MemeGen 3.0!so is my all night taco restaurant crazy now, oh i dont think so.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108120265254781414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108120265254781414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108120265254781414' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-108071574716139934</id><published>2004-03-30T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T22:52:38.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"...or maybe the pineapple is crazy and your just immune to it.""you could win pineapple survivor."melissa, oh melissa you so crazzzzy.so it sarah woo talks like me, as does melissa from reading her msn name.  but thats good, that means soon we'll all have pineapple imunity.  so how is everybody.  were all good i hope.  i am much better than i was the other day.  i can tell that sarah and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108071574716139934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108071574716139934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108071574716139934' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-108058936750671135</id><published>2004-03-29T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T11:46:16.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"if life were like abox of chocolates, everything would taste really good."me, in my boredomso i'm extremily bored.  I need something to do, and its only the first day of spring break.  i think i'm dying.  i spent a couple hours last night doing on-line quizes.  some of them were pretty cool, others licked nuts.  sp how is everybody? uh huh, oh really, cool, and i'm sitting here on my own FUCK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108058936750671135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/108058936750671135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108058936750671135' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-10802550521280408</id><published>2004-03-25T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T14:54:16.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"ashley has a gf, ms cromp must be jelouse."me talking to my peppshey all, whats shakin?  i'm doin alright i suppose.  been better, but still pretty damn good.  i'd like to state, for the record, vance is a joker, a smoker, and now a mid-night toker.  wow i use a lot of commas.  thats kinda scary.  so, i've hit a spot of termoil, but nothing anyone needs to hear about, i wont make people read </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/10802550521280408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/10802550521280408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#10802550521280408' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-107868379997875659</id><published>2004-03-07T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T10:26:20.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"i found your nine iron bitch"snoop dogg as huggy bearok, so i saw 2 movies yestarday. one of them kicked ass, the other well licked ass.  if you want to see a good movie, see starsky and hutsh.  it is the best move ever.  so funny.  and then theres passion of the chist.  its 2 hours of nothing, there is some good make-up work when hes getting beaten, but thats abiut it, oh and theres a really</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/107868379997875659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/107868379997875659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107868379997875659' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-107853814271086859</id><published>2004-03-05T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T17:58:40.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A thousand for one cylinder" clint "so seeing as theres 24 cylinders, that would be $24000" ryan "No a thousand dollars for just one cylinder" clint "so 24000 $ for all of them" ryan "NO a 1000 $ for ONE cylinder" clintclint agruing with ryan about piston ring pirces, and making himself look even more retarded"theres no battery"clint, pointing out that theres no battery, when theres no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/107853814271086859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/107853814271086859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107853814271086859' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-107560190659049211</id><published>2004-01-31T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T18:20:39.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hooray for new skins</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/107560190659049211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/107560190659049211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107560190659049211' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-107552697758476782</id><published>2004-01-30T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T21:31:49.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"i'll beat the shit out of a drunk customer, bash his head into the door and almost throw him over the belcane, but i wont fight with her in my studio."James the tatoo guyok so in response to kylas latest blog (jan 27 i think):Care bears are still on?  holly shit.  i love that show.  it was awesome-tasti-fabulous when i was a kid, so it could only be better now.  ha bet you thought i was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/107552697758476782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/107552697758476782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107552697758476782' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-107369197268008203</id><published>2004-01-09T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T15:47:56.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"i'm one step away from being an alcoholic, and 13 steps away from being a recovering alcoholic"meso certainly has been a while.  shits alright i suppose.  i got stuff on my mind again though.  its not easy thinking about lots of stuff at once, but hell.  one day it'll all be figured out, then i'll pick up my guitar and play, just like earlier today, and later today, and tomorrow, and everyday</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/107369197268008203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/107369197268008203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107369197268008203' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-107224095796105233</id><published>2003-12-23T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T20:43:59.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"wow thats a wall"me running in to a wall...againok first, kayla...remember the party, out little discussion, about certain individuals.  i'm sure you do.  cause everyone else who was there will.  so i am going to hold you to what you said there, not only because i share the feeling, but because i am your friend and i want whats best for you.  on to other things...i have quite the conundrum, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/107224095796105233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/107224095796105233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107224095796105233' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-107182689694090496</id><published>2003-12-19T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T01:42:52.