<?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-8088480</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:28:51.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE: for Dummies v.2.0.</title><subtitle type='html'>A Policy on Life Lessons, Slaps in the forehead, Tripping on old rocks on the road and Getting up to try again.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-4700014848924380271</id><published>2011-06-09T06:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T06:53:11.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been a while</title><content type='html'>I am still alive, I swear. Just a little busy putting life together, getting used to married life and work and well... everything. Everyday is a learning opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, got to run. Starting to study for my P.E. (Professional Engineer) registration exam in April of next year. All the big books I got, it's just scary! It really intimidates, but I got to take it one topic at a time and I got plenty of time as long as I am consistent on a weekly basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - I have taken the liberty of changing the design of my blog to something that reveals my new-found passion for all things sports, and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave comments on what should I add to my website!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-4700014848924380271?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/4700014848924380271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=4700014848924380271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/4700014848924380271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/4700014848924380271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-has-been-while.html' title='It has been a while'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-4220176401563004386</id><published>2009-08-07T14:09:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T14:26:33.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"...UPDATE!!" - Danny "The Tourette's Guy"</title><content type='html'>I know I have not posted anything in a long time. Yes, i'm still alive - I just have a lot of things on my hand. Let's take this slow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update - for those who don't know, I got a new job in Columbus, Nebraska (where I now reside) and moved in February of 2009. I got to experience part of winter in the northern part of the US. I got to say it was new and exciting. Snow everywhere, and stone cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Oh yeah, I finally passed the damn F.E. Exam (that means that I am now an E.I.T. or Engineer in Training) in June and our wedding took place on July 3rd. I was so happy to see Das Roman Seele und Derek Hanslep my old buddies! It was 3 days that went a little to fast for my taste, I really wish it had gone a little slower so that I could have time to do things better. But that's just life, you get one chance and if you blow it - well, you got to move on and just try to be better the next day and learn from your mistakes. That's, well, just life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on a side note - I found an interesting website and I was able to come up with this cool map that shows what states I've visited in the US. Let's see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lived in Arizona for nearly 7 and a half years, went to California a couple of times when I was a kid to Disneyland. Flew to Florida when I was a kid, with my family, to go to Disney's Epcot Center in Orlando and to a cool Cruise Ship (I still remember it was called, "Fantasy" - the Boat). And well, drove to Nebraska through:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*New Mexico&lt;br /&gt;*Colorado&lt;br /&gt;*Nebraska&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way there (in 2007), and on the way back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kansas&lt;br /&gt;*Oklahoma&lt;br /&gt;*Texas&lt;br /&gt;*New Mexico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when I movd here, I have visited and driven by a couple times through:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Iowa&lt;br /&gt;*South Dakota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to go to Minnesota. So, count it and also include Wisconsin when I went with Ashley, Nicole &amp;amp; Jordon to buy Fireworks and Cheese at &lt;a href="http://www.blcheese.com/"&gt;The Bass Lake Cheese Factory&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Minnesota&lt;br /&gt;*Wisconsin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, how could I forget! Been to Las Vegas a couple of times (we got married there first!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nevada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now looking at the map:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates/statemap?visited=AZCACOFLIAKSMNNENVNMOKSDTXUTWI" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/myworld66"&gt;Click here to make your own map of the U.S.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - where have YOU been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS MATES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-4220176401563004386?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/4220176401563004386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=4220176401563004386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/4220176401563004386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/4220176401563004386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2009/08/update-danny-tourettes-guy.html' title='&quot;...UPDATE!!&quot; - Danny &quot;The Tourette&apos;s Guy&quot;'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-3891658322665863354</id><published>2007-12-15T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T20:47:49.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, My name is Jorge Hernandez, and I'm a Bridge Designer!</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone. I would like to give you all the great news that I started on my first full-time post-graduation job as a Bridge Engineer for the &lt;a href="http://www.azdot.gov/Highways/bridge/Staff/BgDesignB.asp"&gt;Arizona Department of Transportation's Bridge Group&lt;/a&gt;. I want to thank everyone who told me to keep it up and told me to keep my hopes up, I did and it paid off! I finally have a great job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I would like to thank the one person who stood by me, supported me both emotionally and most of the time financially while I found this job: Ashley. I love you babe! This would've been WAY harder than it was if it wasn't because of you. I love you so much and I can't thank you enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, I'm going to bed because i'm an old man and I have to get up at 4:30 am every cot-damn day to go to work. So, I'll enjoy my weekend the best way I can: Sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-3891658322665863354?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/3891658322665863354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=3891658322665863354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/3891658322665863354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/3891658322665863354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2007/12/hi-my-name-is-jorge-hernandez-and-im.html' title='Hi, My name is Jorge Hernandez, and I&apos;m a Bridge Designer!'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-7274411710242678564</id><published>2007-09-14T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T15:44:43.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Million Little Resumes</title><content type='html'>Well. Today I went on my 3rd interview, now to &lt;a href="http://www.hdrinc.com/3/default.aspx"&gt;HDR Inc.&lt;/a&gt; this morning, and I don't know why, but I feel exhausted. I mean is not like I did a whole lot today but I just can't explain why I am so god damn tired. Sheezh! Maybe I'm just getting old. But, I gotta thank Ashley for driving me there this morning and being there for me. I wish I could be half as supportive with her as she is with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get back to her apartment, and I change into regular clothes, and I just feel how my body crashes... aha! That's what It is! I'm crashing because of the coffee I had this morning! That's why!... maybe I should go make myself a sandwich or something. Anyways, so I started reading this book Ashley borrowed me: &lt;a href="http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/0104061jamesfrey1.html"&gt;"A Million Little Pieces"&lt;/a&gt; and despite of all the facts that most of the book is a bunch of made up stories.. it still leaves you with a message and it still sends TO ME a message, a very clear message: THIS IS WHERE PEOPLE WITH ALCOHOL AND SUBSTANCE ABUSE END UP. And yeah, even though the narrative and the narrative description of his vomit and fecal matter, and expletive thoughts are sometimes a little too much, well my friends - so is life. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Life can be too much. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes life can feel overwhelming. &lt;br /&gt;And Sometimes Life hits you not once - but maybe three times at once, where it hurts the most. But there is always a message in the end: Stay strong, stay focused and believe in yourself. Because, if you don't believe in yourself - no one will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with this said, I get up from this computer and I get on to search for more jobs. Send more resumes. Get more interviews. Don't stop until I get where I need to get: Employment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers my friends, and may God (or whatever your higher power is) be with you.&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-7274411710242678564?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/7274411710242678564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=7274411710242678564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/7274411710242678564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/7274411710242678564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2007/09/million-little-resumes.html' title='A Million Little Resumes'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-4411404872770055492</id><published>2007-08-27T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T15:34:02.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;     Well, It's been about 4 months since my last post... I think(?) and well, this summer I took Statics once again and then went on to experience the hardest class ever in the history of all classes because, if I was giving my 100% on that class and I got a C... has to mean something, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H61JScTmBSU/RtNQwyIQtRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ervcoP0_sss/s1600-h/Grad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103511601761269010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H61JScTmBSU/RtNQwyIQtRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ervcoP0_sss/s320/Grad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     Anyways, well I got great news: I'm no longer in College, BECAUSE I'VE FINALLY GRADUATED!! My degree has been awarded, and now I can be called George E.I.T. or Ingeniero Hernandez, or something like that... I have a B.S.C.E. (Bachelor of Science in Civil Engineering) and I'm proud that, after all the shit I've been through, and all the years of being a careless, drunk-ass, stupid, irresponsible &amp; inmature person... I still managed to got back on my feet, and got the oportunity to learn more about myself and to finally understand that there are bigger things in life than to get completely plastered, lose control of my person and to irresponsibly do things without thinking of the consequences. There is actually many, many bigger things in life than that! Like ... my relationship, my family, friends, traveling, learning new languages, see the world... things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;     Wow, how deep! I apologize for rambling a lot, I'm just putting out all my thoughts about life, and just putting in "paper" what I want to do in my lifetime. Right now, I'm in Job Search mode and I'm not gonna stop until I find a job in a civil engineering firm and get myself on a stable job routine. Then, paying bills and paying debts, getting a car, an apartment and my own furniture, etc. Then on to live my life, cuz like my brother once told me: "life after college, is only the beginning!" and I agree, it feels like finally life is about to start, so.. here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dOEVVihCyRU"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dOEVVihCyRU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;     Enjoy this video, because this song was stuck in my head back in december of 2006 when I walked for my graduation... How I wish I could turn back time, and not do all the stupid shit that I did last semester... but God has its reasons, and he knows why I had to go through it, and I know that like my friend Derek would say:"It was a learning experience bro, just a learning experience."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah, that seems right...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-4411404872770055492?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/4411404872770055492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=4411404872770055492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/4411404872770055492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/4411404872770055492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2007/08/graduation-day.html' title='Graduation Day!'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H61JScTmBSU/RtNQwyIQtRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/ervcoP0_sss/s72-c/Grad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-1019058954345118572</id><published>2007-06-22T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T00:36:53.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got Another Thing Coming!</title><content type='html'>Well, the gig didn' work as I thought it would. I mean yeah, we played live but at Derek's house and by the time we all picked up the guitar, Derek was drunk and there was way too many people. I know I'm loud, but there are limits... I can't sing on top of about 50 drunk people just screaming (not talking, cuz when you're drunk you're loud) but I still tried, sang like 3 tunes and my voice just gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since we haven't performed live cuz of finals, stress of finals and a lot of fucking drama. People being mean, people being stressed and putting it on other people, stuff like that. Right now, 8 of my friends left to Europe on a month long road-trip, Derek moved to Scottsdale for a month, Tobias went to Norway for the summer, Lufthansa (Roman, my german ex-roomate) went to Berlin for the summer too and well, this summer has been boring so far. Nah, I'm just kidding how can it be boring? Ashley &amp; I are still in town and we've been hanging out all the time. She's been busy with her new full-time job and I've been busy with both a return to the great Arizona Student Unions and with a summer class. &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H61JScTmBSU/Rnt7mSwVSLI/AAAAAAAAAAo/djVPo_ZJiRM/s1600-h/fgh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078788902590171314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H61JScTmBSU/Rnt7mSwVSLI/AAAAAAAAAAo/djVPo_ZJiRM/s320/fgh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What else can I say? Life is good, Life is great, and I don't think I can ask for anything more right now. I love my girl, I love my life, and no matter now bad things go as long as I have my family and my babe by my side....well, It can't be that bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Karma, I've done my part... and everything seems to point to you doing your part. So keep it coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night people, and remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS MATES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-1019058954345118572?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/1019058954345118572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=1019058954345118572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/1019058954345118572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/1019058954345118572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-got-another-thing-coming.html' title='You Got Another Thing Coming!'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_H61JScTmBSU/Rnt7mSwVSLI/AAAAAAAAAAo/djVPo_ZJiRM/s72-c/fgh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-6045816589264682518</id><published>2007-04-23T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T16:13:01.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April's Foolishness</title><content type='html'>Back again with a new background. New information...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ...and new stories have developed! I am finally performing with a couple of friends at Bentley's Coffee Shop in Tucson, Arizona. I am just waiting for The Hammer to post the damn pictures on facebook to pass 'em over to this page and load them up. The first weekend we played, we did some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Audioslave - Getaway Car&lt;br /&gt;* Oasis - Wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;* ...and some other folk artist (I let Derek just play this one by himself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   The second weekend we brought more people over and played an open mic closer with 6 songs! We played more funky music like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Tom Petty &amp; The Heartbreakers - Last Dance with Mary Jane&lt;br /&gt;* The Joker Medley (It's the Steve Miller Band's song, but with a bunch of 80's hip-hop covers right in the middle)&lt;br /&gt;* David Gray - Babylon (I played the Djembe), and another song I can't remember that I also played the djembe with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Last week was a little more layed back with songs 4/20 oriented like some:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Ben Harper &amp;amp; The Innocent Criminals - Burn One Down&lt;br /&gt;* Metallica - Mama Said&lt;br /&gt;* Jack Johnson - Bubble Toes&lt;br /&gt;* Rufus Rainwright - Hallelujah (With Jamie, Carolyn, Thor's Hammer, Derek &amp; I singing verses)&lt;br /&gt;* Again we played our Joker Medley and included this time our special rendition of  Snoop Dogg's "Gin &amp;amp; Juice," Sublime's "What I Got," etc.&lt;br /&gt;* ...I think we played another song but I think I blacked out... I think haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This week we're practicing a couple new songs, and an old one that we already played when none of our friends showed up (first day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Audioslave - Getaway Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eav7zG3YUvA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eav7zG3YUvA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Anberlin - The Unwinding Cable Car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P4zdP21ROT4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P4zdP21ROT4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* .. what you thought I was gonna tell you the whole thing? ha! better come check it out for yourself and see for yourself how good can we play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Anyways, school is almost over and well.. here I am trying to get this shit done. No job. No money. But more time to focus on stuff that I want to do like this, hang out with my friends, my babe and time to get my homework done. So far I got real good grades so, I'm just gonna keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Well that's good for right now so, until I get Hammer's pictures you'll have to do with my word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So Long!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-6045816589264682518?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/6045816589264682518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=6045816589264682518' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/6045816589264682518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/6045816589264682518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2007/04/aprils-foolishness.html' title='April&apos;s Foolishness'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-6578052762270862995</id><published>2007-02-20T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T12:34:28.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Edition of: "Before and After"...</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, I know I haven't posted anything new in a while. I apologize, I happen to have a life now so.. deal with it. Anyways, I would like to make a little excersice in comparison and contrast with how I used to be and how I am, and what things haven't changed. Shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H61JScTmBSU/RdtJfooVxsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p3W-k8NOJyQ/s1600-h/Before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_H61JScTmBSU/RdtJfooVxsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p3W-k8NOJyQ/s320/Before.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033697816348051138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me as I used to be; the good ol' brewski to the max.  Didn't care about anything but making excuses, thought I had a grip on life and everything that needed to be known. Used to find excuses to get drunk or free-time to do exacty that, just get drunk.  The only good thing about me that hasn't changed was my feelings towards my babe, I loved her and I still do. I thought I could "balance" drinking and partying and working and studying and thought I was doing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have no photo to put here cuz my activity has been reduced quite a bit since new years eve. But I'll put one where I know I was sober, clean and just being myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H61JScTmBSU/RdtLQYoVxtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MpmMCQO7MCA/s1600-h/After.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_H61JScTmBSU/RdtLQYoVxtI/AAAAAAAAAAU/MpmMCQO7MCA/s320/After.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033699753378301650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I randomly go out every now and then. Maybe once a week, maybe not at all.. I hang out with my babe every other day and mostly every weekend we spend it together. I go to church every weekend, I quit drinking and doing all sorts of illegal activities, I get nothing but good grades... oh yeah, and now I spend more time doing other things like driving to the phoenix zoo, going to a restaurant here and there, making dinner for me and my babe.. and get extremely tired at 10 pm. Also, I help my sister take care of my nephew... so I think you can tell the difference, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the only thing that hasn't changed since before new year's eve is my devotion for music, my passion for learning new stuff and to learn new ways to improve myself (that is, be a better person everyday), and my love for my babe, Ashley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to guess that I have finally taken a turn on life, not the other way around...  So I'll catch y'all on the flipside. New adventures are coming, I can tell! ... Of a different sort that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, CHEERS MATES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-6578052762270862995?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/6578052762270862995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=6578052762270862995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/6578052762270862995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/6578052762270862995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-edition-of-before-and-after.html' title='A New Edition of: &quot;Before and After&quot;...'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_H61JScTmBSU/RdtJfooVxsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p3W-k8NOJyQ/s72-c/Before.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-7225307843166626722</id><published>2006-10-31T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T11:19:59.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Hugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr3x_RRJdd4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just feels right, we should all be able to do this without feeling ashamed. This is exactly what this world needs. A Hug to y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-7225307843166626722?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/7225307843166626722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=7225307843166626722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/7225307843166626722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/7225307843166626722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2006/10/free-hugs.html' title='Free Hugs'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-8308929987075548833</id><published>2006-09-14T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T16:27:00.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Calm Before the Storm...</title><content type='html'>Could God be finally on my side and making things happen? ...or is it me who's finally gotten a little straighten up and focused on graduating and getting a job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, Dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that right now I'm living one of the best weeks of my life alongside my party comrades, my new roomates, and well.. a lot of things have changed after this last summer.&lt;br /&gt;I still am Mr. Party God, don't get me wrong!!, but I know that I don't feel like getting shitfaced every damn day and trying to hook up with some random girl because, well.. I already have found someone special in my life. You know? maybe that's what it is... and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those days I spent just thinking that no one was ever going to be interested in me because I was a total disaster, I guess they made me change a lot of things that I didn't like about myself (for starters, the extra 30 pounds I dropped) like my behavior, my lack of responsibility, and... I don't know. I like it. I like the way It feels right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that I don't have to pretend many things anymore because that someone loves me for what I am and not for what I pretend to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's what we all look for in life, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Thanks for everything, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now that I have expressed my deepest thoughts... we're going to jump into other matters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE THE FUCKING MAYHEM THAT IS GONNA HAPPEN TONIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that the new friday is thursday. I used to be all excited about friday nights, but that was until I met Thursday night and all its monetary perks!! (2x1 Drinks!?? Heellooooo!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, man, man... I just hate working fridays at 10:45 am.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well y'all remember that tonight... God.. is a Dj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will open a new chain of restaurants: Thank God Is Thursday.. for College students only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS MATES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-8308929987075548833?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/8308929987075548833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=8308929987075548833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/8308929987075548833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/8308929987075548833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2006/09/calm-before-storm.html' title='The Calm Before the Storm...'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-115726452828491521</id><published>2006-09-02T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T23:22:08.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt River v.2.0. Part II: The Saga Continues</title><content type='html'>There I am riding in my buddy's Dodge Dakota. Windows down.  My head outside the window like a dog and screaming obscenities to pedestrians, bikers and other circulating vehicles as I, in a boast of self-indulgence, laugh at them with all my drunken-four-hours-of-sleep strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head over to his place to pick up the rest of the mad crew to head over to Salt River, as everyone's getting ready, I am there laying on the couch virtually feeling like shit. We leave and stop at a circle K where I stumble down to and buy a cup of coffee. This could've been really funny if I had spilled the coffee all over me.. but It didn't happen.  Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive to Phoenix was pretty uneventfull however I will say this: I passed out on the backseat sweating like a pig for the entire trip. When we finally got to Tempe, we stopped at a Bashas. Man, I've never been happier of taking a shit like this time. I guess the burrito finally caught up with my asshole and wanted out of that mothafucka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a Sandwich from the Deli department, flipped the guy at the cans aisle, paid for my sandwich and realized that my friends bought 3 30 Packs of beer that needed to get disposed of by the end of the trip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounded like a challenge for an already enhibriated person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to the Salt River ticket office I was already 3 beers deep and screaming  TUITAMA! TUITAMA! TUITAMA! FUCK A-S-U!!&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I need to tell you the rest of this story - ha! I think I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we rent our tubes and wait for our bus. I am now 5 beers deep.&lt;br /&gt;I am chugging beer like It's my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're on the bus now and I'm screaming as many obscenities as my bro Tom can tell me to scream. I just turned from a human being into a loudspeaker for Tom.  "Bitches ain't Shit but Hoes and Tricks!" I think I screamed that for like 10 times before I turned to a side and I saw a group of 5 girls with their mouths wide open- I tell them that If that ain't true they can suck my dick. Of course, if they do it would be considered self-defeat and I would've rested my case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're on the river now. I'm 10 beers deep. it's like it's friday night all over again.. except for the sun beating down on me. I keep chugging as my tube keeps floating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much kept this behavior for 4 hours, adding an insult here and there, a stupid joke here and there and ... probably a little nap somewhere in the middle. We got to the end of the trail, I think I drank around 20 beers. I am SHITCANNED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decide we need to eat at a mexican restaurant. We open the menu, and I see something rather peculiar: If you go to a mexican restaurant, you expect the mexican food to be cheaper than ordering a burger. I guessed wrong, and I ordered a burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ride back I started feeling the worst thing that could ever happen to a major drinker:&lt;br /&gt;- A DAYTIME HANGOVER.&lt;br /&gt;I am in pain trying to fall asleep through the pain, the sweat, the headache, the stomachache and the cold sweat. I get home, and take off my shirt only for my surprise I find out I am TOASTED. I don't think I've never been this sunburn in my life. I take a shower, shoot some advil and go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's the rst of the experience. I think the night before was better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, right now I am worried about better things like the fact that UA just kicked a bunch of mormon's ass in football 16-13 and I'm about to go celebrate at Maloneys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all take it easy.. and catch you on the flipside.&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS MATES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-115726452828491521?