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"So they said to him, 'i'm a gonna fuck you up'."me talking to sarah about kruschevholly hell its been a long time since i've done this.  so right now i'm at tara's party is pretty much over, but i'm staying up, i figure seeing as we are going to school tomorrow i need a good drinkin.  i'se got the crazt bad macho flows goin on right now, and my head feels like its totally not attached to my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/107182689694090496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/107182689694090496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107182689694090496' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-106790033772502649</id><published>2003-11-03T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T14:59:12.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"grow some balls grelli, even if it is just for one day."me to the obviousok...friday was awesome, but, vance only played for like 30 seconds, which sucked.  the other bands did well, especially james' band, very well done.  saturday went and saw scary movie 3 with b-rock, not a bad movie.  Sunday, well, was like everyother sunday.  next weekend i work, but i still might go get my tatoo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/106790033772502649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/106790033772502649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106790033772502649' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-106695956459701977</id><published>2003-10-23T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T17:08:30.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/106695956459701977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/106695956459701977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106695956459701977' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-106557639728253532</id><published>2003-10-07T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T18:26:37.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'll do the countdown soon.so i have been told by a source, one of many, that sarah and kayla have made a poor choice, so indeed i will have to be having a chat with step commrad woo woo, and kayla.  on to a lighter topic, vance laney has an idea, instead of backwards being yarr, it should be hence forth.  i think its a great idea, then there is no repetition of sounds in the words.  and people</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/106557639728253532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/106557639728253532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106557639728253532' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-106489538862130251</id><published>2003-09-29T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T21:16:28.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>192 days, 1 hour, 57 minutes, 35 secondsthe countdown continuesinteresting last few weeks, a lots of work, needs to be boycoted, i'm passing chem, lance is the best cheat helper ever, i can hide things in my mouth (not sexul) it was paper.  oxygen is fun, t&amp;t smells funny, vance hits hard.  movies with large numbers of people are better than movies with small numbers of people.  spending money</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/106489538862130251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/106489538862130251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106489538862130251' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-106377218732461137</id><published>2003-09-16T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T21:16:27.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>209 days, 1 hour, 59 minutes, 15 secondsThe countdown is onso whats new, well i got a job, i cant seem to find my mouth with a fork, i'm seeing a lot more of lance and brock, which is a good thing.  i'm going to calgary on saturday, it's gonna be really fun, i think i'll be back sunday but i dont know when.  other than that theres not much.  but i got my hair cut.  i was extremely sad, but i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/106377218732461137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/106377218732461137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106377218732461137' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-106256414971848601</id><published>2003-09-02T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T21:42:29.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Come on Scotty move around a little bit, pretend i'm santa clause"god damn luboWhat is Your Destiny? by ValcionNameColorBirthdayDestinyDeath by Monkeys Date when you fufill your destinyApril 8, 2004Created with quill18's MemeGen! see the monkeys are out to get me, i'm not crazy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/106256414971848601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/106256414971848601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106256414971848601' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-105960555307721592</id><published>2003-07-30T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T15:52:32.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"you think your hot snot, but your not, your just a cold bugger hangin on a stick."auntie diana talking about al (a.k.a creampuff)oh di you are so funny.  ok al took a day off because he was getting drunk that night, and you know he couldn't just do it the next day, then he doesn't show up, and doesn't call, and he is an ass to ben, all the time, and he still isn't fired.  what the fuck.  work</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/105960555307721592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/105960555307721592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105960555307721592' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-105881323350865956</id><published>2003-07-21T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T11:47:13.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"you set your pants on fire, how the fuck did you manage that?"lubo questioning me on how i set my pnats on fire.vance, you appear to have gone through some pshycolgical termoil, you need to talk about it, call doctor phil he knows everything.  work is awesome, i get paid to do pretty much nothing.  i've moved up from dust bucket bitch to fire stick (also known as heat lance).  whitch is what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/105881323350865956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/105881323350865956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105881323350865956' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-105794903456554639</id><published>2003-07-11T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T11:43:54.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"i would call him a retard, but that would be insulting to them"another lubo classichow come theres bold, italics, but no underline.  what the hell is this.  the only one i ever use is the one thats not there.  