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/115726452828491521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=115726452828491521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/115726452828491521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/115726452828491521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2006/09/salt-river-v20-part-ii-saga-continues.html' title='Salt River v.2.0. Part II: The Saga Continues'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-115351686353130814</id><published>2006-07-21T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T14:21:03.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt River v.2.0 May 13th - PART I</title><content type='html'>So, I can't exactly recall what day was this but the most approximate date that comes to mind is May 13th, and we're gonna leave it like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story begins Friday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00 PM: I talk to Tom on the phone and tell him that I will be up by 9:30 am for the trip, and that I will not drink...too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah like that was gonna happen!! All week I was looking forward to this weekend to get drunk and then wake up with a little hangover and drive over to Phoenix (Tempe) to Salt River. By 10:30 I am a 40 oz. deep, like 4 coronas deep and I'm playing soccer out in the grass with some dudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By midnight, I am all the before mentioned beers plus like 3 more, then Miguel and Tobias (my buddy from Norway) show up and we find out that there are no parties around. We bounce to Maloneys. We get in around 15 till 1 am, and Tobias and I order a Liter of beer. Tobias is happy, I'm happy, we're all happy. Later on that night, I find Nelson (my venezuelan friend) around telling me to have one of his beers and a shot with him. The shot is called a &lt;a href="http://www.drinksmixer.com/drink11244.html"&gt;blowjob&lt;/a&gt; which fucked me up I think.. or maybe it was that damn last beer (Every drunk has to say that at least once in their lifetime, and I just have).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking..err, stumbling out of the bar we head over to our favorite food stand: &lt;a href="http://www.losbetosrestaurant.com/"&gt;Los Betos Mexican Food&lt;/a&gt; (I personally don't think the website gives enough credit to the real culture that surrounds this fastfood stand) A place where all college students come to pee right outside its doors, eat, get up and puke it right outside the store after a long night of drinking at the bars. I have more taste than puking, peeing or doing any of the before mentioned activities nearby the store. I go in, order my Carne Asada burrito, enjoy it then go home and pass out. And that exactly happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked in, I slurredly said that I wanted a carne asada burrito, payed it, then stumbled to the table. Ate the goddamn burrito with the greatest of attention, it almost looked like I was waiting for it to dissapear in my own hands and I didn't want to miss a bit of that moment. Then we drove home and I can't remember for shit how I exactly got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel someone slapping me in the face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jorge! Jorge!.. Oh my god you drunk motherfucker, Jorge! Wake the fuck up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom is right infront of me, he's laughing his ass out while picking up my bathing suit some shoes, a random shirt and my keys and wallet and putting it in a plastic bag. Allow me to illustrate the whole "scenery":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am passed out, my shirt is still on, my underwear is on, my pants are on my ankles, It looks like I sat down in my bed to take my pants off but passed out in the process of doing it and just leaned back and fell asleep. I have a massive boner. I'm heavily drunk still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I get up, get changed and I'm ready..well, let's leave it at "clothed"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how drunk I am, Tom tells me he had been knocking on the door for 10 minutes until trying to open the door (luckily, the door was opened) and walking into my room to find me passed out on my bed, with my underwear and a massive boner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to Tempe, while I was on the car I think I insulted 9 people on the street, yelled at a biker and laughed at someone's face.&lt;br /&gt;Tom was crying laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;How couldn't I? I was drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna stop for now and let you asimilate this information... there will be a part 2 coming soon with the rest of the trip. I got some other shit to do, so.. Stay Tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-115351686353130814?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/115351686353130814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=115351686353130814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/115351686353130814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/115351686353130814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2006/07/salt-river-v20-may-13th-part-i.html' title='Salt River v.2.0 May 13th - PART I'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-115347788178999583</id><published>2006-07-21T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T03:31:21.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Announcement from Your Favorite Blogger</title><content type='html'>I, Jorge, am in about 5 days about to return to the land of whores, alcohol, weed, parties, great friends and fun.. yes, I am about to return to Tucson for YET another semester of what seems to be the greatest college experience ever recorded by man, or by any man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intend of making this semester, one to remember.. or to forget. I owe THIS MUCH to all of you, and me of course, to make this yet another chapter in the book of Brewski. I shall have as much fun as College is able to provide me with, and I will return with the greatest of hangovers to record it for all of you to read, as I have done in the past 2 and a half years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, this doesn't sound like: "Oh! One more semester and Jorge is gone!" No my friends, au contraire!! Life after college, is only another chapter of life. One with many adventures to offer (and with a better pay rate may I add!) but of course with longer work hours and other things to focus on. But don't worry, Good Ol' Jorge has more stories for all of you!! At least another Ten years of Debauchery are here to come.  So, everyone, Drink - be merry! and DO NOT get married! YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with this! I shall say that there's a party waiting for me in Arizona just two days after my arrival and I intend of making the best out of it, then two days later I have a trip to Salt River in Tempe, AZ. to float on and drink on while I share my stories with my good ol' friends Tom, Danny, Chris, Amber, and whoever dares to tag along. Oh, of course, I didn't mention what comes with this! Well, while on the river I love to scream to ASU fans that their university sucks, that they suck, and that they can suck my dick anytime of the day, while I'm highly intoxicated... and running naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't post pictures, Please don't ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to say that I am now AN UNCLE and with that responsability I am to leave a legacy of all of this for my young nephew to learn: THE WAYS OF A COLLEGE STUDENT the way it should be done!!.. and hope he doesn't die of liver failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/1600/Brewski1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/320/Brewski1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With this, I leave all of you and ...I hope someone fucking reads this shit.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Godspeed to all of you and...for fuck sakes!&lt;br /&gt;SOMEBODY GIVE ME A BEER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS MATES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-115347788178999583?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/115347788178999583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=115347788178999583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/115347788178999583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/115347788178999583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2006/07/announcement-from-your-favorite.html' title='An Announcement from Your Favorite Blogger'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-115226076093706593</id><published>2006-07-07T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T01:26:00.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Road Trip Story... Not a Pleasant One</title><content type='html'>Well, usually when I tell a Road Trip story is usually a good one with lots of booze and drunk women involved.. but not this one. This one was supposed to be just a trip to Nogales, get my VISA and then continue the trip to Tucson...but something happend on the way there. This, is the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. There I am, in Nogales, after taking a 5 and a half hours long trip from Ciudad Obregon to Nogales, Sonora at 5:35 am. My VISA appointment is not until 9 am, so I have about 3 hours to burn. I decide to wait until 7 am rolls by to store my luggage at the bus station, and when it happens I store it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk over to the US Embassy where I am cited to, and there's a line already. It's 7:30 am and there's people there already, so I say: "what the hell", and I get in line. Next thing I know the line is moving and they tell me that it doesn't matter at what time my appointment is, I can still go in anytime as long as I'm in line. I go in about 8:30 am and by 9 am I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My is VISA approved, and I have to wait until 3 pm to pick it up. Let's see, I don't think math is needed in this situation, but I think it's 6 hours what I have to burn now? In a city I don't know? ahh.. boredom, here we come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very bored and I proceed to find the healthiest kind of food I can find. The choices are not very encouraging: Tortas de jamon con queso, machaca con (y sin) huevo, stuff like that... tacos? fried chicken? So, I pick 3 tacos de carne asada on tortilla de maiz and a 1.5 Lt. bottle of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 11 am and I'm bored out of my ass. I decide to take a nap. That only lasts about 45 minutes until one of the twenty or so flys hovering around the people sitting right next to me. I get up and decide NOT to puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 1 pm and I think I've counted 4 people who came to ask for money to feed their family or to catch a bus or to get something to eat. I helped the first person, but the other 3? I don't think I can take care of the entire cavalgade. So I go to the bathroom, and I come out ready to go get in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 1:45 pm and I'm outside the US Embassy. I get in line and they ask me if I'm here to pick up my tourist visa, and I reply: "No, I'm here to pick up my student VISA" and she tells me: "Oh, yours are not to be picked up until 3 pm" Yes. I know I said , 2 pm.. that's what the person in the counter told me, and this lady tells me at 3 pm. So I step off and go talk to the guy selling raspados across the street. I spent the next hour and a half seeing the other side of town getting rained on like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2:45 pm, some people come to ask me if we can get in line and I tell them to not do so until 3 pm rolls by, and after a couple minutes of talking they tell me they're also students. One of them ends up being a Wildcat, just like me! from the University of Arizona. I'm so psyched, and now I know that's probably the only moment in the next 24 hours that I will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we get in line at 3 pm, pick up my freakin' VISA and leave around 3:30 pm to go catch a bus to get to Tucson. I get on such bus at 4:30 pm. By 6 pm we get to the border, and we proceed to stand in line AGAIN for AN HOUR. Finally my turn comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer: So, a student huh? Ok. Oh, wait.. you can't come in yet.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What? Why?&lt;br /&gt;Officer: The law says you can't get in the country, only after 30 days prior to beginning of classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm getting desperate and I can see now that I will have to take another 5 hour trip to come back home and wait for another 20 days to try again!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh crap, so I guess I gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;Officer: Yeah man, the law it's the law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take my sorry ass back to the bus, get my shit and walk back like 500 meters until I find a taxi. I go back to the fucking bus station I've been for the entire day, get a bus ticket to get home and I get on it. It's been a fucking lousy freaking day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, we're driving back and we stop at a restaurant to have dinner. We stop there for about an hour, I'm pretty pissed off. We finally leave, and we're not even 50 meters away from the parking spot we were for the last hour, and the bus chokes and stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see If I can make this clear:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fucking bus... fucking broke... we're stranded on some town... in the middle of nowhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to God I can't make up this shit, this really happens to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we wait for another bus to come by and pick us up. Thank god that wait only lasts for like 15 minutes and off we go. I fell asleep but I think I slept for like 6 hours, and I woke up in Ciudad Obregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total time in trip:      30 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Total time awake:      27 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Total time sleeping:   8 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Degree of tiredness:   4&lt;br /&gt;(on a scale from 1 to 5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Epilogue:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I finally get back home, I call my brother on the phone at 5:30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jose Antonio: Bueno?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Heyt, ya llegue.&lt;br /&gt;Jose Antonio: A tucson?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, a Obregon.&lt;br /&gt;Jose Antonio   A la madre! Que te pasó? No te dejaron pasar?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, hasta que sean 30 dias antes de que empiezen las clases.&lt;br /&gt;Jose Antonio: Chale wey&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ya se, puedes venir por mi?&lt;br /&gt;Jose Antonio: No traes dinero?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mmm.. Si?&lt;br /&gt;Jose Antonio: Mmmh, agarra Taxi. Al rato te hablo por telefono.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Mhh (Just like saying, god dammit) ok pues.&lt;br /&gt;Jose Antonio: Sale, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the freakin' taxi. 60 Bucks. Pay the fucker, and get a shower, call my mom, call my uncle. Let everybody know of my embarassing story. And then pass the fuck out until 2 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, If you don't mind I shall resume being "passed the fuck out" for another ten hours. So, until I get another "happy" or "blogworthy" story again you'll hear from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just like Tucker Max would say: "I hope they serve Beer in Hell."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-115226076093706593?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/115226076093706593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=115226076093706593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/115226076093706593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/115226076093706593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2006/07/another-road-trip-story-not-pleasant.html' title='Another Road Trip Story... Not a Pleasant One'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-115073940105529412</id><published>2006-06-19T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T10:50:01.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story About Me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;form action='http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php' method='post' target='_new'&gt;&lt;table border=1 bordercolor=#efefef cellspacing=0&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=center colspan=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question1' value='TELL+ME+ABOUT+YOURSELF+-+The+Survey'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type1' value='2'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jorge A. Hernandez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question2' value='Name%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type2' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;May 23rd, 1982&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question3' value='Birthday%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type3' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Obregon, Mexico&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question4' value='Birthplace%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type4' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Current Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tucson, Arizona&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question5' value='Current+Location%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type5' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question6' value='Eye+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type6' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dark Brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question7' value='Hair+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type7' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;5' 10"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question8' value='Height%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type8' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Right&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question9' value='Right+Handed+or+Left+Handed%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type9' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Heritage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spanish, Hungary, and there's also some mexican indian or somethin' mixed in there&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question10' value='Your+Heritage%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type10' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Runnin' Shoes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question11' value='The+Shoes+You+Wore+Today%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type11' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Weakness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm too good of a person&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question12' value='Your+Weakness%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type12' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Fears:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be 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name='question16' value='Your+Most+Overused+Phrase+On+an+instant+messenger%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type16' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fuck.. where are my pants?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question17' value='Thoughts+First+Waking+Up%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type17' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;My face&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question18' value='Your+Best+Physical+Feature%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type18' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Bedtime:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;'bout 12 or 1 am&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question19' value='Your+Bedtime%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type19' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Dad being Alive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question20' value='Your+Most+Missed+Memory%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type20' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question21' value='Pepsi+or+Coke%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type21' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Burger King&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question22' value='MacDonalds+or+Burger+King%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type22' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Single or Group Dates:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Single&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input 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align=right&gt;Do you Smoke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question27' value='Do+you+Smoke%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type27' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Swear:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fuck Yeah!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question28' value='Do+you+Swear%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type28' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Sing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes! I was in the choir&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question29' value='Do+you+Sing%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type29' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you Shower Daily:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yeah&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question30' value='Do+you+Shower+Daily%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type30' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Have you Been in Love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question31' value='Have+you+Been+in+Love%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type31' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you want to go to College:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dude.. Been there for 6 years&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question32' value='Do+you+want+to+go+to+College%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type32' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you want to get Married:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eventually&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question33' value='Do+you+want+to+get+Married%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type33' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you belive in yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question34' value='Do+you+belive+in+yourself%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type34' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question35' value='Do+you+get+Motion+Sickness%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type35' 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value='In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+a+box+of+Oreos%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type46' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question47' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+Sushi%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type47' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wanted to.. but No&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question48' value='In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Stage%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type48' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question49' 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Boy/Girl..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question59' value='In+a+Boy%2FGirl..'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type59' value='2'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Favourite Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blue, Gray&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question60' value='Favourite+Eye+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type60' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Favourite Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like Blondes and Brunnettes (depending if I want to party or something serious.. in that exact order)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question61' value='Favourite+Hair+Color%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type61' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Short or Long Hair:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Medium?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question62' value='Short+or+Long+Hair%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type62' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;&gt;5'10"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question63' value='Height%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type63' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Weight:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;less than me, definitely&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question64' value='Weight%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type64' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Best Clothing Style:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;Casual, Stylish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question65' value='Best+Clothing+Style%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type65' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question66' value='Number+of+Drugs+I+have+taken%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type66' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of CDs I own:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;about 30.. but I have a lot of music in my PC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question68' value='Number+of+CDs+I+own%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type68' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of Piercings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;0&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question69' value='Number+of+Piercings%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type69' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of Tattoos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;0&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question70' value='Number+of+Tattoos%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type70' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign=top align=right&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align=left&gt;&lt;b&gt;too many to count&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='question71' value='Number+of+things+in+my+Past+I+Regret%3A'&gt;&lt;input type='hidden' name='type71' value='1'&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan=2 align=center&gt;&lt;input type='submit' value='Take This Survey'&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/create-survey.php'&gt;CREATE YOUR OWN!&lt;/a&gt; - or - &lt;a href='http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/paid-surveys.php'&gt;GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-115073940105529412?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/115073940105529412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=115073940105529412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/115073940105529412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/115073940105529412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2006/06/story-about-me.html' title='The Story About Me..'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-114609358136260569</id><published>2006-04-26T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T16:24:30.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Chipotle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/1600/chipotle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/400/chipotle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever says they CAN have enough.. should be shot.&lt;br /&gt;I Love this shit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMmmmhhh.. so fuckin' hungry..&lt;br /&gt;No, i'm not drunk. I'm bored and... very hungry for some odd reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever suit anyone, I will ask for a lifetime supply of Chipotle Burritos...&lt;br /&gt;they will have to pay all the burritos I eat, forever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, seriously! If you have EVER gone to a Chipotle store you'll know what I mean:&lt;br /&gt;Your choice of Burrito, Fajita Burrito (Substitution of Beans for seasoned Bell Peppers and Onions). Burrito Bol (..Bowl) or Tacos (Hard or Soft, your choice) or Salad (In a plate with lettuce), and your choice of Carnitas, Chicken, Steak, Beef, and some other seasoned Beef (Very good!). The condiments are three styles of salsas, (Mild, Medium &amp; Hot, this last one has corn in it..), cheese, cream, and lettuce.   Oh my god...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/1600/chipotle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/400/chipotle2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Take me there. Now.&lt;br /&gt;This is no poetry, seriously, come pick me up and take me there! I'm Hungry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-114609358136260569?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/114609358136260569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=114609358136260569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/114609358136260569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/114609358136260569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-love-chipotle.html' title='I Love Chipotle'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-114586402014257366</id><published>2006-04-24T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T00:33:40.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An entry into the Journal of my Life</title><content type='html'>I write this just to learn,&lt;br /&gt;to understand, everything&lt;br /&gt;about you, about me&lt;br /&gt;about pain, about love,&lt;br /&gt;about life, about death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How everything connects,&lt;br /&gt;how opposites attract,&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes repel.&lt;br /&gt;How everytime I stand, I have to fall&lt;br /&gt;How eventhough it feels right, I might be wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that,&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't have a clue&lt;br /&gt;Where I am, Who am I, Why I'm here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't life ridiculous?&lt;br /&gt;We're here because someone wanted us here...&lt;br /&gt;yet sometimes we are not wanted, but we're still here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come when we love someone,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we're not loved in return?&lt;br /&gt;How when we want peace,&lt;br /&gt;we have to fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is Life&lt;br /&gt;There's up and downs&lt;br /&gt;How interesting it is&lt;br /&gt;that nobody remembers of the good old days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come everything I think of&lt;br /&gt;are the very things I live for?&lt;br /&gt;Yet I don't do anything to change my ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so hard to walk a road that has no map&lt;br /&gt;a way that has no certain end?&lt;br /&gt;If God was standing next to me,&lt;br /&gt;I would ask him to point me the way to go.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;After asking all thse questions&lt;br /&gt;I realize that we are all lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody really knows where they are,&lt;br /&gt;Where are we really going?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the end of the road?&lt;br /&gt;Is there an end of the road?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even for people who are recuperating&lt;br /&gt;from a hopeles life of addiction,&lt;br /&gt;they are still told to plan ahead, to help them,&lt;br /&gt;for nothing further than the next 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so much for help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-114586402014257366?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/114586402014257366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=114586402014257366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/114586402014257366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/114586402014257366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2006/04/entry-into-journal-of-my-life_24.html' title='An entry into the Journal of my Life'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-114544243159068789</id><published>2006-04-19T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T03:27:11.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Raised my Head and Stared, into the Eyes of a Stranger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/1600/OM2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/320/OM2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newest Queensryche album is out!! the Sequel to 1988's best prog-rock metal album: Operation Mindcrime, Operation:Mindcrime 2 is out since April 4th!! ... and i'm on a quest of getting it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of Nikki, a young man corrupted by power when he joins an underground organization at the time of the Ronald Reagan regime. Corrupted with all the killings and "jobs" he's being handled, forgets what he wanted at first...all he wanted was the corporate america to pay for all of their crooked business, and ended up being betrayed by Dr. X .. Here is where I don't get it clear.. Does Dr. X kill Sister Mary? or does he and he can't remember? Because in the end it all sounds up as a set up: They kill Sister Mary, a reformed prostitue who Nikki becomes obsesed with even though his mission is to kill her and the Priest who saved her from prostitution (who happens to also take advantage of her as a "payment" you would say). Anyways, on this sequel, Nikki gets out of prison and is determined on getting Dr. X and getting revenge and finding out what happened. Most reviews say it's a good album.. We'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted in a while, but all I gotta say is that teh more I drink, the better I do in tests.. seriously i don't know how that works.. but yeah, it just does. So, I leave you with this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///c:/windows/TEMP/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/1600/Vica%26Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/400/Vica%26Me.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was a bad-ass pool party! with 8 Kegs, Dj's from KRQ and lots and lots and lots of drunk women...the basketball team was even there! Cheers, I'm out..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-114544243159068789?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/114544243159068789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=114544243159068789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/114544243159068789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/114544243159068789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-i-raised-my-head-and-stared-into.html' title='And I Raised my Head and Stared, into the Eyes of a Stranger!'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-114367573580778092</id><published>2006-03-29T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T16:42:15.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of drink am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Appletini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmixeddrinkareyouquiz/appletini.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, you're a typical party girl / guy.&lt;br /&gt;But when you get super sauced, you really up your sex appeal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right, i'm an appletini.... that soudns kinda gay, hold on.. let me try again.. I'll change uhhm, instead of "love to drink, dance and flirt" to .. "You're the life of the party - you put on quite a show" ... now I am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Mai Tai&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmixeddrinkareyouquiz/mai-tai.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't a big drinker, but you'll drink if the atmosphere is festive.&lt;br /&gt;And when you're drunk, watch out! You're easily carried away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, wait.. i actually drink a lot more often.. Oh! I see where the problem is:&lt;br /&gt;I'll change, "My perfect springbreak: Going fucking insane in Cancun"&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Margarita&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmixeddrinkareyouquiz/margarita.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aren't just the life of the party, you are the party!&lt;br /&gt;You mix a good drink, bust out some great music, and know how to get down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's more like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my question is: &lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatmixeddrinkareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mixed Drink Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-114367573580778092?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/114367573580778092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=114367573580778092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/114367573580778092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/114367573580778092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-kind-of-drink-am-i.html' title='What kind of drink am I?'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-114184682770867604</id><published>2006-03-08T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T12:40:27.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Springbreak-a-palooza</title><content type='html'>I started working out again, and it's a lot of pain! After almost two months of not working out, drinking a lot, and trying to play basketball, i've lost all the strenght I had and gained like 10 pounds. So, what am I gonna do? Well, keep working out, what else?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I will go see &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0454841/"&gt;The Hills have Eyes&lt;/a&gt; a remake of Wes Craven's 1977 film. It's supposed to be really good... I expect it to be after a couple of beers haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go to Rocky Point with all the crew the first three days of springbreak, but there were not enough funding for such trip, so I've decided to stay, make an extra couple bucks here and wait for St. Patrick's day. Day that I will spend drunk as hell all day!.. well, probably not all day, but all night? Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.seoulshamrock.co.kr/wpe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.seoulshamrock.co.kr/wpe1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will kinda look like this... in my mind.. and my liver.. except for the korean dudes... I'm sorry for the shitty picture, but that's the bestI could do instead of putting a fucking shamrock four-leaf clover... fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho. I hope y'all have a fun, drunk, stupid springbreak and .. come back and tell me about it. Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://twinpeak.club.fr/DavidHasselhoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://twinpeak.club.fr/DavidHasselhoff.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... David Hasselhoff reminds you to be safe this springbreak, and to not shave your chest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-114184682770867604?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/114184682770867604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=114184682770867604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/114184682770867604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/114184682770867604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2006/03/springbreak-palooza.html' title='Springbreak-a-palooza'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-113985755611905816</id><published>2006-02-13T11:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T12:05:59.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My life in Pictures</title><content type='html'>I'm just posting because I'm bored and I got really nothing interesting to say. I might come up with something while typing. Mmmh, well I have found the new video of Mudvayne's new single: &lt;a href="http://content.streetwise.com/SW/MusicTeams/Mudvayne/sawII/2MUD_SAWdircut.mov"&gt;Forget  to Remember&lt;/a&gt; which contains clips from the new movie &lt;a href="http://www.upcominghorrormovies.com/movies/saw2.jpg"&gt;SAW 2&lt;/a&gt;, which looks like a pretty intense movie. Gotta check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yeah, I have nothing interesting to post this time but i'm just gonna post some interesting pictures of me and my drunken debauchery.  I hope you enjoy. Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/1600/G-Unit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/320/G-Unit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chillaxin' with a Bud Light in Salt River, Phoenix (AZ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/1600/no%20mas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/320/no%20mas.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you mix Bacardi 151 with your night drinking!&lt;br /&gt;Way too many Flamin' Dr. Peppers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/1600/bass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/320/bass.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rocking out some RUSH with the bass guitar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/1600/shots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/320/shots.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking shots with Boba Fett!!.. So Exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/1600/pimp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/320/pimp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting some lovin' from the Girls (Erin &amp; Angie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/1600/yeah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/320/yeah.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again, some lovin' from the girls (Jude &amp; Rachel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/1600/the%20bunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/320/the%20bunch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the Gang: Jude, Derek, Rachel &amp; Miguel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you heard of Miguel in old posts -- Refer to the play of the vodka chugging that ended with him calling on a sunday morning, driving to work (hungover as fuck) saying to me on the phone: "Never Again! Never Again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I think I spent enought time posting this shit so, i'm gonna do some actual WORK and study a little bit for Highway Geometric Design and my senior design. Brewski, OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-113985755611905816?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/113985755611905816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=113985755611905816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/113985755611905816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/113985755611905816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-life-in-pictures_13.html' title='My life in Pictures'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-113779069582312477</id><published>2006-01-20T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T13:58:15.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After a long time...</title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't posted anything here, but my life has been a little busy.. err drunk, lately. But It's all good, it's getting in shape and in control. Nothing really interesting has happened lately.. except for last night. This is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to the most rockin' fucking concert i've been to since I saw Megadeth/Dream Theater/Fear Factory/Nevermore/Symphony-X/Life of Agony/Etc.. on the GIGANTOUR last July: CKY &amp; AVENGED SEVENFOLD that shit was fucking tight!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/1600/CKY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/320/CKY.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, these guys walked in with less than a third of a bottle of Jack Daniels, all of them (I think) hammered, and opened with a couple of songs from their new album &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/B0009PLM4O/cky-20/103-3703994-9804660?dev-t=D2FWC10S6AA4QY%26camp=2025%26link_code=sp1"&gt;An Answer can be found&lt;/a&gt; and some old songs from the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00006JKA5/ref=pd_sxp_elt_l1/103-3703994-9804660?n=5174"&gt;Infiltrate.Destroy.Rebuild&lt;/a&gt; album, which it was cool and all. Chad (CiG) on the end of the second song puked in front of the crowd without missing a note, that was fucking ROCKSTAR right there, right? Wrong. They played only 6 or 7 songs and they left. They played probably a 30 minutes long set, which is fucking ridiculously short for a supporting act and for a band that is included in the ticket!! I thought it was bullshit, they didn't even got to play FAMILIAR REALM or DISSENGAGE THE SIMULATOR, or SUDDENLY TRAGIC which are my favorite songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, you can see where I'm going with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fear not...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/1600/live03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/320/live03.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; after 45 minutes of waiting and lights n shit setting up, the main act walked in.. and rocked the shit out of Rialto Theater and played songs like THE BEAST AND THE HARLOT, BURN YOU DOWN, and something that made me totally rock out for the rest of the night: They played WALK  by PANTERA!! that was amazing!! From beginning to end. No questoin about it, I was standing with my fist in the air ready for war screaming: RES!!-PECT! WALK!! ARE YOU TALKING TO ME!!? It was sick. I can't tell you how happy I was when they came back after the encore and played BAT COUNTRY to close the show!! -- Amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;These two guitar players are something to watch in the next couple of years, they will be big.. oh, they will!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically all I got to say is .. yaaay for good music! and YAY for going to O'Malleys - The Shanty - and Maloneys in one night and chuggin' pints like it's my Job!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/1600/Georgie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/320/Georgie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care people! Peace, I'm OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-113779069582312477?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/113779069582312477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=113779069582312477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/113779069582312477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/113779069582312477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2006/01/after-long-time.html' title='After a long time...'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-113469498360932487</id><published>2005-12-15T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T18:03:38.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, Winter Break!</title><content type='html'>Well, another year has gone by and i'm one year closer to graduation. But let's not talk about that.. Honestly, I have nothing interesting to share except for the fact that I'm chillin' right now, and listening to some &lt;a href="http://www.inflames.com/main"&gt;In Flames&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.stillremains.com"&gt;Still Remains&lt;/a&gt;. I had a good semester, I gotta say, I had a great semester. I got good grades, did almost ALL my homework, had fun with parties and all here at Northpointe, made really good friends and neighbors and specially I made it alive (Well, I can't say the same for my liver though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I leave y'all with this: .. yeah I got nothing. Have fun this break! Don't drink too much.. and if you do, holla at yo' boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS MATES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-113469498360932487?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/113469498360932487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=113469498360932487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/113469498360932487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/113469498360932487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/12/finally-winter-break.html' title='Finally, Winter Break!'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-113337077599728697</id><published>2005-11-30T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T10:26:49.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the crashing down of Hollow Years...</title><content type='html'>Well, after over a month of drunken debauchery, homework crunching, test studying and two projects with two more left (one from Transportation Engineering, and another from my Senior Capstone Design) I think is about time I update this shit, so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/1600/Slim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/320/Slim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, It's the first time I post a picture of me here, so HERE IT IS! This is the drunken son-of-a-bitch you guys have been reading! I hope you like what you see, and if you don't THEN GO FUCK YOURSELVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, the U of A got too cocky and lost to the worst team in the Pac-10, the Washington Huskies. Terrible. Then, also lost to ASU in the Territorial Bowl. What can I say? Told you so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basketball team it's starting on a left foot, yeah they're good, but I'm afraid we're not getting into the Elite-8 this year. Too many mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? Oh, well thanks for asking! It's been fun for these last 3 weeks, went to Mexico for Thanksgiving and spent ALL the time with my family, specially my brother. Now I'm back to T-Town and i'm only doing homework, eating, working, sleeping, doing projects, staring at the wall for hours (brain dead) and stuff like that. Not a lot of drinking cuz I got a GPA to take care of. But it's alright! December is coming and you know what they say, Beer tastes better when it's COLD! Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of you, take care, study and do what you need to do... then go out and get fucking shitfaced... and drink one for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace fuckers!,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/1600/Hell%20yeah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/320/Hell%20yeah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and CHEERS MATES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-113337077599728697?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/113337077599728697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=113337077599728697' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/113337077599728697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/113337077599728697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-crashing-down-of-hollow-years.html' title='It&apos;s the crashing down of Hollow Years...'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-113140167979029238</id><published>2005-11-07T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T15:14:39.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Biggest Upset of the 2005 NCAA Football Season</title><content type='html'>I didn't get tired of listening: "First Doooown, Arizona!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with a score of 52-14 The University of Arizona completely shattered UCLA's defense and scored 31 points in the first half and 21 points in the 3rd Quarter alone, to hurt the Bruins with 52 points in the final score.&lt;br /&gt;With 1:57 minutes left on the clock, most of the Zona Zoo student area was emptied into the sidelines of the field and chanting, five! four! three! two! one! .. The stadium seats emptied into the field to celebrate with the team a Victory that will remain in the memory of all of its students for the next 5 or 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/98/215/01_1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/98/215/01_1_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one of them rushing the field and greeting the players and hugging every single Arizona student I could find in my way and chanting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bear Down, Arizona!&lt;br /&gt;Bear Down, Red and Blue!&lt;br /&gt;Bear Down, Arizona!&lt;br /&gt;Let 'em know, let 'em know who's who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear Down, Arizona!&lt;br /&gt;Bear Down, Red and Blue!&lt;br /&gt;Go! Go! Wildcats Go!&lt;br /&gt;Arizona, Bear Down!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also scenes like this one by Senior Mike Bell made my waiting for a year like this worthwhile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/98/215/02_1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/98/215/02_1_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen this team struggle through bad coaches, bad times, reaaaally bad beatings and after all these years with the help of Mike Stoops, this team has become what now we know as the 2005 Arizona Wildcats. Beware Sun Devils, cuz your ass is next!! .. after Washington, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the important highlight of this weekend, but I would like to say taht I got so completely destroyed Friday night that I couldn't wake up to tailgate on saturday. What a shame.. I could've been drinking all effin day on Saturday and showed up drunk to the game and probably enjoyed it twice as much. But it's cool, I had a good time both days anyways.   Damn, I went one-on-one on shots with a friend and after tackling a friend indoors, screaming, running and hollering I blacked out and passed out on a table outside the apartment. That was goooood times!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, That's what I did. What did you do this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;This will be a 4 day week! So, on Thursday night i'm gonna get obliterated drunk and then friday, saturday all day.. oh, my goodness! We're going camping with copious amounts of alcohol.. I hope the high elevation help us get twice as drunk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Oi! Oi! Oi! to everyone!.. and remember:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BEAR DOWN ARIZONA!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-113140167979029238?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/113140167979029238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=113140167979029238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/113140167979029238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/113140167979029238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/11/biggest-upset-of-2005-ncaa-football.html' title='The Biggest Upset of the 2005 NCAA Football Season'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-113113754738313730</id><published>2005-11-04T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T13:52:27.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit happens when you're retarded or some shit like that..</title><content type='html'>This week was just like the beginning of the semester: Monday to Friday quite sober. I couldn't believe this! But, well it's over and it's HOMECOMING WEEKEND. Okay i'm just rambling and I think I need to get my ideas in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I hope somebody still reads this shit cuz i'm getting kinda tired of trying to keep it updated. Please, write comments! I wanna know what you think about me ... actually I don't really care, I mean this is sorta like my way of letting all the shit inside me to come out and get out of my system; So I couldn't care less if you like it or not, but here I am writing anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we got that out of the way, yeah I've been sober for 5 days and what can I say? It's nice to take care of business like homework and all that shit without having to worry about being hungover..but those days are over cuz some crazy ass fucking shit is gonna happen this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we speak, I have a water bottle filled with Jungle Juice -- made with Everclear. So It should be quite a SHORT night. Hahaha... But what the fuck! right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut the fuck up and Drink! I'll see ya next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers Mates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-113113754738313730?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/113113754738313730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=113113754738313730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/113113754738313730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/113113754738313730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/11/shit-happens-when-youre-retarded-or.html' title='Shit happens when you&apos;re retarded or some shit like that..'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-113095399939630795</id><published>2005-11-02T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T15:18:14.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Words in an Empty World</title><content type='html'>Well, have you guys felt like you own the world for at least a couple days, then the next minute someone says something and your whole idea of wholeness goes to hell? Well, that was my last thursday. I hate when shit like that happens. So I got drunk this weekend in a bad way, I mean not to have fun but to forget. Not healthy if you ask me. I mean, I did have fun while I was in costume pretending I was "Murphy McManus" with my buddy Derek (Connor McManus) on friday night and saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little recount of this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh, what happened on thursday? Haaahahah it must've been a great night cuz I can't remember jack shit of that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god! What did I do on Thursday?... what the hell!? Uuuuhhhmm...Oh right, I drank with Jeez-us (Matthew Scarborough) like 3/4 of a Handle of Captain Morgan Spiced Rum! Yeah I remember now! It was supposed to be "Disco Fever Night" ... yeah, it was like drunkedness fever night cuz for five minutes I couldn't remember that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I didn't wake up for my 8 am class and when I made it to school I was still drunk! I made it to my 11 am class and everything was spinnning. It was awesome! Then after class, I felt like shit all damn day cuz I was still with like drunken munchies and stumbling around campus. Along came 1 pm and went to work; those were the longest 3 hours of my life trying to endure all that time without passing out on the desk cuz by then my hangover kicked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no worries! Along came 6 pm and Rum was among us! And a party somewhere around campus!! Dressed like Murphy McManus I got my drink on with Guiness. When we came back to Northpointe after that party, we kicked it at Derek's place. They started smoking some green and well, I got second hand smoke high... It was the weirdest thing cuz from one second to another i could barely talk! I was so high, dude! Anyways.. yeah, then around 3 am we drove to Jack in the Box, got some munchs and everybody went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Saturday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, waffles in the morning never felt this good!!&lt;br /&gt;Then back to bed to watch some college football madness, then to get some 3 orders of 2 Tacos for 99c and TO THE REC CENTER! I haven't been there in a while!!&lt;br /&gt;So, me and my buddy Tom went to work out like we used to last semester...we only lasted 12 laps on the track and 4 sets of Biceps.. like 45 minutes. Yeah, that pathetic I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there was a party a-brewing over at Northpointe, and shit got real!!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been this wasted in a while! So much Gin in that damn Juice!! I got killed in Beer Pong, drank all my respective losing beer and when I got out of that apartment, shit got a lot more real!! So I stumbled myself back to my apartment and that was pretty much it. Done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wake up and my sister tells me my oldest brother is in town, so we went to hang out all damn day! then Icame back to Nopo somewhere around 5 pm. There was a "movie hangover recovery day" at Courtney's, so we watched like 5 movies until 3 am. Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing interesting to say today, i'm a little off... so, wait for Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caption of the day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/97/50/00_2_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/97/50/00_2_1.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh.. those were the days. Optimal Stubble.. we miss you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-113095399939630795?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/113095399939630795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=113095399939630795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/113095399939630795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/113095399939630795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/11/empty-words-in-empty-world.html' title='Empty Words in an Empty World'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-113053982525445048</id><published>2005-10-28T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T15:50:25.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween...</title><content type='html'>7-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I need to say anything else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dip your balls.  Bitches Blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my record on Beer Pong on Wednesday night, and I made a lot of hopeless fools drink and enjoy a defeat while they were at it.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, I will be Murphy McManus.. Boondock Saints, this halloween all sinning souls will be punished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll leave with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And shepperds we shall be, for thee, for thee my lord, power hath descended forth from thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command, we shall flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomine patris, et filii... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/1600/Boondock%20Saints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5257/531/320/Boondock%20Saints.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et spiritus sancti..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoots and Scores. Drink.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-113053982525445048?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/113053982525445048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=113053982525445048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/113053982525445048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/113053982525445048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween...'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-112976009429326254</id><published>2005-10-19T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:45:07.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer Pong: The Sport of Champions!</title><content type='html'>Up until now I have never puked after a night of drinking. I always stop when my stomach says so. Anyways, well last week I took a little too more that I could handle in a beer bong and well, what came in, came right back out. Nothing more, nothing less.  