work is hard, i think i'd rather be in school, but i'm not to sure yet.  oh before i forget, sarah you need to go on maury, or jenny jones, it could be like "my parents are overbearing,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/105794903456554639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/105794903456554639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105794903456554639' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-105753969078463590</id><published>2003-07-06T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T18:01:30.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"DUH which bush is for the boys?"a direct quote from lubo insulint shawn drule-chinSarah Woo i'm home and instead of calling you, i'm blogging you cause the phone is way over there *points to phone*.  sure it was only four days and i only worked on 2 and a half of them, but i got 32 hours out of it.  32 hours out of the 60 in 2 and a half days.  shawn drule-chin was the best part, we made fun </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/105753969078463590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/105753969078463590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105753969078463590' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-105668512533843998</id><published>2003-06-26T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T20:38:45.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"It takes one moment to prepare for eternity...Jesus, Yes or No?"NNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOi think these test things have me down.  I'm a Paranoid anti-social narcissistic serial killer who wastes money, is evil, and is only going to win time off for good behaviour.  but what the fuck is chinny, is it even a word?  i dont think it is, it doesnt sound like a real word.   Its not in the dictionary.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/105668512533843998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/105668512533843998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105668512533843998' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-95985706</id><published>2003-06-24T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T09:39:25.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DisorderRatingParanoid:HighSchizoid:LowSchizotypal:ModerateAntisocial:HighBorderline:LowHistrionic:ModerateNarcissistic:HighAvoidant:LowDependent:LowObsessive-Compulsive:Low-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/95985706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/95985706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95985706' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-95985519</id><published>2003-06-24T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T09:32:50.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very LowLevel 2 (Lustful)HighLevel 3 (Gluttonous)ModerateLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Very HighLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Very HighLevel 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/95985519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/95985519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95985519' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-95985102</id><published>2003-06-24T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T09:19:51.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>scottMagic Number17JobSerial KillerPersonalityMultipleTemperamentAn Oft-Exploding VolcanoSexualStraightLikely To WinTime Off For Good BehaviourMe - In A WordChinnyColourBrought to you by MemeJack</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/95985102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/95985102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95985102' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-95731153</id><published>2003-06-16T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T14:56:34.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so ok, i finished reading most everyones blog.  and fisrt, god dammit noel update, second, kelsey, you say i should "treat other people the way i want to be treated" but then you go bitch at everyone for anything, mainly kurt, does that mean you want people to bitch at you, or did you not think that through before you typed it out?  i think thats it for that.  on to important things, i learnt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/95731153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/95731153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95731153' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-95605385</id><published>2003-06-12T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-12T14:30:33.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Now everybody has got the choiceBetween hotdogs and hamburgersEvery one of us has got to chooseBetween right and wrongAnd givin' up or holdin' on"John Mellencamp- hotdogs and hamburgersfor once my quote acually ment something to me.  I had it all planned out, it was all going to work, then, like an idiot, i thought about it.  Thinking ruins everything.  I realized that killing London </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/95605385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/95605385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95605385' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-95571561</id><published>2003-06-11T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T18:29:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"thats re-tarded, wait y did i say re-tarded, its retarded""cause your re-tarded"me and vance, WAL MART parking lot, getting out of the car.  it was re-tardedtomorrow is june 12th, june the fucking 12th, and now it occurs to me, summer is upon us.  sure its a great releif, but what about seeing everybody everday, it just wont happen.  and then next year is our last year of school, what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/95571561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/95571561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95571561' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-95262005</id><published>2003-06-03T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T18:05:01.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i dont know y i'm updating, i really have nothing to saywait i got something, kurt i need your help, that damn add thing, i need to know how to get rid of it.  its making me mad.other than that i'm all out a things to say, tomorrow, practice, after school, early dismissal.  good day.  nothin else, done, fin, fineto, complete</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/95262005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/95262005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95262005' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-95126465</id><published>2003-05-31T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T11:04:05.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"this plant has been used for everything, from medicine to the american flag" Phish, Marajunadecriminialization eh, well what ever worksthat really has nothing to do with anything but i thought i would add it in.people are stupid, but not as stupid as mice, which brings me to my next point, really its not a point its more of a continuation, mice get scared to death far to easy,  then they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/95126465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/95126465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95126465' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-94719604</id><published>2003-05-21T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T20:53:09.