I guess &lt;a href="http://hyperphysics.phy-astr.gsu.edu/hbase/pber.html"&gt;Bernoulli's Principle&lt;/a&gt; applies everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, i'm here to let you all know that I do not post this much often due to 14 credits of upper division Civil Engineering classes, Physics and 19 hours of Work all crunched before 5 pm from monday to friday. And cuz my pc at my apartment sucks balls. So, don't be all pissed off at me! Jus' drop by and lay down some lines for me. -- Show me some LOOOOOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This couple of weeks I've been hanging out with the Captain and his Keystone Light crew wrecking some havoc!! But an old old old friend stopped by the Football game on Saturday: Mr. Crown Royal! This canadian got me in trouble nearly &lt;a href="http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2004/10/do-you-have-some-captain-in-you.html"&gt;a year ago&lt;/a&gt; at a party at a friend's house where I got antiqued from head to toe cuz I passd out for like all night...with my shoes on. Well, this time it took an interesting turn, cuz instead of blacking out or doing some hellawicked shit, I got really pissed off out of nowhere and it was a bad trip all night long. that was saturday, but hell, these last 2 weeks i've been doing the "3 DAY EVENT" competition, like in the Olympics. Thursday, Friday &amp; Saturday. Funny thing is, that i wake up on saturday morning, I have waffles and i go back to the fridge to crack open a Keystone.  I think i gotta re-evaluate my timing, haha. This week i'm limiting my fun to Friday and Saturday only...maybe a little bit on thursday, but not like the last weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you have fun this weekend! and Let me know of anything interesting!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I am THE BEERPONG MASTER OF THE UNIVERSE!... well, under Rob. Rob my roomate beat the crap out of me in Beer Pong, 11 to 1. I drank the whole 40 oz. by myself. What a waste of time pouring it in 12 cups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I gotta go, but all of you take care of youz.. and i'll leave you with a caption of this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kstatecollegian.com/articles/1107756000/view/02.05.05.ae.drinkinggamesLEAD.ch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.kstatecollegian.com/articles/1107756000/view/02.05.05.ae.drinkinggamesLEAD.ch.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haayyoooo!!!!.... DRINK BITCH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-112976009429326254?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/112976009429326254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=112976009429326254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112976009429326254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112976009429326254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/10/beer-pong-sport-of-champions.html' title='Beer Pong: The Sport of Champions!'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-112812122651289852</id><published>2005-09-30T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T16:00:26.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting lazy up on this Biatch...my apologies.</title><content type='html'>Well guys, I'm sorry It took so long for me to write back but I've just been busy as HELL!!..&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I had a test on Electricity and Magnetism Theory (Physics) and Soils and Geotechnical Engineering. Today I anihilated one of them (Soils) and yesterday I took care of my Physics test. Hopefully i'll do fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was impressive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night: Havana Nights! It was great! everybody showed up, nothing broke and no cops showed... so I guess i was pretty lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night: I went to a Birthday party to Josh's house (a classmate from one of my Civil Engineering classes) and got quite drunk, then we went back to Northpointe and chilled for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Oh jesus! I woke up at 9 and went tubing on Salt River in Phoenix! it was the greatest experience EVER!! We are definitely doing it again next year! .. Then drove back to Tucson, took a shower and went to a birthday party where I got absolutely hammered/plastered/wasted however you wanna say it, drinking nothing but Absolut Vodka, Bacardi Rum, Jack Daniels Whiskey &amp;amp; Jagermeister. Incredible... until 6 am baby!.. it was soooooo hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Played tackle football with some friends and my roomate. It was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All week: I've been busy studying, working, doing homework yada yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I don't know what's going on this weekend, but whenever i put down my expectations I have a fucking blast! So, I don't know if there's anything going on this weekend, but one thing is for sure.. it's gonna be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers muthafuckas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little picture for the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bpong.com/pong_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.bpong.com/pong_logo.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a Sport Goddammit!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-112812122651289852?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/112812122651289852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=112812122651289852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112812122651289852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112812122651289852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-getting-lazy-up-on-this-biatchmy.html' title='I&apos;m getting lazy up on this Biatch...my apologies.'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-112733415975624004</id><published>2005-09-21T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T13:24:40.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVANA NIGHTS FLYER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.petticoatdreams.co.uk/media/DIR_53902/Dirty~dancing~Havana~nights~01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.petticoatdreams.co.uk/media/DIR_53902/Dirty~dancing~Havana~nights~01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derek's Birthday is Tomorrow, and we're throwing a "Miami Drug-Dealer Style" party we like to call: "Havana Nights Party".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apartment:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 631&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where?:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Northpointe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What to bring?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Something Havana Style, cotton pants, an open chest shirt, a golden (paint it gold, it's just a party! or unless you really wanna be gangsta, throw on a Gold Chain..Bling!) Chain and YOUR "A" GAME,..and style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll drink mojitos, dance for a while.. and maybe play some beerpong..or something. We'll figure something out! Maybe we'll jam some music.. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;JUST BE THERE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS MATES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-112733415975624004?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/112733415975624004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=112733415975624004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112733415975624004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112733415975624004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/09/havana-nights-flyer.html' title='HAVANA NIGHTS FLYER'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-112716803193708936</id><published>2005-09-19T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T15:17:42.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate random weekends</title><content type='html'>Well, what can I say? This was an "interesting" weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in a long long time, I didn't go out on Thursday night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, hold on..I did go out! It was the CEO &amp;amp; Corporate Hoes party..I dressed nice, with a tie and all.. to show up to a party with people half-assed dressed, girls with little to none clothing, and their boobs being signed with black markers. I was in heaven. I only had like three beers and I went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, I came back from school around 5 and went to Coffee Exchange for an intensive Electricity and Magnetism Theory homework doing for three hours... then I proceeded to get wasted. Once again, we played kamikaze-Pong and I got absolutely hammered after one game. We lasted until 3 am just talking, barely-standing and drinking and then I blacked out sometime around 3 watching Kung-Fu Hustle at Derek's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting enough, I woke up around 10 am wondering where the hell I was... I clearly recognized my location as soon as I opened my eyes, I was passed out at Derek's couch.&lt;br /&gt;So, I woke up, walked over to my place and took a shower. Then I got a marvelous Idea...Let's jump in the pool!! -- I quickly phoned Derek and Angie, and to the pool we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the pool, I went to the mall to hang out with my mom and my sister for a while. I was all day wondering about getting tickets for the football game, but It was clearly near to impossible, so I chose to stay home and watch it. But, there was a problem: the game was not going to be transmitted on TV, only on local and XM radio. From what I've been told, it was a great game, even though we lost. That night was a little weird because we were all tired from Friday night, so we went to bed early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I spent it at my sister's all day and at night I went to a Northpointe Pot-Lock with the pretty girls from room 1621. Someone brought Rum, and there was wine... So, later that night I was stumbling back to Derek's and we played guitar for a while. I wasn't drunk, I was just dizzy... damn wine, i hate it. We spent like an hour writing a paper for his spanish class, and then I went home to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Derek's birthday on Thursday, and there will be a theme party! HAVANA NIGHTS.. we don't know where is going to be, but there will be something going on!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-112716803193708936?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/112716803193708936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=112716803193708936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112716803193708936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112716803193708936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-hate-random-weekends.html' title='I hate random weekends'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-112680680871746164</id><published>2005-09-15T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T11:02:26.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lyrics of a Great, Great Song!</title><content type='html'>Here's the song I've been talking about for the last couple of weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da Vinci's Notebook (An A-Capella Group)&lt;br /&gt;"Another Irish Drinking Song"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gather ’round, ye lads and lasses, set ye for a while&lt;br /&gt;And hearken to me mournful tale about the Emerald Isle&lt;br /&gt;Let’s all raise our glasses high to friends and family gone&lt;br /&gt;And lift our voices in another Irish drinking song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consumption took me mother and me father got the pox&lt;br /&gt;Me brother drank the whiskey ’til he wound up in a box&lt;br /&gt;My other brother in the Troubles met with his demise&lt;br /&gt;My sister has forever closed her smiling Irish eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now everybody’s died&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So until our tears are dried&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then we’ll drink some more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We’ll dance and sing and figh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tuntil the early morning light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then go drinking once again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenny was killed in Kilkenny and Claire, she died in Clare&lt;br /&gt;Tip from Tipperary died out in the Derry air&lt;br /&gt;Shannon jumped into the River Shannon back in June&lt;br /&gt;Ernie fell into the Erne, and Tom is in the Toome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cleanliness is godliness” me Uncle Pat would sing&lt;br /&gt;He broke his neck a’slippin’ on a bar of Irish Spring&lt;br /&gt;O’Grady, he was 80 though his bride was just a pup&lt;br /&gt;He died upon the honeymoon when she got his Irish up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now everybody’s died&lt;br /&gt;So until our tears are dried&lt;br /&gt;We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink,&lt;br /&gt;and then we’ll drink some more&lt;br /&gt;We’ll dance and sing and figh&lt;br /&gt;tuntil the early morning light&lt;br /&gt;Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up,&lt;br /&gt;and then go drinking once again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Joe Murphy fought with Reilly near the banks of old Doneen&lt;br /&gt;He took out his shillelagh and he stabbed him in the spleen&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Uncle Mike believed he was a leprechaun&lt;br /&gt;-In fact he’s just a leper, and his arms and legs are gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Timmy Johnson broke his neck it was a cryin’ shame&lt;br /&gt;He wasn’t really Irish, but he went to Notre Dame&lt;br /&gt;McNamara crossed the street and by a bus was hit&lt;br /&gt;But he was just a Scotsman, so nobody gave a Shi..ARRGHH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now everybody’s died&lt;br /&gt;So until our tears are dried&lt;br /&gt;We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink,&lt;br /&gt;and then we’ll drink some more&lt;br /&gt;We’ll dance and sing and figh&lt;br /&gt;tuntil the early morning light&lt;br /&gt;Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up,&lt;br /&gt;and then go drinking once again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me drunken Uncle Brendan tried to drive home from the bar&lt;br /&gt;The road rose up to meet him when he fell out of his car&lt;br /&gt;Irony was what befell my great-grand Uncle Sam&lt;br /&gt;He choked upon the very last potato in the land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conor lived in Ulster town, he used to smuggle arms&lt;br /&gt;Until the British killed him and cut off his lucky charms&lt;br /&gt;And dear old Father Flanagan, who left the lord’s employ&lt;br /&gt;Drunk on sacramental wine, beneath the altar boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now everybody’s died&lt;br /&gt;So until our tears are dried&lt;br /&gt;We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink,&lt;br /&gt;and then we’ll drink some more&lt;br /&gt;We’ll dance and sing and figh&lt;br /&gt;tuntil the early morning light&lt;br /&gt;Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up,&lt;br /&gt;and then go drinking once again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(slower)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Someday soon I’ll leave this world of pain and toil and sin&lt;br /&gt;The Lord will take me by the hand to join all of me kin&lt;br /&gt;Me only wish is when the Savior comes for me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a tempo) He kills the cast of Riverdance, and Michael Flatley too!! ooi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody’s died&lt;br /&gt;So until our tears are dried&lt;br /&gt;We’ll drink and drink and drink and drink,&lt;br /&gt;and then we’ll drink some more&lt;br /&gt;We’ll dance and sing and figh&lt;br /&gt;tuntil the early morning light&lt;br /&gt;Then we’ll throw up, pass out, wake up,&lt;br /&gt;and then go drinking once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Well, and with this I leave all of yous and encommend y'all to be happy this weekend, enjoy your beer with yer lads and lasses, and be merry!!.. Oi! Oi! Oi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sláinte!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pronounced 'slawn-cha', meaning Health! A common toast in Ireland, the equivalent to ‘Cheers’)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. to everyone.. SLAWN-CHA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-112680680871746164?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/112680680871746164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=112680680871746164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112680680871746164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112680680871746164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/09/lyrics-of-great-great-song.html' title='The Lyrics of a Great, Great Song!'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-112658813697856267</id><published>2005-09-12T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T09:09:41.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love FAMILY GUY !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="2" cellpadding="10" border="0"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=" quiz_id="549"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#505a84;"&gt;Which Family Guy character are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#505a84;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quagmire&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;You love to have company with the ladies. You also would never let a large, powerful boyfriend get in your way. &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=" quiz_id="549"&gt;&lt;img alt="Personality Test Results" src="http://www.youthink.com/quiz_images/quiz549outcome2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp?action=" quiz_id="549"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click Here to Take This Quiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.youthink.com/quiz.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;YouThink.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; quizzes and personality tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giggidy-giggidy-giggidy-giggidy... OH!!!!! heh, alllriiigght!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, what else can I say?... UA 34 - NAU 12 ...&lt;br /&gt;Next Saturday? -- PURDUE BOILERMAKERS (12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck Wildcats! (We're gonna need it..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-112658813697856267?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/112658813697856267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=112658813697856267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112658813697856267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112658813697856267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-love-family-guy.html' title='I love FAMILY GUY !!'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-112602707799685688</id><published>2005-09-06T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T21:46:03.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/98/169/02_7_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/98/169/02_7_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes, we're going to make Flap jacks this weekend..Let's go Tailgating outside the Beardown Stadium!! -- If you're still alive from Friday Night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend, like I said, it was kinda ....who am I joking? It was off the fucking hook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night at the Toga Party, there were lots of chicks wearing close to nothing!! And lots of people drunk around. Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, we went looking for parties around Grand &amp;amp; Silverbell, then back to X-Phi to pick up this chick, and it all end up in drama. I don't wanna talk about it cuz I really didn't know what was going on, it wasn't my problem.. but all my friend needed was to have some shots with the boys, and that's what we did when we drove back to Northpointe. After that, you can well guess what happened...2 Shots? Ok! ... Where am I? ... What am I doing here? .. ZzzZzZzZzzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I spent the whole day in my bed cuz I was sick as hell. I mean, I was sick on friday with a bad cold, but still I thought I was fine friday night, well... guess again champ!! And I went to spend the night at my sister's and almost all sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Like I said I spent it at my sister's doing homework and hanging out with the family. But the night came and chaos was all over us! Lots of Brew and Girls! We went to this party and we all got off the wagon.. all of us were off the wagon, like on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday (Labor Day) I went to Mt. Lemmon and watched the most beautiful horizon up in the mountains. Cold weather, is like I was on a different universe. And that's pretty much it. Right now, i'm looking forward to see what the future has for me AT THE U of A vs. NAU GAME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goooooooo Wildcats!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-112602707799685688?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/112602707799685688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=112602707799685688' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112602707799685688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112602707799685688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/09/remember-this.html' title='Remember this?'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-112594367351729580</id><published>2005-09-05T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T11:07:53.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I get one of these?</title><content type='html'>So.. Nice 5 day Weekend. It started on thursday for me on a Toga Party, then Friday on a Irish-Drinking-Song-Singing Bonanza, a Saturday at my sister's (Too Sick), a Sunday Night at a random Party and today at Mount Lemmon. I don't have much to say than this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN I SERIOUSLY GET ONE OF THESE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/wildirishrose961/images/sign_drunk.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://members.aol.com/wildirishrose961/images/sign_drunk.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now everybody is dying, so until our tears have dried&lt;br /&gt;we'll drink, and drink, and drink, and drink and then we'll drink some more!&lt;br /&gt;We dance and sing and fight until the early morning light&lt;br /&gt;then we'll throw out, pass out, wake up and be all drinking once again!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening to: Da Vinci's Notebook - Another Irish Drinking Song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-112594367351729580?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/112594367351729580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=112594367351729580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112594367351729580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112594367351729580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/09/can-i-get-one-of-these.html' title='Can I get one of these?'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-112509548448022187</id><published>2005-08-26T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T15:31:24.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO'S YOUR DADDY!!!!?</title><content type='html'>I think I have to share new information with all of you, or at least something that came to my attention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;The University of Arizona is no longer rated in our top annual party schools list because we feel that it is unfair to include professionals in a list of amateurs&lt;/em&gt;" -- Playboy Magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/98/165/01_1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/98/165/01_1_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I quit drinking, this weekend should be interesting. I will go to parties and hang-out n shit but I won't drink. I'll see how that goes... Anyways, I didn't go to the concert cuz I was tired and I wanted to have dinner and relax. And so I did! Had some chicken on the grill, some veggies and dipped in the pool to chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, Derek and Daniel tried to get me to drink but I refused!! -- That shows my will strenght -- and I stayed around in my apartment, andinstead I walked to this party and hanged out with the NoPo crew. Then I just went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/98/165/02_2_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/98/165/02_2_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend only god knows what's gonna happen. I might be crazier when I'm sober, who knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next week fellas and keep it rocking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: 7 Days for NCAA Football Season Kickoff!&lt;br /&gt;GO, GO, WILDCATS GO! ARIZONA BEAR DOWN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-112509548448022187?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/112509548448022187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=112509548448022187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112509548448022187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112509548448022187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/08/whos-your-daddy.html' title='WHO&apos;S YOUR DADDY!!!!?'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-112499128084719279</id><published>2005-08-25T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T10:36:38.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CATFEST 2005: Rufio, Spill Canvas &amp; Your Name in Lights -- FREE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/96/6/01_1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/96/6/01_1_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tonight we have RUFIO playing live at the Student Union with our CatCard. Every year there's a free concert on September for all the Freshmen starting at UA. Saddly it's the only good thing that happens all year, after that it's nothing but homework, busted parties, midterms, loosing football games, and other things that.. well, are not that important. When I first came to UA, CATFEST featured 3 great bands: The Eleventh Hour, Authority Zero &amp; Goldfinger as headliners. The picture on the left side it's the old concert of Goldfinger. I was there, yes. And it kicked so much ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we have all this new bands such as RUFIO, that play some really fast punk-pop rock. Hopefully this will be a night to remember.&lt;br /&gt;So far i've been going to all my classes and doing homeworks and going to work. Nothing special. I'm almost done moving into my new apartment (which by the way it's looking kick ass!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday something really funny happened, I wokeup a little late for class but got there exactly at 8:05 am. I got to the same room I went on monday for that same class, and the lights were off. I said to myself "Myself, there's something going on here..." and I thought: Well, maybe the class starts at nine on Wednesdays and Fridays, so I went to read my paper with a cup of coffee. Came back at Nine and the same room was with the lights off.. then it hit me... "God dammit! It's a different Classroom on W &amp;amp; F!" then I went to the other room and the class was from 8 to 9. I had a great laugh at that, I talked to the professor and turned in the homework. Here's the funny thing though: The Homework wasn't due until next week... So I said, neh! What the heck! and turned it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/98/164/04_3_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/98/164/04_3_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's my week so far. So, here's another picture: This is RUFiO... TONIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep on Truckin' People, Keep on Truckin'...&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Pictures Provided by -- The Arizona Daily Wildcat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-112499128084719279?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/112499128084719279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=112499128084719279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112499128084719279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112499128084719279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/08/catfest-2005-rufio-spill-canvas-your.html' title='CATFEST 2005: Rufio, Spill Canvas &amp; Your Name in Lights -- FREE'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-112475196827531642</id><published>2005-08-22T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T16:06:08.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Classes...</title><content type='html'>Well, what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was great! We did a get together with some friends on Friday, a couple of drinks some card games, some singing. Good times. Then, on saturday we spent the day around just driving around and getting my new apartment and helping one of my roomates get her stuff together. Then we went all pimped out to a bar named: "North" on Campbell and Skyline (Near the mountains) and had a blast! Then, we went to a kegger at Shane's and played beer-pong all night and did a Panty Run. Fun Stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended up drinking until Sunday around 7 in the morning. Not a bad run!!&lt;br /&gt;Then, sleep all day. Sunday went alright, with its up and downs. Downs when I realized that my phone drank with me... It took a dip into my beer cup. So, it's on a Coma right now and incommunicated. I don't know if I spelled that right or said that right, but I don't give a shit. Sunday went by smooth, hanging out at the pool, then BBQ-ing at the lawn, playing some football then moving into my apartment until around midnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Monday, I woke up after the morning clock rang for like half-hour and got a little late for my first class. All my classes this semester are going to be hard and incredibly demanding so, things are going to change around my personal and night life. I haven't finished moving into my new apartment! Also, my phone took a swim in my beer cup (I don't even know how in hell that happened) and it's kinda stuck in a coma. I hope it wakes up :-( I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least one thing will come up good today, i'll go to the gym!! I'm so excited!!&lt;br /&gt;First day to work out and do all that thang. I can't really explain how bad I feel today, everything has gone wrong during all fucking day and I just feel pissed off. So, hopefully that'll help my workout drive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, fellas. Take it easy, and we'll see y'all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-112475196827531642?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/112475196827531642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=112475196827531642' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112475196827531642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112475196827531642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/08/first-day-of-classes.html' title='First day of Classes...'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-112447949499299122</id><published>2005-08-19T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T12:24:55.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Debauchery...</title><content type='html'>That's the forecast for this last weekend of mayhem, booze, beer, kegstands, beerbongs, beerpong, evenings at the pool all fucked-up drunk and fatty food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, I start a new life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not even recognize me anymore...&lt;br /&gt;But, who cares? I need to drop 20 - 25 lbs. by the end of october. It's doable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here's the skinny on what's gonna be happening this weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Shane "No Shame" had a kegger at his place and we killed one and a half kegs. Tonight, we might go ahead and go with the flow and maybe party at Northpointe once again. Saturday sounds to me like we're gonna have to drink-up for the beginning of a new semester at JR Owens' Birthday Party. Then, Sunday i'll chill by the pool all friggin' day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I'll write about what really happened, but until then..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www19.homepage.villanova.edu/gregory.pastore/gregspage/CIMG0989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www19.homepage.villanova.edu/gregory.pastore/gregspage/CIMG0989.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRINK MOTHERFUCKERS! DRINK CUZ THIS SUMMER IS OVER!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi, Oi, Oi!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cheers Mates&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-112447949499299122?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/112447949499299122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=112447949499299122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112447949499299122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112447949499299122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/08/debauchery.html' title='Debauchery...'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-112413320494948283</id><published>2005-08-15T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T12:13:24.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Eventless Weekend.</title><content type='html'>Well, nothing really interesting happened this weekend. Just that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANDY CARTWRIGHT AND TOBIAS KALDAHL ARE BACK IN TOWN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much it. We went to grab some food at applebee's friday afternoon, then spent the day wondering about what we were going to do. Went to a house party, then jet to O'Malley's then back to northpointe. Passed out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we spent the day me and Derek just chillin tossing the pigskin around, and jumping in the pool. After that, we pretty much got drunk and watched Tommy Emmanuel play guitar on a DVD. He was amazing. After that, we just waited for parties to happen around in Northpointe, but nothing was going on. So, back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much it. Nothing really happened, we just coasted this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the next one it's going to be FUCKING WILD!! all freshmen are coming back, and there will be a first weekend before classes party at Northpointe, just like every year. Sit tight and relax, cuz this weekend it's gonna be off the hizzle!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I'm moving into my new apartment, sometime this week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep drinkin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-112413320494948283?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/112413320494948283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=112413320494948283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112413320494948283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112413320494948283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/08/eventless-weekend.html' title='An Eventless Weekend.'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-112345466250973251</id><published>2005-08-07T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T10:15:01.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Race of Idiotcy</title><content type='html'>Thursday night was quite promising, and it ended up quite well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see the 80's cover band &lt;a href="http://www.mockingbirdsmusic.com/"&gt;The Mockingbirds&lt;/a&gt; at O'Malleys, and spent nearly $30 in Alcohol... dude, and it was 2 x 1 night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how did I end up? Wasted. Wasted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, i went to work, got out around 1:15 and took the bus back home... interesting enough, I don't remember much of that day, during the day. I guess i didn't do anything important..Oh! no, wait! I went to the pool then to &lt;a href="http://www.bisonwitches.com/"&gt;Bison Witches&lt;/a&gt; to have some food and drinks. How could I forget this!? Mike ordered like 5 vodka sours and like 4 beers! .. so, on the way back we buy ammo for the night haha..a 30 pack of Stones', a bottle of Southern Confort 100, and 4 Sparks.&lt;br /&gt;Like Derek said:"This night is looking evil!, evil!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent like 3 hours playing guitar and fucking around drinking beers and some cocaine shooters (information: It does NOT contain cocaine, it's just the name of that drink or concoction) until our friend Shane "No Shame" arrived and informed us of a party at Building 1. So, it was on like donkey kong! We went over there and we had a party indeed. That night I discovered the greatest game of them all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE RACE OF IDIOTCY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It consists of a simple challenge of both physical skills, equilibrium and chugging abilities:&lt;br /&gt;You place your cup on the floor (grass, for safety purposes) and you walk away from it 30 paces, then when they say GO, you spin for 15 seconds and when 15 comes.. you run to your beer (as hard as you can haha... everything is moving really fast!) and then chug it and.. well you know, whoever chugs first wins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up with a record of 2 -1. My only lose ended up with me falling on my face on top of my beer cup. Then i said: "fuck this ..haha i'm done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we woke up and had some waffles at the office and as unusual as this can sound, Mike and I went to the mall. Lots of jailbait all over the place! and also an X-Games demonstration inside the mall!! Bicicle stunts, unbelievable jumps. Moreover, we had to leave A.S.A.P. due to the increasing amount of jail-bait (what the hell are they feeding these kids with nowadays!?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day... we spent some time at the pool me and Mike, did a demonstration of the Race of Idiotcy to some people, and found a party at building 16 with Shane "No Shame" and the gang. We got a little drunk and ended up at Denny's around 3 am to get a grand-slam! Then, back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was quite random, by now i'm a little tired and spent after three days in a row of partying and drinking, but still.. D-Bomb woke me up around 11am since he didn't go out the night before, and we jammed for like 3 hours at his place. We played some &lt;a href="http://www.lenny-kravitz.com/"&gt;Lenny Kravitz&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.johnmayer.com/flash/index.html"&gt;John Mayer&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.bluestraveler.com/"&gt;Blues Traveller&lt;/a&gt;, and then we went to throw the pigskin around the green area of the apartment complex. We did run around for like 3 hours making some offensive plays, defensive plays, punts n stuff, then we went to &lt;a href="http://www.thundercanyonbrewery.com/ontap.htm"&gt;Thunder Canyon Brewery&lt;/a&gt; and had some burgers n' beers.. then we headed over to the movie theater next door and watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0377818/"&gt;The Dukes of Hazzard&lt;/a&gt;. I don't know why people didn't rate this movie a little higher, i thought it was fun as hell! a hell-of-a-Hoot!! .. but that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, i thought I was still up for partying, but when we got to Shane's I just felt tired and after two beers it just didn't feel right. There was something missing, but i couldn't quite put my finger on it. Meanwhile, my super bro Tom Deakin called me and asked me if I wanted to get some dinner with him and his girlfriend... I said, sure! I had to get out of there, I made a lame excuse at the party which i apologize for... I was just very tired...any ways, Tom came over and we left to get a slice of pizza and watch a movie. We watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0387564/"&gt;SAW&lt;/a&gt; and had some di-giorno pizza, some Jack Daniels shots.. then we went to &lt;a href="http://baskinrobbins.com/"&gt;Baskin Robbins&lt;/a&gt; for some ice-cream and then I just went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this tired before, now, I have to move out of my apartment in two days, clean it up and turn in my keys for the office to clean my new apartment (yay!) by the pool. That was my weekend... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...How was yours!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS MATES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-112345466250973251?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/112345466250973251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=112345466250973251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112345466250973251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112345466250973251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/08/race-of-idiotcy.html' title='The Race of Idiotcy'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-112309625953912666</id><published>2005-08-03T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T11:28:19.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Liver is Evil, and it Must be Punished!</title><content type='html'>Well chumps and chumpettes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be chaos in the system. I'm moving out of my apartment, and into a new one.. but the time space between both things, is 9 days. Yes, i'll be homeless for 9 days and I don't know where i'm going to stay at. Maybe at my sister's. Maybe at a friend's. I don't know.. anybody want to help me!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend i will punish my liver. He is evil, and he will be punished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this phrase out of a bumper sticker my bro Derek saw one day when we were coming out of Maloneys, we thought it was quite funny.. also the quote invented that same night: "Oh my god! It's as hot as the devil's love juice!" ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayyyoooooooooohh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was also another quotable expression. There will be fun this weekend, there will be. I hope this blog is not all about empty promises of me just getting drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think it will be. &lt;br /&gt;Like the rest of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha... take it easy people, and remember.. Stay classy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS MATEYS!! .. oi!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-112309625953912666?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/112309625953912666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=112309625953912666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112309625953912666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112309625953912666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/08/liver-is-evil-and-it-must-be-punished.html' title='The Liver is Evil, and it Must be Punished!'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-112291835224388173</id><published>2005-08-01T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T10:45:52.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull Me Under, I'm not Afraid!..</title><content type='html'>Well, Gigantour stopped by Tucson this last friday, and cause a shitstorm of metal!! I was personally impressed by Symphony X's performance, his vocal range is incredible and the music superb. Fear Factory dissapointed me, but played a little bit of "Walk" by Pantera to honor Dimebag Darrell... and we all drank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...Dream Theater put out a show i've never seen in my entire life. A masterpiece, a work of art. John Petrucci's guitar talents were accompained with the keyboard mastery of Jordan Rudess, John Myung's bass guitar dexterity, Mike Portnoy's drum performance and James LaBrie's vocal icing. I had no words to describe what I was feeling during the concert, and I still don't. So, i'll just show some &lt;a href="http://www.zrock.com/zforum/about641.html"&gt;pictures&lt;/a&gt; from the Phoenix performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my only highlight of this past weekend. Plus my before-12-o-clock drink 'till you die marathon that started at 3 PM on Thursday and Friday's after the concert's party until 4 AM. Saturday wasn't much of an event, but I had a blast laughing my ass off at a party that night. It's all I got to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in touch, there's always something happening at Northpointe...Always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time... CHEERS MATEYS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oi! oi! oi!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-112291835224388173?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/112291835224388173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=112291835224388173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112291835224388173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112291835224388173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/08/pull-me-under-im-not-afraid.html' title='Pull Me Under, I&apos;m not Afraid!..'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-112215153626959588</id><published>2005-07-23T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T13:45:36.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road Trip Adventures: Part Deux</title><content type='html'>Ok, let's sit down and have a cup of coffee...actually, no; Coffee would be a bad idea...let me begin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friend Derek, who happens to be a cool dude from Minnesota that likes going to the bars, playin some pool and mackin' the ladies, were sitting down on a friday afternoon trying to figure out what was going to happen on that day after hitting the pool to chill... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing happened at the pool: We were just throwing a tennis ball around and talking, when this couple walked to the pool area and started to grill. We commented on it with the "oh yeah, grilling sounds like a good plan...". Then suddenly right out of the blue, the guy grabs the girl and throws her in the pool, with clothes on and such... we were laughing, not histerically, but like not really knowing how to react to the situation. She, reasonably, got quite pissed at him and hit her boyfriend with the spatula in the face, and left.  It was the only interesting highlight of the afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, all plans lead to nothing but watching a movie, chill and everybody home.    So, we grilled some shit, jammed with the guitar, and watched TRAINSPOTTING (which happens to be a quite fucked up movie, but a really good movie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this everything pointed to a very short night with a short budget. So I proceeded to my headquarters but told him that if i ran into someone who knew about partys &amp; whatnot, I was going to call him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;strong&gt;NO SHIT&lt;/strong&gt;, I found someone who knew about partys and whatnot !!&lt;br /&gt;it was crazy! we played beerpong for hours, then we went to this house party cuz they had a keg going on, but one of the people who came with us almost got into a rumble with one the guys who lived there so we bailed. Either way, the Keg was almost tapped and the booze was very fastly being consumed; there wasn't much left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record!! I haven't procured the house party scene in like two years. It was fun, it reminded me of the old days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we drove back to Northpointe and picked up a 30 pack of beer for the part we were in first playing beerpong.  We stayed there for like an hour when suddenly Derek suggests that we go to this "interesting invitation." I was sorta confussed but trusting in Derek partying quality I followed without any objection. Apparently, some chicks we met at the pool were throwing a party somewhere else in the apartment complex, so we decided to get our firepower (some beer we had at Derek's) and go there, but before we got out of the apartment they called and said that they were going to Phoenix. After these news, it was decided that leaving the beer behind at Derek's apartment was a good idea. We brought a bottle of a discusting liquid that smelled like Lemon flavor Mr. Clean (and sure smelled like it too). When we got to this party the girls informed us that they wanted to go to Phoenix to buy some Luis Miguel tickets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here, my friends.. is where all began!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2 am, you're 12 beers deep, and 3 shots of Lemonhead (that discusting thing I mentioned before)... do you know where your decision skills are!? GONE I tell you, GONE!!&lt;br /&gt;So we said, fuck it! Derek, wanna go? Sure! Jorge, you sure wanna go? ... and I said... FUCK YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's Road Trip time. We rapped to the beats of Tone Loc, Nelly, Snoop Dogg, Ice Cube, House of Pain, Lil Jon and company, and rocked to the beats of Metallica, some punk but mostly we danced like a motherfucker INSIDE THE CAR!! We got there without knowing what, when, who, where, NOTHING! all quite drunk we have some breakfast at IHOP. Believe me, I was the only one laughing at my jokes at this point since I was still very drunk. But it all stopped being fun when we realized that we had to stay there until 10 am to buy the darn tickets.. I gotta say it did sobered me up. Coffee helped me forget of all the problems and got me all hyped up for the next hour and a half when the caffeinne wore out and started to feel hungover. This is a feeling that is mostly related to the experience of being in Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 9 am, nature is not making any callings.. the motherfucker is sending me straight up Faxes!! I gotta say I shitted like 3 times and started to get a heartburn from the coffee. To top it up, we were waiting from like 8:30 till 10 outside America West Arena enjoying the beautiful sticky damp super hot weather. Dude, Hell aint got nothing on this shit...Donkey Kong is sitting this one out (you know, "King Kong ain't got nothing on me!" - Denzel Washington in Trainning Day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, i've never loved an air conditioning device more in my life, like when we got back in the car. So, we drove back to Tucson, and it's 1:43 by the time i'm writing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's why, my friends, i am not having coffee. Everybody have a great day, i'm going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: Besides all that, I've never had more fun  than this trip before! Derek, Monica and Nubia were hilarious!!!...but I ain't doing no Road Trip, drunk, at 2 am.  EVER - AGAIN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-112215153626959588?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/112215153626959588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=112215153626959588' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112215153626959588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/112215153626959588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/07/road-trip-adventures-part-deux.html' title='The Road Trip Adventures: Part Deux'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-111993814827894227</id><published>2005-06-27T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T22:55:48.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't Save me, You can't Change me...</title><content type='html'>Hey there all of you awesome people who still bother to read my page, i'm writing back to let you know that i'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so my now FORMER job was a big mistake of an election for something  else to do besides burgers. Everybody makes mistakes! But I applied to the Bookstore and i'm still waiting for my employeer to contact me since he got in a rattlesnake bite accident. He's been taking rest during these last 2 weeks and he will begin interviews next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been unemployed for the last 2 weeks and concentrating on my class. My buddy from Mexico, Adrian (a.k.a. Huesitos - Bones) has been my roomate for the last month and we've been having a great time. He will leave soon in a week, but i'll see them all when I got down to Mexico (Cuz I got to, to sign some papers for my loan) somewhere in August or July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for next semester since my bro TOBIAS KALDAHL comes down to Tucson directly from Norway back for some fun in the sun and to study at Pima and Then UofA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting on my savings for a new computer. Instead I got a couple dollars behind on my credit card that need to be taken care of and my phone bill. But that stuff can be taken care of is not such a problem right now. I hope everybody is doing great, and hope to hear from all of you soon.&lt;br /&gt;Until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAR DOWN ARIZONA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; CHEERS MATEYS!!! OY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-111993814827894227?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/111993814827894227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=111993814827894227' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111993814827894227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111993814827894227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/06/you-cant-save-me-you-cant-change-me.html' title='You can&apos;t Save me, You can&apos;t Change me...'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-111812837613904417</id><published>2005-06-06T23:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T00:12:56.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, you gotta break some eggs to make an omelet..</title><content type='html'>Here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've accomplished so much in the last 2 weeks, it's hard to believe. I now have a great new job, an opportunity with a summer class, and i'm earning some money to buy a new computer (since mine sucks shit). Anywho, things are going well in T-town for me, but unfortunately, when you put so much of your time into changing your entire life, sometimes you end up forgetting about people. People like, my family, my loved ones, friends.. but there's only so much you can do with 24 hours in a day &amp;amp; a full-daily-schedule. Let's evaluate this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 - 10:45 - Rock and Pop Music in American Culture&lt;br /&gt;10:45 - 1 - Workout/Eat&lt;br /&gt;1 - 5:00 - Work at &lt;a href="http://www.arl.arizona.edu/"&gt;The Arizona Research Laboratories&lt;/a&gt;, as an student office assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now somebody please tell me at what time do I sleep when after 5 pm, my leisure time gets mixed-up with my study time and dinner time? I end up in bed around midnight. I have to wakeup at 7 am to be on time in class. So, sometimes you have to cut your losses, and sadly some of them hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's my future what we're talking about here, and I'm not about to stop for anyone...not even me. So, buckle-up or get out of the car cause I only got one chance here and i'm not about to waste it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said. Now, let's fix the other things in the agenda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone!&lt;br /&gt;Bills!&lt;br /&gt;New Computer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 2 months for this. Can I do it? CAN SOMEBODY GIVE ME A HELL YEAH!????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well..Now, here's something to laugh about (besides the fact that I weight 200 lbs and I feel like a pig)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/98/150/00_4_1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara mothefuckers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening: MxPx - My Mistake&lt;br /&gt;Watching: Aqua Teens Hunger Force in [adultswim] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-111812837613904417?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/111812837613904417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=111812837613904417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111812837613904417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111812837613904417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/06/well-you-gotta-break-some-eggs-to-make_06.html' title='Well, you gotta break some eggs to make an omelet..'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-111700599216641950</id><published>2005-05-25T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T00:26:32.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Madness is in the Air..</title><content type='html'>What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;This last two weeks i've been doing some serious drinking... I mean, thinking and I have arrived to a conclusion: I need to turn my life around. I need successes. The ratio of Successes/Losses in the last couple of months hasn't been on my side. What I'm tired of the most is of all the whinning!! My friggin' conscience is still too intact after all these years and it doesn't let me enjoy my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, some things have been turning around on my side:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* New Apartment next semester&lt;br /&gt;* Only one roomate (more tranquility)&lt;br /&gt;* A FREE shuttle to school during the day&lt;br /&gt;* Closer to 4th Avenue (Taxi distance)&lt;br /&gt;* A new job (That doesn't involve me cooking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among other things, but the thing is that I will have a cleaner conscience, a roomate that I know before moving in and that I can trust and mostly someone I can somehow rely on keeping me on track. So, that's good. I can now trust two people: My conscience and my roomate. Thus, it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS (Big Plus) my friend TOBIAS KALDAHL from Norway is coming back to live in Tucson, and we're gonna party on like no f'n business! So, good times are coming.&lt;br /&gt;All I need to do is survive this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure there will be some Rum Drinking this summer, like last year with Nelson my friend from the last 5 years in Tucson. Ahh... the Pima Years. What a memory. I had a GPA average over 3.0 That's all I gotta say, I was doing GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the fuck happened to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I hope y'all are having a great summer.&lt;br /&gt;I know I shall do something about it, and make the best of it.&lt;br /&gt;My birthday was fun-ny.. funny.. yes, I didn't do shit all day, got drunk by myself drinking pabst blue ribbon and went out to Maloneys when there were like 5 more people (besides my friends) inside the bar. I took a shot of Bacardi 151 and all I gotta say is NEVER AGAIN, oh my god. it's a night killer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, CHEERS MATES&lt;br /&gt;And keep on truckin' !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: I love Beer...I mean, This Game!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-111700599216641950?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/111700599216641950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=111700599216641950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111700599216641950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111700599216641950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/05/well-madness-is-in-air.html' title='Well, Madness is in the Air..'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-111618417677363897</id><published>2005-05-15T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T12:09:36.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Done</title><content type='html'>It's done, the semester is done. I'm getting good grades this semester, I hope at least. I can't wait for next semester to come. This has been a great experience so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a summer Job. Any news? I can get my resumes flyin' all over the place if needed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shaved my mohawk five days after I got it. Ever since, I got a shaven head. It's been nice, but I'm growing my hair back. I still hate cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More news to come, stay tuned!!&lt;br /&gt;Until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS MATES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-111618417677363897?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/111618417677363897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=111618417677363897' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111618417677363897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111618417677363897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/05/done.html' title='Done'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-111446820989404981</id><published>2005-04-25T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T15:30:09.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE CATS</title><content type='html'>I'm posting this to let you all know..&lt;br /&gt;that I &lt;a href="http://www.beupout.com/view_idea.php?id=21"&gt;hate cats&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that I got a Mohawk that looks fucking hostile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS MATES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray for Free Vodka at Maloney's last Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;I got so wasted..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-111446820989404981?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/111446820989404981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=111446820989404981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111446820989404981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111446820989404981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-hate-cats.html' title='I HATE CATS'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-111420719498657699</id><published>2005-04-22T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T15:02:33.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well If you wanted honesty, that's all you had to say..</title><content type='html'>I'm not okay.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not o-fucking-kay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this has been a helluva-week!&lt;br /&gt;One test on tuesday for my &lt;a href="http://www.arizona.edu/academic/catalog/display-course-description.php?url=http://catalog.arizona.edu/courses/051/CxEx.html&amp;amp;courseID=CxEx334"&gt;Structural Design in Steel&lt;/a&gt; class, then a workout that left me wishing for nothing more than my death on wednesday! and a thursday to forget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should we forget Thursday? I'll tell you why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another test today (Friday) and it was god awful! I mean, all the formulas we put in the cheat sheet weren't enough to solve or nearly state the problem!&lt;br /&gt;I got my ass kicked, big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have mixed feelings about either go and get fucking faded-drunk or stay home and cry.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to feel. Pretty distant one from the other but, that's just the way I feel. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, speaking of getting faded-drunk!&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I went to a BBQ at a friend's house and drank a lot of beer right before going to the bars. This time when we went to the bars, we did something totally different:&lt;br /&gt;This time, I visited a place called "Che's Lounge" and it was marvelous how drunk I got with 15 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;They had dollar &lt;a href="http://www.pabstblueribbon.com/homepage.asp"&gt;Pabsts&lt;/a&gt;! I mean, you cannot get any better deal than that! Then, the fucking Irish Car Bombs instead of like $7.50 like in any other bar, they were $5.00 !!! WOooW!&lt;br /&gt;I got plastered. I was dancing on top of tables! What a great night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can top that tonight or saturday night when we do our "Maze me, Shave me, but don't kick my ass" Theme Party.