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>that debate was sooooo boring.  holly shit, i thought i was going to die. kurt your not the only one that thinks that what lance said was stupid.  we all tried, just lance didn't want us there.  really if were not friends its not our fault, you left, you didn't want us around (lance).  stupid fucking people, if you would just listen to me it would all work out (new topic) (just so you dont get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/94719604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/94719604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94719604' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-94553673</id><published>2003-05-18T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-18T16:43:15.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>making money isn't as easy as i had hoped.  i made it, but then i spent it again.  so now i must scrounge.  save my money for hope it up.  being home is so much more boring than being out.  i've been home for about an hour and i think i'm gonna die.  damn people, go on line more.  i have to go find something to do before my head explodes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/94553673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/94553673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94553673' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-94520133</id><published>2003-05-17T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-17T19:40:27.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look at me i'm updating go mei have a question for london...on May 13th you said "Scott-you are the stupidest...open your eyes man...your missing out on something amazing!!!!"what the hell am i missing.  open my eyes too what, i dont get it.But, anyways, i'm trying to grow, but its real hard.  my legs don't know how to be long.  but even if i dont grow, i will practice real hard, and then i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/94520133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/94520133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94520133' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-93962372</id><published>2003-05-07T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T18:44:04.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>me work hard 5 days a week, sweeping garbage from the street.  come home not one book to read. Not nuf pictures for me see.  sit right down in favorite chair, wearing only under wear.  favorite night is saturday night, cause me can watch hockey fight. Me like hockey, Me like hockey.  Me no like pro basket ball, cause me short and they all tall, base ball slow like forset gump.  cept when robbie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/93962372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/93962372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93962372' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-93728975</id><published>2003-05-03T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T19:18:19.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i forgotNOEL UPDATE DAMMIT</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/93728975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/93728975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93728975' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-93728962</id><published>2003-05-03T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T19:17:54.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>london, sorry if i gave you the wrong impression, i don't absolutly "hate" you, if i did i would be plotting your untimly dimise, which i'm not.  Its more like, at times, you can be horrifically annoying, forcing me into a minor version of hate, still not plotting.  Last week was just one of those weeks.  But, you weren't the only reason that i wasn't going to go, as a matter of fact, you were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/93728962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/93728962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93728962' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-93263524</id><published>2003-04-25T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T14:34:39.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just gotta say something hereand i mean no offense, i'm just pointing something out.Kelsey you are such a fucking hipicrit.  If you want me to stop talking to you, stop talking to me.  I'm not trying to make things change, i'm just being polite.  Maybe your not used to that, but (according to the dictionary) its: showing good manners toward others, as in SPEECH.  I talk to you because you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/93263524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/93263524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93263524' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-93152317</id><published>2003-04-23T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T19:47:54.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>why was jeff fired?  it just doen't make sense.now who am i supposed to make fun of when i watch RAW.  Theres always goldust and his shittly acted terets but its not as easy.  G I L L B E R G- best wrestler everi do need to stop sniffing markers, my head hurt the rest of the day.  It really sucked, i need new sarah woo braclets.  vance broke won, then i broke one. now i only have...3.  i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/93152317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/93152317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93152317' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-93082886</id><published>2003-04-22T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T18:40:58.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If your name were Jesus, think of how many people would love you.  Its like...ahh...divisor...8.Thats a lot of people.  NOEL...UPDATE.  march 21st was far too long ago.  May 13 i do that testy thing, thanks to Brock for reminding me to call.  How long should these things for english be?  I know i can elaborate when i'm reading, but other people may not know what i am talking about.  I HATE THIS.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/93082886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/93082886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93082886' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-92049538</id><published>2003-04-05T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T10:22:25.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>london shut upquit your bitching, not every one is happydamn people need to blog.  you all suck</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/92049538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/92049538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92049538' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-92004520</id><published>2003-04-04T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T13:09:34.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so much to say but so much of it can't be said...yet.it would make things work again, but i'm gonna save it for the right time.  other than that, hitler didn't start stock piling bombs, the best technology then was the nuc, and germany didn't have any, his only stupid move was invading the U.S.S.R.  London you renownce your BELIEFE in god not you believe. Dr.phils words of wisdom:call your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/92004520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/92004520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92004520' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-91018273</id><published>2003-03-19T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T14:36:14.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>have a drink on merandom wordage.  ok so sarah woo, tomorrow i will have a suprise for you.  i would have had it today but i was lazy yestarday, tonight i wont.  god damn only 6 nails done, now it doesn't match.  so what else to say.  i guess thats it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/91018273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/91018273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91018273' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-90964521</id><published>2003-03-18T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T18:53:46.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>melissa stop steelin my catch phrase.  i'm the super slutty hooker, how did that come about.  how did i end up the hooker.  that doesn't make sense.  saturday saturday saturday, donuts donuts donuts.   string, string, string.  and you should never go into doing nails profesionally, nor should i for that matter, thank invisable man in the sky i found nail polish remover.  hehehe donut</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/90964521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/90964521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90964521' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-90902975</id><published>2003-03-17T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T20:55:23.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok so my prognosis... my this thing hurts (pointing to thing that hurts) and i blam it all on kurt.  but it was damn fun.  vance is so smart.  his blog is funny.  he like totalyy understands y people are happy.  he got it so right.  noel needs to update.  i'm not done talking about vance's rightnesss yet, but i guess i am as i have changed the subject.  i am now theorizing that we shalt be going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/90902975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/90902975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90902975' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-90629034</id><published>2003-03-12T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T20:01:41.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>:. Punk is also a young, untrained circus elephant.  :.greatest definition of all time.  :. &lt;---- look what i did, and i figured out the arrow all by my self</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/90629034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/90629034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90629034' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-90555030</id><published>2003-03-11T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T16:54:05.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>warning to all:if you are easily offended don't keep reading, or do and don't start bitching about how i offended you, not so much in this post, cause i don't think i'm gonna write too much offensive stuff. i think.  and also, there is nothing anybody can do about anything i say on here because it is a personal oppinion page.  just like everyone elses.personal thought o' the day: Iraq? Where </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/90555030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/90555030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90555030' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-90364730</id><published>2003-03-08T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T11:07:47.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>november 27th, that was a hell of a long time ago, so, lets play hardball.what the hell is wrong with you people.  its like you want to go throught this "lets pick sides" thing again.  Its fuckin stupid.  if you don't want to be near somebody, don't.  If you don't want to talk to them, don't.  its not that hard of a thing to figure out.  lance is the only one acually doing it the right way.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/90364730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/90364730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90364730' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-85195197</id><published>2002-11-27T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T20:37:14.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>life never seems so bleak until you realize, youve lost it all.one day your the king of the world.the next you just another nobody,trapped for eternitylost in space.thats the day when you wake up and realize, that it was all a dreamthere was never anythingyou always were and always will bea nobody</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/85195197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/85195197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85195197' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-85183881</id><published>2002-11-27T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T15:17:39.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wish i were dead.simple post. i wish i were dead</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/85183881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/85183881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85183881' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-85130137</id><published>2002-11-26T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T14:33:13.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am so bored right now.  i really could use something to do.  sigh.  i haven't been this bored in a long time.  "i have hours only lonley".  singin the song of my life.  Behind Blue Eyes, the Who.  great song.  i could clean my room it needs to be done, but that sounds even more boring.  I NEED SOMETHING TO DO!!!!ASSCRACKER</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/85130137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/85130137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85130137' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-85086533</id><published>2002-11-25T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T18:40:41.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Life is a game that no one wins"well i'm winning.  Life is acually going my way for once.  things are great, and i know that i'm not dreaming it all.  although it felt like  i was for a while, but tara told me that it was real.  According to driver training guy i have a speeding problem, but who doesn't go 20 over.  and residential areas, who cares.  its more fun in there.  