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be pretty fun!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to maze my friend, he's gonna give me a Mohawk with his hairclip razor, then we'll get drunk to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;It shall be an interesting weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for my grandfather.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-111420719498657699?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/111420719498657699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=111420719498657699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111420719498657699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111420719498657699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-if-you-wanted-honesty-thats-all.html' title='Well If you wanted honesty, that&apos;s all you had to say..'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-111387163711886194</id><published>2005-04-18T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T17:52:08.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IMAGINE ACCEPTING THE TRUTH!!</title><content type='html'>Ok everyone.. here's the latest news about our (at least mine) old beloved rapmetal band "Limp Bizkit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From their blog website, they posted links to view their newest single "The Truth"&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking stoked!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIMP BIZKIT IS BACK YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all your wma's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boss.streamos.com/wmedia/geffen/limp_bizkit/video/theunquestionabletruth_partone/thetruth/300_thetruth.asx"&gt;The Truth (at 300 wma)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boss.streamos.com/wmedia/geffen/limp_bizkit/video/theunquestionabletruth_partone/thetruth/700_thetruth.asx"&gt;The Truth (at 700 wma)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you quicktimers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boss.streamos.com/qtime/geffen/limp_bizkit/video/theunquestionabletruth_partone/thetruth/300_thetruth-2.mov"&gt;The Truth (300 mov)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://boss.streamos.com/qtime/geffen/limp_bizkit/video/theunquestionabletruth_partone/thetruth/700_thetruth-2.mov"&gt;The Truth (700 mov)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm as stocked as when I first watched "Nookie" around in 1999. &lt;br /&gt;Do you remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aaaah you 'member!, 'member?" - George Lopez&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-111387163711886194?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/111387163711886194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=111387163711886194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111387163711886194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111387163711886194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/04/imagine-accepting-truth.html' title='IMAGINE ACCEPTING THE TRUTH!!'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-111386957234042673</id><published>2005-04-18T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T17:13:18.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like I thought!</title><content type='html'>Damn, I took this test I saw in a blog and well, just like I thought. I'm drug free bitches!&lt;br /&gt;Just Beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..I love College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;None!&lt;/b&gt;. You've either done a good job of avoiding drugs, aren't interested in trying them, or have had an experience that chased you away. Stay safe. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;None!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="56" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;56%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Cocaine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ecstacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="44" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;44%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Inhalents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="38" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;38%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Marijuana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="25" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Alcohol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="25" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mushrooms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="0" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;0%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=362"&gt;What's your ideal drug?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-111386957234042673?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/111386957234042673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=111386957234042673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111386957234042673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111386957234042673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/04/just-like-i-thought.html' title='Just like I thought!'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-111360002261274917</id><published>2005-04-15T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T14:33:28.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it still Nerdtime?</title><content type='html'>I've been trying so fucking much to keep myself within boundaries when it comes to nerdtime. But, shit! I have to! Is not like I pick to do all the homerowks all the time all the way, but It's just the way it works. I get 1 homework for each of my classes (3) a lab report from at least one of my labs and a project every now and then from one of my classes (&lt;a href="http://www.arizona.edu/academic/catalog/display-course-description.php?url=http://catalog.arizona.edu/courses/051/CxEx.html&amp;amp;courseID=CxEx323"&gt;CE 323 - Engineering Hydraulic Engineering&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's as far as it goes. I'm doing very well as of right now, but It's just wearing me out bros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys liked my past post about that &lt;a href="http://mikeelgerson.blogspot.com/2005/04/if-carrots-got-you-drunk-rabbits-would.html"&gt;weekend in phoenix&lt;/a&gt; cause I don't know if i'll be a ble to put a fucking awesome weekend like that again. At least in the next year or so. I will in the future, but not as long as i'm still in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Everybody, take care!&lt;br /&gt;Don't drink and drive!&lt;br /&gt;Give the Keys to your LESS DRUNK friend. That always works in interesting ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to end this blog, some Graphical Humor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/98/135/00_4_1.gif"/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-111360002261274917?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/111360002261274917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=111360002261274917' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111360002261274917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111360002261274917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/04/is-it-still-nerdtime.html' title='Is it still Nerdtime?'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-111289478920177253</id><published>2005-04-07T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T10:26:29.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"If Carrots Got You Drunk, Rabbits would be Messed-Up!" - Mitch Hedberg</title><content type='html'>Well. I announce what maybe most of you already know, &lt;a href="http://www.mitchellhedberg.com/"&gt;Mitch Hedberg&lt;/a&gt; died last Wednesday, March 30th from a Heart Failure. I say Heroin Overdose but, it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna read the funniest shit ever, check out this Mitch Hedberg &lt;a href="http://www.involution.com/mitchquotes.php"&gt;quotes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Our little trip to Phoenix was Blastin'!&lt;br /&gt;We were partying like ROCKSTARS bitch! &lt;a href="http://www.nobrow.org/movies.php?momd=117"&gt;CLASS-K&lt;/a&gt;!! (Inside Joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get to Phoenix (finally, after gettin shit preppin in Tucson all afternoon) around 8 PM, we get checked in by Mike while Andy and Me proceed to get an 18 pack of MGD.&lt;br /&gt;We said, damn! we don't have a cooler. Wait a minute!&lt;br /&gt;We have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* An Ice Machine a couple Feet away&lt;br /&gt;* A Sink that can be easily replaced by either the toilet or the bathtub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix'em together and you have a Sink filled with Ice and Beer. That, my friends, &lt;a href="http://www.progressiveboink.com/archive/tuesdayswithfrankie.htm"&gt;that is too punk rock!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;We got to the hotel room around 8:30, and the beer was gone by 9. Don't worry, Tom Gringoloco Helped us finish the beer. Then Off to Mill Avenue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first bar I lost it and felt bitter for all fuck'n night, cuz a bouncer didn't let me in with my ID. I was close to telling him "fuck you" but I let it go. We rolled to several other bars where they did accept my ID anyways, but I felt bitter eventhough later that night another bouncer in that same bar let me in.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, a big hello to the bar tender on "The Big Fat Greek" Restaurant!!&lt;br /&gt;You're awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night went by pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;In one bar, we drank a couple beers and someone got the great idea of chuggin' some Tabasco sauce just to prove something. I don't know what, but something. Anyways, here's to funny thing about this: We got kicked out.. on our way out! that was funny.. we were like, alright, let's go, and a waiter comes over and tells us, huh, you guys gotta go.. and we're like "what?" cuz apparently Tom pucked (not a lot, but a little bit) because the Tabasco sauce hit him bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever he was trying to prove, didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the night, I suggested we had dinner in Denny's but Andy likes to think my ideas aren't shit when he's drunk but this time I did hit the spot with it. It was great dinner, not damn crude carne asada (which, by the way gets me the damn runs in the morning, and makes me unload a huge "tronco" in the toilet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I woke up around 8 am (I don't know why) and decided to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;I did most of it. And went back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 1 pm and by 2:30 Tom shows up with a 12 pack of Bud Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No way. It's too early" I said... after chuggin my 3rd beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we went to find a Stadium called "&lt;a href="http://www.surpriseaz.com/index.asp?NID=525"&gt;Surprise Stadium&lt;/a&gt;" to watch a spring trainning game:&lt;br /&gt;Texas Rangers vs. Kansas City Royals&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we never got even close. It's way the fuck out there from where our Hotel was.&lt;br /&gt;I think we got like 3/4 of the way there in about one hour and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said fuck it and got back to Scottsdale and here's another funny fact: We saw an exit on the highway that said "Next Exit: Surprise Stadium". I wanted to kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to eat to this awesome restaurant called "Rock Bottom." Good beer. Good Food. Good Times. Then we went to check out Tom's new pad. It was nice, clean and very roomy for a 1 BD - 1 BR apartment. Everybody took a shit, I mean, "everybody blessed the sanctity of his house with our blessings" and played some PS2.  Apparently Tom's girlfriend was on her way over to phoenix, so he went to drop us at the hotelroom and we went to Mill Avenue by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a GREAT NIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I didn't even mind the asshole in that bar, we went straight to the one next door (apparently owned  by the same landlord) and said that my ID was the only Mexican ID valid to get into the bar! The other guy was a REAL asshole! But that's not it. We also went to other bars we didn't go the day before: Gordon Biersch, an Irish Pub which's name I can't recall, and The Owl's Nest way the fuck up in the 3rd floor above the famous "The Library" (as seen in Wild-On).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting the damages of the night, Ican say I drank way too much to be that sober. Andy drank exactly the same I did and got reeeeaally messed up. He was stumbling around, spillin' beer and finally we turned around (me and Mike) to go take a piss, Andy was gone (even though we told him we were gonna be right back) . Yes, he was gone. He dissapeared. He called like 10 times to our phone while we were mackin' some chicks trying to figure out if there was a party going on after the party. Yes, there was one and we were going. However, How am I going to let a Soldier Behind?! So. We said goodnight to the ladies and went to find Andy. Luckly he was sitting outside the first bar we got into that night talking to the bouncer while trying to balance himself on the bench. Yes, he was that drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Again, we went to Dennys. Only Mike and Me this time since Andy when we got out of the cab he ran upstairs to the apartment talking to himself and bumping against pillars and walls...and he wonders why his leg hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Sunday was pretty straight forward. We get up, we pack and we drive back to Tucson.&lt;br /&gt;That was our weekend friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?&lt;br /&gt;Nerdtime.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to being a nerd until dead day (last day of classes)&lt;br /&gt;So, stay tuned for nerd stories. Meaning, sober things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS MATES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-111289478920177253?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/111289478920177253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=111289478920177253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111289478920177253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111289478920177253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/04/if-carrots-got-you-drunk-rabbits-would.html' title='&quot;If Carrots Got You Drunk, Rabbits would be Messed-Up!&quot; - Mitch Hedberg'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-111221105189997948</id><published>2005-03-30T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T12:30:51.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are they Doing this to me!?</title><content type='html'>Okay. What would YOU do if suddenly on wednesday they tell you that all classes on friday will be canceled this week? and one day before they tell you that you won't have classes on thursday!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly. I'll get wasted RIGHT-THE-FUCK-AWAY!!..&lt;br /&gt;But.. (There's always something, isn't it?) I'm waiting for my paycheck to come on Friday..&lt;br /&gt;So, I can't spend any money until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing!&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY we will travel to Sun City (Phoenix) to get wasted in one of the greatest party colleges (ASU.. grrr) and we're going to &lt;a href="http://www.tempe.gov/millcam/2001/NewYears1700.htm"&gt;Mill Ave.&lt;/a&gt; to get wasted!&lt;br /&gt;Fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, do you guys wanna know what happened last weekend??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAST WEEKEND'S STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;So, Like I said.. I left around 4 and got to Andy's to know that he was ready to party already. He was hand making the burger patties, nice and juicy patties.&lt;br /&gt;After a little preppin' we went to pick up Mike and to Fry's to get Beer. Two 30-Packs .. that was ROCKSTAR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we get to andy's with the beer and some chips, brats, and meat that I bought and Frank, Silvana and Andy's Neighbor (Stefan) showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I was straight trippin' having a great time all drunk by 6 PM watching NCAA Basketball games. Then around 9 we went to Stephanie's and got REALLY drunk around 1 am (just like I said) cuz I started chuggin' &lt;a href="http://www.southerncomfort.com/r/asp/push.asp?"&gt;Southern Comfort&lt;/a&gt; and Vodka straight from the bottle (Again, like a ROCKSTAR!) and well.. Guess what!?&lt;br /&gt;Got antiqued again. Flour and Markers. Dammit! I'm always too drunk to take my shoes off before I pass out (Then again, they do not respect that law anyways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know? this time I took it like a man.. and laughed about it the next morning..&lt;br /&gt;I mean, whatcha gonna do? right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't be hatin' all the time! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Here's something funny again.. Also, after that Since when I got out of school I left my backpack in Andy's car.. My house keys were in it, and i left with Miguel after the party, when I got to my apartment I realized i didn't have my keys with me.&lt;br /&gt;So, shit, I had to pass out in Miguel's couch for the night. (I got my keys back the next morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to work and they let me go around 4 pm :-D So I left to Andy's again and went to Frog n Firkins to watch the UA game. More drinking to do, and my voice suddenly left me.&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/gallery/ss/0261392/Ss/0261392/AU21_1_04.jpg?path=pgallery&amp;path_key=Smith,%20Kevin%20(I)"&gt;Silent Bob&lt;/a&gt; for the rest of the night. That Is, my way of communicating was by faces and gestures and some mumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, we took our sad and sorry asses back to Maloney's and drank our sorrows away for an hour. I only had 2 beers. And then we walked to &lt;a href="http://photos.tucson.com/displayimage.php?album=26&amp;amp;pos=0"&gt;The Shanty&lt;/a&gt; and had some 1676 Beer (Very good beer stout, dark and tasty) . I got home early around 1 am. I was done. DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too tired.&lt;br /&gt;But this weekend will be crazy.. I just cannot grasp the idea. It's just insane.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, time to go my dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A remember...&lt;br /&gt;Be safe.&lt;br /&gt;Don't drink and drive.&lt;br /&gt;Let your buddys drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS MATES!! OY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-111221105189997948?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/111221105189997948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=111221105189997948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111221105189997948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111221105189997948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/03/why-are-they-doing-this-to-me.html' title='Why are they Doing this to me!?'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-111203043693040181</id><published>2005-03-28T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T10:20:36.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is all I got to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/98/122/01_1_1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was one of them..in the same bar&lt;br /&gt;in the same moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FUCK YOU ILLINOIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arizona 89 - Illinois 90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Elite 8 - Chicago Regional Championship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For more information:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/98/122/cover.pdf"&gt;http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/98/122/cover.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never thought this was going to feel this bad!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe this shit. We had it.&lt;br /&gt;Aghh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't post right now. I'm TOO pissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-111203043693040181?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/111203043693040181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=111203043693040181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111203043693040181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111203043693040181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-is-all-i-got-to-say.html' title='This is all I got to say'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-111178909337235483</id><published>2005-03-25T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T15:29:40.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..Does THIS look familiar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/97/129/00_4_1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Arizona Daily Wildcat, Wednesday, April 7, 2004&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does to me.&lt;br /&gt;Specially the part about waking up on the side of the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;This guys are AMAZING!!&lt;br /&gt;..it's 3:16 PM right now&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting until 4 PM to walk over to Andy's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmh... Beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/98/121/02_1_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SALIM! YOU DA' MAN!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FEEL THE BURN BITCHES!!!&lt;br /&gt;ARIZONA 79 OSU 78&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-111178909337235483?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/111178909337235483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=111178909337235483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111178909337235483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111178909337235483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/03/does-this-look-familiar.html' title='..Does THIS look familiar?'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-111170076018517115</id><published>2005-03-24T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T14:46:00.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I so Thirsty If I drank so much last night?!</title><content type='html'>Friday is going to be fucking nuts!!&lt;br /&gt;Here's the suggested (hypothetical) itinerary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 3 PM:&lt;br /&gt;I shall arrive to Andy's Place and see if we go buy beer, steaks, sausages, burger patties, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Then, pick up some movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 3:45PM:&lt;br /&gt;Wait for Frank to come out of classes and pitch in on Beer&lt;br /&gt;Call Mike and Miguel to come over also, and Silvana and her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4:15 - 4:20 PM:&lt;br /&gt;Start the cook on and the drink on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00PM:&lt;br /&gt;Pass out for a couple of hours, watching TV at Andy's couch somewhat drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Powernap time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:00 - 8:15 PM:&lt;br /&gt;Wake up, take a shower and get pimped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 - 9:30 PM:&lt;br /&gt;Start, now, drinking heavily at Stephanie's with all da crew and play Kings, Fuck the Dealer, more drinking games, dance, listen to music and chat around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00 AM:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOS BETOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 AM: Pass out in my bed&lt;br /&gt;This should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;It's a reasonable itinerary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2:00AM might result in 2:30 , 3:00, or even 4 AM)&lt;br /&gt;And I leave all of you with this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/98/120/00_3_1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Arizona Daily Wildcat, Thursday, March 24 - 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS MATES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-111170076018517115?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/111170076018517115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=111170076018517115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111170076018517115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111170076018517115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/03/why-am-i-so-thirsty-if-i-drank-so-much.html' title='Why am I so Thirsty If I drank so much last night?!'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-111152963519036955</id><published>2005-03-22T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T15:13:55.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I Guess I'm Fucked Now, Am I !??</title><content type='html'>Well. Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;The Juliana Theory's concert was yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;Carpe Diem Baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a new Job.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't end like Ernie from Office Space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i'm-i'm-we'reds my stapler? m-m-my-s-stapler..&lt;br /&gt;i-will-b-b-b-b-urn-this-p-place.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great movie.&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm going to work like nothing's going on..&lt;br /&gt;then tomorrow I'll go to an interview and if they hire me..&lt;br /&gt;GOODBYE UNION!!&lt;br /&gt;I will be the happiest man alive, seriously!&lt;br /&gt;We'll see about internships during the summer, cuz I suppose they won't be open for summer (If they are then "ya chingue paleta XD")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more hours until I go to work.&lt;br /&gt;Two hours of clean air before a humidity full of grease, food smells, burguers, fries, and more..&lt;br /&gt;Two hours of music in my ears and not people screaming in my face for a FUCKING extra-greasy burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 3rd Year Civil Engineering student doing this bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;I have always seen a Job as simply a Job. Every Job is honorable.&lt;br /&gt;Well, not this one. Not this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Am I done with my therapy now?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight? &lt;a href="http://direct.where2getit.com/cwc/apps/w2gi.php?sid=4240986929b04&amp;ADDRESS=&amp;POSTALCODE=85719&amp;COUNTRY=US&amp;STATE=AZ&amp;CITY=Tucson&amp;PRODUCT=&amp;PRODUCTFCT=&amp;LAT=&amp;LON=&amp;UNITS=MILES&amp;RADIUS=50%7C250&amp;USECENTERPOINT=&amp;W2GI_LASTEXTENT=-112.106227208%7C31.5209639729%7C-109.789768885%7C32.9702393352&amp;SORTBY_Dealers=DISTANCE&amp;START_Dealers=0&amp;COUNT_Dealers=10&amp;REVERSE_Dealers=FALSE&amp;W2GI_QUICK_ZOOM=&amp;W2GI_QFIELD=location&amp;W2GI_QVALUE=086074&amp;DISTANCE=2.88&amp;W2GI_DNAME=&amp;W2GI_DADDR=&amp;W2GI_DCITY=&amp;W2GI_DSTATE=&amp;W2GI_DPOSTALCODE=&amp;W2GI_DID=&amp;W2GI_DINDEX=&amp;NAV_INPUT_TYPE=POINT&amp;NAV_CMD=&amp;NAV_ALLOW_RECTANGLE=0&amp;SCALE_ZOOM=&amp;client=applebees&amp;template=moreinfo"&gt;HAPPY HOUR AT APPLEBEE'S!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a beer.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS MATES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-111152963519036955?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/111152963519036955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=111152963519036955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111152963519036955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111152963519036955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/03/well-i-guess-im-fucked-now-am-i.html' title='Well I Guess I&apos;m Fucked Now, Am I !??'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-111143389601733005</id><published>2005-03-21T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T12:38:16.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK BITCHES!</title><content type='html'>So what's up!?&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time this springbreak in Mexico:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My Brother's Wedding!?&lt;br /&gt;* Seein' my girlfriend everyday!?&lt;br /&gt;* Eating HOME Food.. (I mean, not cooked or prepared by me)&lt;br /&gt;* Having my laundry done NOT BY ME&lt;br /&gt;* Having my bed done NOT BY ME&lt;br /&gt;..you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, all the things you always took for granted, man.. you start missing it a couple of years and you want it back all over bro. Far-Out, man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. The Juliana Theory concert. Should I go?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly..&lt;br /&gt;Should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People I require you to vote for this. I need it.&lt;br /&gt;Leave messages n' shit, come read my bunch of horseshit I write. Sometimes it's funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I just pulled off a 135 over 165 on my probability test. Nice huh?&lt;br /&gt;It all seems like it's going the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot's of drinking are being planned for this weekend, SINCE I DIDN'T DRINK AT ALL WHEN I WAS IN MEXICO I have to, well, replenish myself with that amber liquid. Far Out man. Far out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I'm going to finish this post with the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - Sometimes I'll post in English, sometimes in Spanish. It's just the way it is. I apologize for both sides.&lt;br /&gt;#2 - I WANT AN IPOD&lt;br /&gt;#3 - Anybody has a cellphone (Alltel compatible) to sell me?&lt;br /&gt;#4 - DRINK TILL YOUR EYEBALLS GO NUMB!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers fuckers!!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheech &amp; Chong's:&lt;br /&gt;-Dave.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;(Dave knocks on the door)&lt;br /&gt;Chong: Who's is it?&lt;br /&gt;Dave: It's me Dave, open the door! (Whispering)&lt;br /&gt;..silence&lt;br /&gt;(Dave knocks on the door)&lt;br /&gt;Chong: Who is it?&lt;br /&gt;Dave: It's me Dave, open the door! I got the stuff, I think the cops saw me.&lt;br /&gt;..silence&lt;br /&gt;(Dave knocks on the door)&lt;br /&gt;Chong: Who is it?&lt;br /&gt;Dave: It's me Dave! Open the door man! (louder)&lt;br /&gt;Chong: Dave?&lt;br /&gt;Dave: Yes! It's me Dave.&lt;br /&gt;Chong: Dave's not here.&lt;br /&gt;(Dave knocks on the door)&lt;br /&gt;Chong: Who is it?&lt;br /&gt;Dave: It's DAVE! D-A-V-E Man!&lt;br /&gt;Chong: Dave?&lt;br /&gt;Dave: Yes Man! Dave! It's me Dave! Open the door man!&lt;br /&gt;Chong: Dave?&lt;br /&gt;(Silence)&lt;br /&gt;Chong: Dave's not Here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-111143389601733005?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/111143389601733005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=111143389601733005' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111143389601733005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111143389601733005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-back-bitches.html' title='I&apos;M BACK BITCHES!'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-111074672739110811</id><published>2005-03-13T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T13:45:27.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Cochi Vuelta y Vuelta!</title><content type='html'>POues que buen pedon anoche y ayer.. tengo 2 dias en obregon y han sigo fenomenales. Sali con mi bb 2 dias por primera vez y ha sido excelente. No tengo mucho que decir porque lan eta.. aun no termino jaja..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahorita hay cochi vuelte-y-vuelta en un rancho y pashavamos.&lt;br /&gt;Nos vemos gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-111074672739110811?