thats about it, just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/85086533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/85086533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85086533' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-84982674</id><published>2002-11-23T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-23T14:03:50.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had a fan fuckin tabulus night last night.  And i want everyone to know that.  And now i am in the best mood ever, and it won't go away, cause i have cinamon gum, and altoids.  I now have a favorite night of the week, FRIDAY.  fridays rule.  lanny you doubted me, and i did that thing and then when i went to send it, it said it didn't recognize and email adress, so i went to look at them and i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/84982674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/84982674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84982674' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-84686365</id><published>2002-11-17T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T18:36:32.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damn its been a long time since i did this.  But i figured i should cause...well i dunno, i really have no reason, or anything to talk about.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY JERKASS.  you know who i'm talkin about.  your finally 16, took ya friggin well long enough.  Jesus.  i have no idea what to say, so i'm leaving and cartoons are starting soon, YAY cartoons.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/84686365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/84686365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84686365' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-84301947</id><published>2002-11-09T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-09T20:39:38.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No one knows what its like to be the bad man...to be the sad man, behind blue eyeswhat a great song, it totally expreces how people can see one a person as one thing when the person is the exact oppisite.  i think i have finally compiled my list of heros1. Steve Austin - meanest sob that ever lived2. Steve Erwin - dumbest man a live but intilled of love of reptiles in me3. Kurt - CRAZY4. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/84301947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/84301947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84301947' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-84027264</id><published>2002-11-04T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T15:06:17.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh life is good for once.i am in the absolute best mood of my life.i have never been happpier.  My entire day was good.  especially the end.  Kelsey and Kurt know what the hell i'm talking about, but thats it, no one else.  All my troubles have seemed to melt away it the last little while, i am completly relaxed (finally no risk of a heart attack).  WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/84027264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/84027264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84027264' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-83977141</id><published>2002-11-03T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-03T16:09:42.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok melissa we all know that it was you that was concerned.  And now you are trying to cover it up.  Well guess what its not working.  If you didn't give a shit YOU wouldn't have posted it in YOUR blog.  And i don't care if the football thing, football is all this city has, look at the hockey team, they suck.  so you chose to hangout with other people, no one cares.  and being a stuck up bitch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83977141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83977141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#83977141' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-83975671</id><published>2002-11-03T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-03T15:29:39.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i hate my life.finally i find someone that i want to ask out, but no. i'm to fucking stupid to do it.  god damn mother fucking me.  i hate it cause shes perfect, but i'm and idiot. a fucking retard.  is that spelt right, knowing me probably not. FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKwow i really feel better now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83975671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83975671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#83975671' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-83947723</id><published>2002-11-02T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-02T22:12:22.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh and kurt its not used to like you she still does</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83947723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83947723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83947723' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-83947677</id><published>2002-11-02T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-02T22:11:01.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok well kelsey said just about everything i wanted to but her starting wasn't what min was going to be so...STARTFUCK OFF YOU BITCH.  what is up you ass, or is it what do you want up your ass that you can't have.  Sure at one point i was mad, but lets face it people i have anger problems, and up until just recently i was always mad, but now i except things (thanks to my number roughly 7 hero </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83947677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83947677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83947677' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-83685532</id><published>2002-10-28T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T15:02:22.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like a dog with out a bone.  The doors totally rule, although there is speculation that jim morrison was gay, but i don't think he was.  95 hours until the hockey game, thats 5700 minutes, or 342000 seconds. That really doesn't seem like much, but i am really excited.  Some times ya feel like a nut.  I don't know why i said that. its odd how when your typing things just come out.  oh and i found </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83685532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83685532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2002_10_27_archive.html#83685532' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-83567170</id><published>2002-10-26T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T14:15:52.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Congratulations, you are George Christ, brother of Jesus. Although a little on the bitter side, you still love your mom and take care of your environment. You are also notorious for running around wearing only socks on the weekends."i thought jesus' brother name was al.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83567170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83567170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83567170' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-83566917</id><published>2002-10-26T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T14:07:21.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>apperantly i am a vancoverite, how the hell does that work.  i am the almost appidimy of a prarie boy. except i don't chuck hay bales and shit, cause i ain't none hick."i think i'll go out to alberta, weathers good there in the fall"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83566917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83566917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83566917' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-83566784</id><published>2002-10-26T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T14:02:47.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You get the FELL-IN-THE-DEEP-FRYER BARBIE!!You PYROMANIAC!!!!!! You love love love love fire. You like setting things on fire, includingpeople. You enjoy mass destruction and chaos within our world, and are nothappy with today's society. You seek friendship with those like yourself,and you're generally mean to people."pyromaniac barbie mother fucker.  now has this thig got my number </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83566784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83566784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83566784' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-83566458</id><published>2002-10-26T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-26T13:52:02.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Laney man, had the cops seen you walking around all crazy acting suspisious at 3 in the morning, i garundamntee you they would have come after you.  Then you would have had the scary side walking cops after you, and then i would laugh.  no more drugs for laney. they seem to be affecting his brain.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83566458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83566458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83566458' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-83545606</id><published>2002-10-25T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T23:54:18.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one more little tiny note, sarah i will still be satan, cause its fun people, try it. Evil is good.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83545606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83545606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83545606' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-83545063</id><published>2002-10-25T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T23:33:20.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ladies and gentlemen i Scott "Satan" Mitchell have a new out look on life. I have realized that its not the simalarities between my friends and i that make me like them, i like them for there difference, and who they are. Kurt and his crazy phsycotic unexplanable behaviour, kelsey cause she is ever so screwed up, its funny, laney cause well hes laney, he always nows what i'm thinkin, not like the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83545063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83545063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83545063' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-83529223</id><published>2002-10-25T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T15:55:08.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BBBBBBBBBBBAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHnow that thats over with, this was a fucky day, laney wasn't there in the morning but he was at noon, i felt like death first peiod then by second i didn't, armestead screwed my dodge ball team over, that short bastard, he pushes the end ball, the only one we ever get off the start, lets his team cheat.  And then bucyk told me that if i bought a cookie she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83529223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83529223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83529223' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-83479601</id><published>2002-10-24T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-24T14:36:47.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damn computers. everytime i get something done they find a way to fuck me over.  i had just finished updating and when i told it to "post &amp; publish", it decided to have an error. and it wouldn't let me reload the damn page, and now i don't remember what i was talking about...except (dream sequence)something about chuchs getting hit by tornados and race car drivers punching them selves in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83479601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83479601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83479601' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-83145308</id><published>2002-10-17T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T18:16:31.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>god damn tests...well not all of them, i mean i am Metatron king of angles, thats kinda sweet. but i am also a see no evil monkey a fuckin civic and a hufflepuff, what the fuck is a hufflepuff, is that like a brand of marshmallow?  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83145308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83145308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83145308' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-83143933</id><published>2002-10-17T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T17:40:36.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>old king cole was a marry old soul a marry old soul was he, he called for his pipe and he called for his bolw...i wonder what they were talking about.  why can't everyone be like old king cole, happy.  everyones mad at everyone, cause hats and cds and kelseys and screaming and its not fun. kurt and kayla and sarah and why cant you be fucking friends.  mary had a little gram, but all grams are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83143933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/83143933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83143933' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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-3841691.post-82813395</id><published>2002-10-10T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T15:58:18.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there, i hope you are all real happy cause i updated my mother fucking blog.  i'm not happy but how is that different from any other day.  great great now my fuckin music won't play. this has to be the shittiest day of all time.  go to the curling rink cause amanda says that we are supposed to curl tonight and we aren't and she doesn't show up.  i have shit loads of home work, like it will ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/82813395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3841691/posts/default/82813395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynewone.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82813395' title=''/><author><name>Scatty Matchell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12636280964851356253</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>