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/111074672739110811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=111074672739110811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111074672739110811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111074672739110811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/03/el-cochi-vuelta-y-vuelta.html' title='El Cochi Vuelta y Vuelta!'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-111039829225876680</id><published>2005-03-09T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T12:58:12.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All you Need is One, Just one Chance..</title><content type='html'>Putamadre que emocion!&lt;br /&gt;Mañana voy a camino a Obregon, en carro. Agusto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues con la noticia que Pablo se la paso chingon aca en Tucson. Estuvo un pedon este fin de semana jeje y ala madre la neta que no sabia que dejar de pistear duro por 2-3 meses me caeria tan mal! Mi pinche estomago estaba hecho trizas el sabado y el domingo. Como nunca..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que mas puedo decir!?&lt;br /&gt;Ayer entregue la tarea, oficialmente la tarea mas larga de mi puta vida! fueron (pelada) unas 20-25 hojas de calculacion de fuerza en tornillos en barras de acero, fuerza de soldaduras en barras de acero, &lt;a href="http://salaverga.blogspot.com"&gt;no no no no no no mames sala verga&lt;/a&gt;... estaba de poca madre. Por cierto, inche salaverga, que curados estan tus posts.. cuando me ponga pedo, yo quiero ser como tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin. Pues con la felicidad de que voy a ver a mi respectiva susodicha hermosa preciosa, etc etc. Se va a morir cuando me vea con mi pelo cortito jejeje. =**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAla dick, pues adivinen que!? el pinche piquete de abeja sigue como una pinche bola en mi cuello.. son mamadas la neta, pinche abeja te pasaste de lanza mucho a la verga. Abeja puta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El otro dia fui al Guitar Center y un morrillo con aretes y pelo todo spikeado, estaba tocando en una guitarra negra "Epiphane" la rolita de "The Rose of Sharyn" de Killswitch Engage (Una de las bandas favoritas de su servidor) y empeze nomas a cantar enseguida del cabron y nomas me vio, sonrio, y prosiguio tocando con mas fuerza aun.. Les digo que la neta, tengo ese don de carisma, y tengoque aprovecharlo para poder ser un buen frontman en mi banda. Pero si no hago mini-gigs no voy a llegar muy lejos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi voz esta sedienta de rock. &lt;br /&gt;Denme tan solo una oportunidad para demostrar&lt;br /&gt;..I can be a rockstar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M LOOKING FOR A DRUMMER &amp; BASS PLAYER ..or better yet. We're looking for a band.&lt;br /&gt;WE WANNA ROCK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What would I give, to behold!&lt;br /&gt;The smile, the face of love?!&lt;br /&gt;..You never left me,&lt;br /&gt;The rising sun will always speak your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.It won't be long, we'll meet again!&lt;br /&gt;Your memory is never passing!&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long, we'll meet again!&lt;br /&gt;My love for you is everlasting.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Rose of Sharyn, Killswitch Engage.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-111039829225876680?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/111039829225876680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=111039829225876680' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111039829225876680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/111039829225876680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/03/all-you-need-is-one-just-one-chance.html' title='All you Need is One, Just one Chance..'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-110987253552444682</id><published>2005-03-03T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T20:44:23.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Do You Feel Lucky? Do ya'.. punk!?" - Clint Eastwood</title><content type='html'>Oh my fucking god! (reprise) ... [breath in and breath out, once more]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog was "mysteriously" erased by the holy grace of whoever the fuck made windows. I shall rewrite this hole thing. It can only get better anyways..I was losing the edge. Now it's back. The angryier I am, the better the blog will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I wake up on a Thursday morning, somewhere around 7:45 am. Everything is going as planned, I get dressed, my teeth brushed; all of this while the birds are chirping outside and the classical music is still streaming out of my boombox. I sleep with that music, it helps me relax.&lt;br /&gt;-And off we go to school.&lt;br /&gt;On my way to the bus I see it approaching while I'm not even close to the bus stop, and I say to myself:"Geez!, I don't wanna run.." - And I start running.&lt;br /&gt;I made it on time to the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Remember this, it shall be of great importance in the near future)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get on the bus and I pull up my socks since I was running with my shoes (not my running shoes) and I sit back and relax. I get off the bus on Euclid and 1st and I walk towards &lt;a href="http://iiewww.ccit.arizona.edu/uamap/staticLarge/76.html"&gt;Harvill Building&lt;/a&gt; where my CE 334 - Engineering Steel Design class is at, and I arrive the coffee cart first. I ask for something strong, cuz I feel I need the edge to endure an hour and a half of pathless ranting. So I say:"Can I have a coffee plea- SON OF A BITCH, WHERE'S MY WALLET!?" I LEFT MY WALLET AT THE BUS! AND IT'S ALREADY 8 MINUTES AHEAD OF ME!. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call Suntran costumer Service.&lt;br /&gt;-Lost and Found, Can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;Hi, I just left a wallet on the bus like five minutes ago. It was route #6m and it's going south.&lt;br /&gt;-Ok, where did u leave it?&lt;br /&gt;On one of the front seats, on the left side if you look towards the inside of the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1 hole minute went by after I said this..I look at my phone and apparently she hung up on me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hung up on me..I'm gonna fucking b..&lt;br /&gt;-Lost and Found, Can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;Hi, did you just hung-up on me?&lt;br /&gt;-Oh, no. I apologize.&lt;br /&gt;(Apology accepted)&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So the black wallet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes my information and the wallet's description and.. I just can't take it anymore. I have to do something!!&lt;br /&gt;I walk towards Andy's apartment and borrow it. On my way there, something unexplainable happens while I'm calling someone on the phone.. A BEE STINGS ME RIGHT IN THE FUCKING NECK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS SHIT!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm REALLY pissed, and in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get on Andy's car and I pretty much boost my way to follow the bus which by this moment is like 15 minutes ahead of me. I make it half-way or more like three-quarters of the way to the airport (where it stops) and while I'm talking to my sister on the phone and speeding through traffic, she tells me that she just got a call from a bus driver saying that they found my wallet and they're gonna deliver it to Rondstadt Transit Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First good thing of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here I am driving myself back. I feel sorta dizzy 'cause of the bee's venom so I forget where the wallet is gonna be delivered to. Was it Rondstadt Center? or Tohono Center? I start driving towards Tohono (1 block away from my apartments) and I call them on the phone to make sure it's going there. They say Rondstadt. I make a brave U-Turn and go to Rondstadt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I thought I heard that they already delivered it so I go and of course they don't have it yet! and back and forth and back and forth I finally get my wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, In retrospective I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What If I hadn't make it on time to the bus?&lt;br /&gt;What If Aaron Boone hadn't play basketball that evening on January 2004?&lt;br /&gt;Would the Yankees won the World Series?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But All I can say is this. If your day is going very swell. Be very afraid!&lt;br /&gt;And ask yourself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Do ya Feel Lucky!?... Do ya!?.. PUNK!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CHEERS FOR SWEET REVENGE...I MEAN... CHEEEEEERS MATES!&lt;br /&gt;Drink up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-110987253552444682?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/110987253552444682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=110987253552444682' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110987253552444682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110987253552444682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/03/do-you-feel-lucky-do-ya-punk-clint.html' title='&quot;Do You Feel Lucky? Do ya&apos;.. punk!?&quot; - Clint Eastwood'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-110961291908890950</id><published>2005-02-28T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T10:48:39.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Weekend in Beer</title><content type='html'>Ok people, I'm back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old drinkin' foe from last semester is back for more adventures and more mischief and..."pardon the interruption my dear friend" says mi inner voice, "I think you should tell the truth". Ok, fine! I only had 4 beers and somehow! I managed to spend around $30 in one night. Fucking &lt;a href="http://itre.cis.upenn.edu/~myl/languagelog/archives/001903.html"&gt;Bullshit&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it all started at &lt;a href="http://www.beeradvocate.com/beerfly/user_reviews/9222/"&gt;No Anchovies&lt;/a&gt; where I had 2 beers for $2.50 each and 2 slices of pizza $3.00 each, giving a total sum of $11.00 already. Let's just ask ourselves, well! maybe I spent a little while there just kicking back n relaxin'. Well, yes, I did.. but not enough time, since we decided to start early that night! So! by 10:30 I had already spent $11.00 in beer and pizza!.. Woohoo-hoo-hoooww!..anyways, allow me to retort; Then we walked to &lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/az2/maloneys/"&gt;the place where everybody knows your name&lt;/a&gt;..yes, they play the song from Cheers at the end of the night. It's very fucking sweet, cuz you're all drunk n shit and you start singing that song while you're all fucking trashed!! It's awesome. Ok! A.D.D. is killing the story here..&lt;br /&gt;So, we meet the birthday girl (her 21st) and we drink a couple of cold ones in there, and we go to a place called CURVES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, with the 3 beers, I have now spent around $9.00 (so, $11.00 + $9.00 = $20.00 + $1.00 tip to the bartender (she was very cool with me) = $21.00 total, so far). Then, at CURVES I felt fucking raped by both the cover and the beer prices! $5.00 entrance and $4.50 for a beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's add it all together now!&lt;br /&gt;$11.00 (No Anchovies) + $10.00 (Maloneys) + $9.50 (Curves) = $29.50. &lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Then!!OOH HO !!&lt;br /&gt;NExt day, I spent almost 18 bucks going to the movies and this chick i don't know what she was thinkging (She's my friend, and that's IT!) she wanted me to pay for her ticket too! You know? This is my philosophy: I'm not a cheap bastard. I just think that If I'm going to get something in return, i'll invest money in it. But you know? I am not expecting anything in return (nor asking for it since I already have a girlfriend) but that was just plain fucking wrong. But you know? whatever.. she's my friend, and that's it. NowI know what to do. NOT to go to the movies with her. Period. She doesn't appreciate the value of money (and what It costs to win it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way... I love you maribel = **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there.&lt;br /&gt;If, IF she were my girlfriend, I wouldn't be pissed cuz.. you know? she's my girlfriend!.. but you know what? I hate being taken advantage of.&lt;br /&gt;So, fuck this.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go to class.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your week people!&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: PABLO IS COMING ON WEDNESDAY MARCH 2ND!! THAT'S RIGHT BITCHES!! WHOOOOOOOHOOO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-110961291908890950?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/110961291908890950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=110961291908890950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110961291908890950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110961291908890950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-weekend-in-beer.html' title='This Weekend in Beer'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-110936774587524445</id><published>2005-02-25T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T14:42:25.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Last Minute Updates...</title><content type='html'>Stephanie is turning 21 today!&lt;br /&gt;We're going BAR-HOPPING around 7 or 8 pm, then we're going to experience all the bars we can find in our way until midnight or so.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be a long fun night! =)&lt;br /&gt;If we're lucky, we will end this night at a stripclub.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not that interested in getting hammered or waster or whatever, I'm going to have a great time and hopefully Steph will too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humm..What else?&lt;br /&gt;I've lost so far.. 4 lbs in weight, 10 inches in diameter (stomach and all)&lt;br /&gt;I know it doesn't look as much, BUT, I lost 4 lbs of weight TOTAL. That doesn't specify where did it go. Well, it went right to my muscles. We're going in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hec.usace.army.mil/software/hec-ras/hecras-hecras.html"&gt;HEC-RAS&lt;/a&gt; Project almost done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huum.. 2 weeks 'til Springbreak.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to find a "Countdown Clock" until Spring Break.&lt;br /&gt;That'll be fun If I find it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realized that I have WAAY too much shit in my webpage haha, and that each and everyday is getting harder for my computer to open it since it's that heavy haha. Fun Fun Fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm gonna buy a &lt;a href="http://www.musiciansfriend.com/srs7/search/detail/base_id/39306/src=00631"&gt;Microphone Stand&lt;/a&gt; today and hopefully practice for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;I'll maybe buy a shirt too, or some sunglasses. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS MATES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-110936774587524445?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/110936774587524445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=110936774587524445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110936774587524445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110936774587524445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/02/some-last-minute-updates.html' title='Some Last Minute Updates...'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-110919595666636538</id><published>2005-02-23T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T14:59:16.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy shit with macarronis!! (Stir well..)</title><content type='html'>OK. Remember when I said that Pablo was coming to town? Well. It is finally happening!! (see &lt;a href="http://mikeelgerson.blogspot.com/2005/01/will-pablito-be-in-la-casa-today.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more information)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just e-mailed me and said that he was coming either Feb. 24th or Mar. 2nd, so we'll see. Either one of them is cool.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEC-RAS Project is coming! And I'm feeling fucking outrageously nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it'll be not that bad, so.. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a lot of news in my life but that VAGIANT is no longer in service. Meaning, the basketball season is over. We lost all our games, but, I had fun. Now I play basketball more often to stay in shape. (You should try it too!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow I'll buy some NO2 pills and see how i feel:__________ (fill in the blank) I haven't done the research very well, but apparently it allows NO2 to circulate through your bloodstream before and after u work out, thus, making you keep all buff and full of energy. Also, since your muscles are burning fat while in activity, all the food you eat goes directly to them creating lean muscle. &lt;br /&gt;Of course, a higher energy is a given. It also makes your veins grow larger allowing more blood to go to your muscles easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also it makes you feel like a fucking Stock-Racing car. Like the name.. is like NO2. IT MAKES YOU FLY! BITCH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Beware of the Monster.&lt;br /&gt;I shall hunt you in your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS MOTHAFUCKAS&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmh-Mmmmmmmmhhh, Bitch!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-110919595666636538?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/110919595666636538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=110919595666636538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110919595666636538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110919595666636538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/02/holy-shit-with-macarronis-stir-well.html' title='Holy shit with macarronis!! (Stir well..)'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-110897058848467853</id><published>2005-02-20T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T00:23:36.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I say? It's like this and like that!</title><content type='html'>Fo Shizzle Ma Nizzle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight, everybody &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; ... hammertime. I'm here about to represent and reconnect with my fellow readers cuz' this shit Imma about to drop, it's brand newdizzle and it's gonna make you say "whaaaaa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I got nothing really exiting to tell but to explain what happened with the last blog:&lt;br /&gt;It was rainy&lt;br /&gt;It was cloudy&lt;br /&gt;And I wasn't feeling "Caffeinated" enough.&lt;br /&gt;So, thursday.. Wow, it was the WORST fucking experience ever!&lt;br /&gt;It was like fighting Tyler Durden deep inside my subconscience (Meaning, I was fighting against my self, my desire to fall asleep) for an hour and a half! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is how it went:&lt;br /&gt;So. I was in my &lt;em&gt;Engineering Steel Design &lt;/em&gt;and there wasn't any coffee in my hands. Why? I didn't deposit money on my CATCARD, and I wasn't carrying cash. So I thought I was tough to handle the whole class without a cup a coffee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sounds easy, Right? Well... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;YOU ARE SO WRONG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are so dependent on Caffeine to start your day.. a cup is not enough, I have upgraded myself from the Tall size to Grande size. It's fucking ridiculous! I'm starting to develop an inmunity to Caffeine and that is also affecting my performance at the Gym.&lt;br /&gt;I take Hydroxicut(R) to workout, and It was doing the Job for me. Not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of taking 2 of those, I have to take 3 now... I think I'm going to upgrade to NO2.&lt;br /&gt;That new workout pill that apparently turns you into one of those monsters with huge veins and arms like steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you posted on that. I might try it for a while.&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'll stick to Hydroxicut and a Gallon of Water (1 Gal = 3.785 Lts) a Day. Nice, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Except that I need to stay close to a bathroom cuz I got to pee like an old man on viagra after a night of ... well, you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it right now. It's all I gots to say.&lt;br /&gt;It's good to have money again (I just got paid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q-Tip on The Chappelle Show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you gonna hit the sheets, then wrap it up tight!&lt;br /&gt;Cuz one bad decision, and you dick'll be smoking!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, Bitches.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Rick James.. haha.. Enjoy yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS MATES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-110897058848467853?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/110897058848467853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=110897058848467853' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110897058848467853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110897058848467853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-can-i-say-its-like-this-and-like.html' title='What can I say? It&apos;s like this and like that!'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-110858307211673400</id><published>2005-02-16T12:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T12:44:32.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no Noose Button in Life</title><content type='html'>All things seem fall down into pieces&lt;br /&gt;fitting down sketching circunmstances&lt;br /&gt;There is no explanation, no reason to be&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling myself it's just for a while&lt;br /&gt;while my soul holds on tighter and won't let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard enough already&lt;br /&gt;to describe the many ways I think&lt;br /&gt;to stop and listen to myself.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not who I thought I was, anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are what we want to be&lt;br /&gt;we believe and hear what fits the best&lt;br /&gt;Indecision feeds our brains&lt;br /&gt;have we lost ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit of my creativity.&lt;br /&gt;ADD:&lt;br /&gt;  -- 1 Qt. of Heavy Riffs&lt;br /&gt;  -- 2 tsps. Hardcore Screams&lt;br /&gt;  -- 2 tbps. Melodic Chorus&lt;br /&gt;  -- 1 1/2 Qt. of Guitar Solos&lt;br /&gt;  -- Shake well and served straight into the vein, and we'll have a good immitation of ATREYU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a hectic schedule for this next couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;This.. THIS is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more month to go to Obregon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Look how pretty she is, when she falls down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now there is no beauty in bleeding mascara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lip are quivering like a withering rose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's back again"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ATREYU (The Curse) - Bleeding Mascara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-110858307211673400?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/110858307211673400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=110858307211673400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110858307211673400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110858307211673400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/02/theres-no-noose-button-in-life.html' title='There&apos;s no Noose Button in Life'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-110819562236745584</id><published>2005-02-12T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T01:07:02.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Day in a Cloudy Shitty Day..</title><content type='html'>Well, so, Silvana! Nice meeting ya! Now YOU are a true reader since you have been a witness of the shit that happens around. By the way, don't get all freaky around Andy, he's a little bit sensitive. He don't mean no harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man! All I gots to say is: "Drama..more drama...dramamine.." I love it. That makes my fucking life interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the greatest and best song in the world. Tribute:&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago, me and my brother Kyle here,&lt;br /&gt;we were hitchhiking down, along in a lonesome road&lt;br /&gt;all of a sudden there shine the shiny demon, in the middle of the road..&lt;br /&gt;AND HE SAID!!&lt;br /&gt;"Play the best song in the world..or i'll eat your souls!"&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kyle, we looked at each other, and we said!!..&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;And we played the first thing that came to our heads&lt;br /&gt;just so happened to be, the best song in the world!&lt;br /&gt;It was the best song in the world!!&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes and is easy to see&lt;br /&gt;how one and one make two and one more makes three&lt;br /&gt;it was destiny!&lt;br /&gt;Once every hundred thousand years or so&lt;br /&gt;when the sun don't shine and the moon don't glow&lt;br /&gt;and the grass has grown..."&lt;br /&gt;--Tenacious-D , Tribute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great fucking song. I'm kinda buzzed but I'm sober enough to say that I had a great GREAT time today. I hope i felt like this every day.&lt;br /&gt;We should hang out more often Silvana, you are a down ass chick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out people, I shall pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...and the peculiar thing is this my friends,&lt;br /&gt;the song that was sang that faithful night&lt;br /&gt;it didn't actually sound anything like this song!&lt;br /&gt;This is just a tribute&lt;br /&gt;you gotta believe me!&lt;br /&gt;And I wish you were there,&lt;br /&gt;It's just a matter of opinions..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-110819562236745584?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/110819562236745584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=110819562236745584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110819562236745584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110819562236745584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/02/great-day-in-cloudy-shitty-day.html' title='A Great Day in a Cloudy Shitty Day..'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-110780515994852725</id><published>2005-02-07T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T12:39:19.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I smell DYNASTY!! </title><content type='html'>So.. the Pats won again.&lt;br /&gt;I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and.. about the comments. Thanks for your support. this weekend I spent more money on eating than drinking.. yay!! I did go to Applebee's and had 2 brewtus. That's all.. Like, 5 bucks? That's like.. nothing compared to what I used to spend in beer. Also, I watch the Superbowl at Tom's ... I pickedup a Coors Light Keg around 10 in the morning and around 5 pm when I got out of work, I had a beer or two..watching the game.&lt;br /&gt;I was hungover by 11:30 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today we play. VAGIANT attacks again!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we will win this time. We have some potential..even though we are playing in the SUNSET level intramurals.. that is, Intermediate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Slowly but throughly we shall get there were we belong.&lt;br /&gt;Until next time buddies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS MATES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-110780515994852725?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/110780515994852725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=110780515994852725' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110780515994852725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110780515994852725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-smell-dynasty.html' title='I smell DYNASTY!! '/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-110723588754995137</id><published>2005-01-31T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T22:31:27.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things just don't make Sense... But It's time to make some Changes</title><content type='html'>Well people. This is it. The moment I was waiting for...&lt;br /&gt;I'm quitting drinking.... for the rest of the Intramural Basketball Season.&lt;br /&gt;.. It's part of an internal bet, more like a commitment to myself. I thought today I was gonna die!&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the 1st quarter I was having a bad time trying to breath and by the 2nd Quarter I was about to spit out my heart. Honest to God I think I was going to have a heart attack right there. But I came back on the 3rd and 4th Quarter. I don't know how the hell I pulled out that amount of energy. Anyways, people, this doesn't mean my blog is gonna turn boring and pointless.. I'll keep you up with the anecdotes of my friends who will be trying to break me and make me drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already signed a paper stating that I will not drink on Super Bowl Sunday even though I'm the one picking up the Keg to the party. I just won't. Honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal: I wan't to know how many kilos (or pounds) I lose if I quit drinking, and how much money I save if do the already stated proposition. It's just a test. IF i lose more than 5 Kgs in the next 5 weeks.. I will stop completely. It's just pointless to me now, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;Like, I don't even drink for a drunken purpose of just getting hammered.. I just drink so I look "cool" and don't get rejected. But I think.. mmmh.. If i'm big enough and strong enough, people won't even mind trying to pick up on me since, well, I will kick their asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I'm just rambling. But the Bet is on.. or may I say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE QUEST IS ON!!!... I SHALL BE THE GREATEST LOSER!!! (weight-wise)&lt;br /&gt;I know I once said "Self Improvement is Masturbation" .. well, I do wanna live a longer life. So, FUCK YOU TYLER DURDEN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace to all you!&lt;br /&gt;Vagiant shall rule the Intramural Tournament!!&lt;br /&gt;(That's the name of our team...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-110723588754995137?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/110723588754995137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=110723588754995137' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110723588754995137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110723588754995137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/01/some-things-just-dont-make-sense-but.html' title='Some things just don&apos;t make Sense... But It&apos;s time to make some Changes'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-110714967764461242</id><published>2005-01-30T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T22:34:37.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you don't give a damn.. WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK!</title><content type='html'>So, I was about to answer something to &lt;a href="http://www.dontaskquestions.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt; and I saw that someone wrote a comment to her and well, I decided to check out her blog.. she's pretty cool so far. Humm, also, I found she had a Nerd Test and I have decided to post the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wxplotter.com/ft_nq.php?im"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="I am nerdier than 53% of all people. Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!" src="http://www.wxplotter.com/images/ft/nq.php?val=2660" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it. I'm somewhat Nerdy haha.&lt;br /&gt;By the way, sorry I haven't AIM with ya lately. I've been dead fucking busy doing my Engineering shit. I'm going NUTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And weelll... Love is there thankfully =) I fucking love her so much it's crazy. I come home from school/work and the 1st thing I do is get online to get to at least tell her goodnight. It's amazing. It's about time that I stopped my weekend warrior madness haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This week in Beer...I mean.. Fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday I just got together with a couple of friends and got plastered sometime before 12. Just like a fucking rookie.. gosh!&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, though, Tom "El Gringoloco" Chaffin was in town! so we went to my friend David's Birthday party and there were... 3 KEGS!! oh my god!! I hope you get the Idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 Kegs + Birthday Party (He'll be 21!) = &lt;strong&gt;A SHITLOAD OF PEOPLE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and LOTS OF FUN!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude! there was people that I haven't seen in years there!!!...&lt;br /&gt;but, check it out, this was what fucked up the whole thing.. highschool chicks showed up and like everybody was WHOOAAHHH BRAAH!! but.. dude.. most of the guys there (of course including me.. LOL) were 21 or older.. and wee-he-he-eeell.. Girls DO like older guys.&lt;br /&gt;Man, man, man!!&lt;br /&gt;One girl comes up to me and she's like "heey what's your name!?" ..and I swear I said:"Dude.. I bet your ass you're not even 18" She got quiet. Turned around, grabbed her friends.. and waaalked away..&lt;br /&gt;Thank god She left! otherwise she was going to find herself playing "hide tha salami" with any of the brahs around who sadly.. are pedofiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just sick.&lt;br /&gt;Kids, don't do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, besides that.. it went just like usual:&lt;br /&gt;crowded, crowded, more crowded.. then cops show up and all the underage dudes leave.. then we hit the bars for the next 45 minutes...hit "Los Betos Mexican Food" and then sleep.&lt;br /&gt;So there, that's my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS MATES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-110714967764461242?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/110714967764461242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=110714967764461242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110714967764461242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110714967764461242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/01/if-you-dont-give-damn-we-dont-give.html' title='If you don&apos;t give a damn.. WE DON&apos;T GIVE A FUCK!'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-110668593466450862</id><published>2005-01-25T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T13:45:34.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Loss, Love &amp; Things I Can't Change</title><content type='html'>     Well, I don't really know If I have lost weight, all I know is that I run a whole lot more than I used to, and sleep a whole lot better. But I guess is working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Love? Well, is there. And I like it! =)&lt;br /&gt;New Years Eve was interesting... I met this chick and well, things have been going on great and hopefully will continue to be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If there's something i can't change about me, is that well.. I love cooking! So, I don't know if my diets are ever going to improve. Also, I can't stop being me, you know what I'm saying? I just never felt this right in my life! Is like I've found the fountain of youth and all those hard times are just way gone and that's the way they're going to stay. Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh!! Never thought that being in love would make me think a whole lot less and&lt;br /&gt;..be a whole lot more, like me.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Who's sleeping on my right side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of the bed, tonight!?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever cried so hard, maybe you'll just die!&lt;br /&gt;Who's sleeping on my right side &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;of the bed, tonight!?&lt;br /&gt;have you ever cried so hard, have you ever cried so hard!!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Atreyu (The Curse - 2004) , Right Side of the Bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-110668593466450862?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/110668593466450862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=110668593466450862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110668593466450862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110668593466450862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/01/weight-loss-love-things-i-cant-change.html' title='Weight Loss, Love &amp; Things I Can&apos;t Change'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-110629706832626450</id><published>2005-01-21T01:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T01:44:28.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Shit..</title><content type='html'>Llega un bato a un bar, y mira en el menú:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortas de bolonia $10&lt;br /&gt;Tortas de jamon $20&lt;br /&gt;Tortas de Pierna $30&lt;br /&gt;PUÑETAS $100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mira a la barra, ve a la mesera y ve que esta bien buena. Se le acerca y en voz baja le dice: oiga disculpe quién hace las puñetas aquí?&lt;br /&gt;la mesera le dice: yo señor. Porque, quiere q le haga una??&lt;br /&gt;No! lo que quiero es que se lave bien las manos porque voy a querer una torta de jamon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-110629706832626450?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/110629706832626450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=110629706832626450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110629706832626450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110629706832626450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/01/random-shit.html' title='Random Shit..'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-110629511447447199</id><published>2005-01-21T01:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T01:11:54.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...What Drives the Weak?</title><content type='html'>Dudes and Dudettes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's it going?&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing fine, why thank you!&lt;br /&gt;Like I said on my previous Post... I am looking for more new upcoming punk-emo-hardcore-metal bands such as Thrice, Atreyu, Shadows Fall, Killswitch Engage.. Please..PLEASE keep me informed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.. I took this personality test that Die-N took.. and of all celebrities I ended up on the psychological level of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.similarminds.com/leader/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/othertests.html"&gt;What Famous Leader Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right! MOTHERFUCKING GANDHI!! I make shit happen and I lead by example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I just thought it was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;...anyways. Well, good to know Die-N is still alive and posting. Keep me informed! your like is like FX's 24 !!! Now, THAT's a must see show..&lt;br /&gt;Keep it real people.&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonorrea: Oh, Hello! Dave Chappelle! I haven't seen you in a long time!&lt;br /&gt;Dave Chappelle: ..Dirty muthafucka!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kneehigh Park Episode. The Chappelle Show (Comedy Central - 2003)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS MATES!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-110629511447447199?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/110629511447447199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=110629511447447199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110629511447447199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110629511447447199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/01/what-drives-weak.html' title='...What Drives the Weak?'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-110612215817879175</id><published>2005-01-19T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T01:09:18.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOBER SALLY</title><content type='html'>ATREYU Rocks my SOCKS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. No, Pablo didn't show up. Got some troubles and he re-schedule to come over on the 19th of February. Embrace yourselves! That day it's gonna be NUTS!! NUUUUUUUUUUTSS I TELL YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Until then, I shall hold myself sober like i did this weekend.. so when he comes, the beer will taste a LOT better.. you know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here experimenting with a couple of new bands, trying to expand my horizons..&lt;br /&gt;ATREYU&lt;br /&gt;SHADOWS FALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like sugestions to expand my mind into the new metal realm.&lt;br /&gt;Expand my already huge knowledge of Rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Nuff said.. I shall keep y'all posted with the newest, the coolest, the suckiest, the good, the bad and the ugly of my future events. Keep in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS MATES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-110612215817879175?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/110612215817879175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=110612215817879175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110612215817879175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110612215817879175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/01/sober-sally.html' title='SOBER SALLY'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-110572446764008771</id><published>2005-01-14T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T10:41:07.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Pablito be in La Casa Today?</title><content type='html'>This is something I've been waiting for since I moved out of Tucson.&lt;br /&gt;One of my best friends is coming over to visit to the 520's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm pretty psyched about it. So what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a lot to say, but, I can tell it's gonna be really cool if Pablo gets here on time to go to the bars tonight. If he comes over, then.. Miguel, Mike, Andy, Pablo, Me and apparently a friend of Andy's who is coming over from Indiana too. A happy bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my dear readers.. keep on truckin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- "May I have your attention please! I just got an urgent message. I need you all to stop whatever you are doing, and listen to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      CANNONBAAAALL!!!!...." -- Anchorman, The Legend of Ron Burgundy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome movie.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers Mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-110572446764008771?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/110572446764008771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=110572446764008771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110572446764008771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110572446764008771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/01/will-pablito-be-in-la-casa-today.html' title='Will Pablito be in La Casa Today?'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-110555178988687306</id><published>2005-01-12T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T10:43:09.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Jorge, Bitch!</title><content type='html'>So, that topic says a lot about last night.&lt;br /&gt;Happy hour at Applebee's, a pretty cool waitress who gave us one free drink..&lt;br /&gt;and Mickey's Malt Liquor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of a Complete Diet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm writing haikus, but I'm just a little bit lazy today. That's all. Thank GOD I decided to check my email before I went to class, because the secretary from the Civil Engineering Dpt. just emailed us that our professor is out of town, so our first class will be on Friday. Excellent!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm going home and loving it.&lt;br /&gt;Peace out people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that blogging is going to help me get this crazy shit out my system and make me sane.&lt;br /&gt;Even though that is a little bit impossible, I feel it's doing something to me.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully something good..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Rick James, Bitch!! ha ha ha, Enjoy yourself...Cocaine is a hell of a drug! -- D. Chappelle "The Chapelle Show" (Charlie Murphy &amp;amp; Rick James)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comedycentral.com/tv_shows/chappellesshow/showclips.jhtml"&gt;The Chappelle Show Clips&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-110555178988687306?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/110555178988687306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=110555178988687306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110555178988687306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110555178988687306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-jorge-bitch.html' title='I&apos;m Jorge, Bitch!'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-110540371446307799</id><published>2005-01-10T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T17:35:14.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't want to know... </title><content type='html'>Well here I am. Tucson, AZ.&lt;br /&gt;Back in the 520's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla at all the bahllerz!!&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we are throwing a little get together after last night's interesting episode.&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to Illustrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.&lt;br /&gt;This asshole thinks he is so cool, hip and "PIMP" cuz he's hitting on a girl who will obviously hit anything since she had WAY too much vodka shots, beer.. well, let's just refer to it as "ALCOHOL".  This party was a complete sausage party; everybody left around 1 AM and me and my roomate Brandon where there in the end after Chris (My roomate) went out with this girl who was at the party to buy Ziggys (Cigarretes, Smokes..).&lt;br /&gt;Here all hell broke lose.&lt;br /&gt;This dude was TOO drunk and beligerant and was offending our friend and neighbor "Megan", also insulting Brandon because we, me and him were just there to make sure everybody left before us so we could make sure she'll be safe. So he did not wanted to go, that fucking drunk cunt stayed there insulting until he decided he had said enough, spit on Brandon and landed like 6 blows at him in his face.. Oh god! You gave me way to much restrain!.. so i took the drunk ass, lifted him and threw him to the mirror closet doors and after a while and more bullshit he finally left.&lt;br /&gt;So he goes to our apartment and flips our coffee table upside down, kicks the PS2 and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;More Bullshit. Brace yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;This fucking cunt goes downstairs and finds Chris and this girl in the parking lot coming back to our apartment and runs up to Chris and beats the shit out of him. Chris is no fool. He lets the drunk do its thing and leave.. Chris takes his plaques numbers, calls the police, and now he's being looked with 2 counts on assault. That motherfucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saddest thing is that this kid is a pussy! I could've taken him down! But well.. then I WOULD'VE HAD THE ASSAULT COUNTS... So that's that.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, more drinking. Chicks. Friends. Beer. Barbeque. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting laid? Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Getting drunk? More likely, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the welcoming party to Tucson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS MATES!!&lt;br /&gt;Keep in touch people... more on this shall come soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-110540371446307799?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/110540371446307799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=110540371446307799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110540371446307799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110540371446307799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-didnt-want-to-know.html' title='I didn&apos;t want to know... '/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-110461694005459522</id><published>2005-01-01T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T15:02:20.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 Comes ... Geez! Was I that Drunk?</title><content type='html'>Hey now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's everyone doing!&lt;br /&gt;This blog is dedicated to all my bros down there in Tucson: Miguel, Mike, Andy, Matt, Chris, Brandon, Gil, Kasey, Danny, David (Polish Power!!!),  and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Andy, I know you read this blog more than any of those in that list. Well, happy new year and merry christmas and all... We shall drink when we get to Tucson. Hell yeah! Maybe the titty bar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This break has been a rain of events that have marked this new times with good and bad memories..&lt;br /&gt;Good memories... DUDE MY BROTHER GOT AN XBOX AND I ALL I HAVE DONE THIS BREAK IS PLAY HALO 2!! It´s aweseome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho.. Mexico has been good to me, but not as good as Tucson has been to me this last 4 years. Lots of fun, lots of learning lots of events... Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, best of wishes to everyone and hope all your wildest dreams come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers Mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-110461694005459522?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/110461694005459522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=110461694005459522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110461694005459522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110461694005459522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2005/01/2005-comes-geez-was-i-that-drunk.html' title='2005 Comes ... Geez! Was I that Drunk?'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-110333211500500056</id><published>2004-12-17T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T18:08:35.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep on talking shit if ya looking for a FIGHT!!</title><content type='html'>Ok, ya estamos en obregon. Pinche cagadero! Salgo de Tucson hecho a la verga despues de un dia como calzon de puta para arriba y para abajo haciendo un sin fin de cosas q tenia q tener listo para irme a obregon... y pues pa acabarla de aca pintarla con mierda enzima.. el puto camion se llena de fayuqueros, homeless, y viejas gordas apestosas... Y como es mi suerte? me toco enseguida.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;del homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin, llegue a hermosillo ypa colmo no s brican de guatejodido a guatepeor.. de Crucero.. a Elite. Wow.. (Here's when I say I have reached, top bottom) .. he tocado fondo. (There, it's done).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y pues ya ya.. llego a obregon, y pues todo el dia agusto dando vueltas comiendo comida casera.. y molestando a mi amigo mientras tira el niño..y yo me estoy tirando unos pedoooooootes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.. ya va bien. Pues aqui estoy escuchando las mamadas del Pablo que usualmente me entretiene por horas. No se porque.. pero siempre tiene algo interesante que contar. Muy interesantes preguntas a las que nunca tengo una respuesta coherente que tener mas que.. si, no, aah, ok, simon...Pero encuentro nuestras conversaciones altamente interesantes. Si. En fin, pues ahora saldremos al cuartel y ver q cuentan las personas de ciudad obregon, sonora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por el momento paso a retirarme a seguir teniendo conversaciones incoherentes con Pablo y esperar a que lleguen mis camaradas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonzo&lt;br /&gt;Aguayo&lt;br /&gt;Mudo&lt;br /&gt;Sammy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Tepic, Monterrey, Celaya, Mexicali.. y pasar gratos momentos con mis amigos que viven aqui en Obregon: Pablo, Fito y Huesos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers Mates!&lt;br /&gt;Is good to be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-110333211500500056?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/110333211500500056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=110333211500500056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110333211500500056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110333211500500056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2004/12/keep-on-talking-shit-if-ya-looking-for.html' title='Keep on talking shit if ya looking for a FIGHT!!'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-110309894298980594</id><published>2004-12-15T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T01:22:22.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This has been by far the worst day of my life.</title><content type='html'>You know? this last 4 days before last friday when I had my CE 218 final, I thought that this day was going to be really bad. Very tiring, stressing and nerve crunching, but you know what? I turn out to be A WHOLE LOT WORSE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... on my first test, I thought It was the easiest final I have ever done in years, however, I realized that almost all I did was sorta wrong. At least I'll get over a 65% hopefully (If such thing happens, I'm up for a nice C..which is nice!) and I'll be able to enjoy my holidays. In my last two years I haven't been able to enjoy my holidays thanks to the motherfucking grades. Even though I try, It just doesn't work! I mean, I'm College! yes! I go out, I have fun!.. but, dude.. come on.. Is not fucking impossible to have an A... It just doesn't happen! I cannot find the way to get there! or at least a B. B's are good.. Oh well. Enough ranting, I already know that I passed my classes since I did the math and the teachers HOPEFULLY will curve. Math is a sure thing i'll get a C. Structures is a close call between a B &amp; a C. I got 2 A's though, and I think another C or a B.  That's fine.. but... I know I could've done better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next semester, my friend.  Next semester. Can I cry now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-110309894298980594?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/110309894298980594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=110309894298980594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110309894298980594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110309894298980594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-has-been-by-far-worst-day-of-my.html' title='This has been by far the worst day of my life.'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-110266239571106039</id><published>2004-12-09T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T00:06:35.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler... my eyes are open</title><content type='html'>"Self improvement is Masturbation" - Tyler Durden, Fight Club (2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up people? Here just letting y'all know how busy I am at the moment and will still be until Tuesday 10 am (on my double header -- CE 333 @ 10am , MATH 254 @ 2pm) when my brain will finally and gracefully explode and then be eating by a militia of rodents and maggots..ok! too gore here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, but really, I will kick ass this weekend and Tuesday I shall swing both tests through my balls (me las voy a pasar por los huevos =) ), but now I will focus in the task at hand which is give a final review on CE 218 (Mech. of Fluids) since I have my final tomorrow at 11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here, don't feel left out... I'm just too busy being a NERD.&lt;br /&gt;Peace out people, apparently all my buddies from back home will get together in December, so there WILL DEFINITELY be LOTS of drinkin' brews!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT 99 PROBLEMS BUT BITCH AIN'T ONE!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIT ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-110266239571106039?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/110266239571106039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=110266239571106039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110266239571106039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110266239571106039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2004/12/tyler-my-eyes-are-open.html' title='Tyler... my eyes are open'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-110185751592902597</id><published>2004-11-30T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T16:32:23.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE FINALS!</title><content type='html'>...Bueno, no hay mucho que decir acerca de este fin. El fin pasado no pistie el viernes, pero que tal el sabado? No sali, eso si, pero jejeje vino raza el sabado a mi casa y pss.. ni modo que no!?&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, el resto de esa semana fue epica. Tarea, tarea, tarea, estudiar, estudiar, estudiar.. no dormir --Siempre parte de una semana no-nutritiva!! ...yuuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero el miercoles en la mediodia, agarramos camino a la tierra que me vio nacer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cd. Obregon, Sonora! (Ciudad Psycotica -- Segun Fido Smith)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pues nomas me la pase de niño bueno con la familia, tragando, descansando y dando vueltas de mi madre. El viernes fui al gym y al cuartel en la noche (para aquellos que me vieron, jejeje shhh) y pues el sabado a comer a la Tarraya con toda la happy family y a ver &lt;a href="http://exorcistthebeginning.warnerbros.com/"&gt;The Exorcist &lt;/a&gt;en el nuevo cinemastar!* y pues ya caminito de regreso a tucson el domingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este lunes no hize nada mas que estar o estudiando en mi escritorio o leyendo en mi cama un libro que se llama "Tus Zonas Erroneas". Muy bueno, leanlo si la neta quieren tener control total sobre su vida (hint: Tu decides como sentirte en CUALQUIER momento).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay nos estamos viendo gente, Cheers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 DIAS DE SOBRIEDAD A CONTINUACION HASTA DICIEMBRE 17...&lt;br /&gt;More news will come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die-N: - You BETTER call if you come down to Tucson, aight? ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-110185751592902597?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/110185751592902597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=110185751592902597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110185751592902597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110185751592902597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-hate-finals.html' title='I HATE FINALS!'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-110058522668612033</id><published>2004-11-15T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T23:07:06.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Done... MARK MY WORDS!</title><content type='html'>Ok, everyone FREEZE!! This will only take a few minutes!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't panic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.  I'm done.  I'm done going out partying on the weekends.  Today I have reached to that conclusion and it shall be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more: &lt;br /&gt;* Bud Lights&lt;br /&gt;* Heinekens&lt;br /&gt;* Michelobs&lt;br /&gt;* Malibus&lt;br /&gt;* Cpt. Morgans&lt;br /&gt;* Hennesy (if I actually did drink that at the party where I was messed with big-time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and all other Alcoholic Beverages.  I have equiped myself with the last 12 Pack o' Beer I'll buy until the end of the semester where I will resume my daily (weekend-ly) activities and then after the hangover is gone.. Inform you. But as of now.. I will only post my daily rants and bullshit and football, math, engineering, homeworks, women, teachers and god-forsaken Teacher Assistants!! DIE! YOU HEAR ME? DIE!! .. Except you Chitnis.. you're cool, you actually do help me understand my classes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the rest of you... DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uuuhm. I wonder what will the government think if they read this blog .. tee-hee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Note&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;I'm just kidding!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There! So... now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FREAK OUT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the oddest Blog I have ever posted.. hope you enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I shall take my time to give a couple messages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die-N: WHAT THE FUCK!? I'm falling behind and you are not informing me about your life..I crave for information about you in your page! haha Just kidding. Big Hello's here from Tucson, Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fido: Que pedo mahn? Voy a obregon en Turkey Day Weekend (Thanksgiving Day Weekend) Haber si nos vemos por aquellos rumbos en Obregonlandia y nos vamos al Cuartel o a la Barra a tirar la anteriormente mencionada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main: Caele a obregon ese fin jejeje hace unchingo q no vamos a un Titty-Bar hehehe hay que revivir a CRAZY TONGUE!! HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..enough. Take care people.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers mates!.. wait! No. I'm not drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRINK FOR ME Y'ALL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-110058522668612033?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/110058522668612033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=110058522668612033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110058522668612033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110058522668612033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-done-mark-my-words.html' title='I&apos;m Done... MARK MY WORDS!'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-110028569345811647</id><published>2004-11-12T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T11:54:53.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vodka, Beer, Punk-Rock or Pillows..</title><content type='html'>What up people?&lt;br /&gt;Back in the huddle, ready to roll like always, son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El dia de hoy tenemos un suculento manjar para escojer: &lt;em&gt;Maloneys, Applebee's&lt;/em&gt;.. o &lt;u&gt;mi cama&lt;/u&gt;. Me acoste hasta las putas 5 am haciendo tarea como loco para Eng. Fluid Mechanics y no fue divertido :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend may &amp;amp; may not be as interesting as the other ones. All I know is that I will do some homework this weekend. It's time I take some time off my party life and study some of this engineering shit. Or my ass is out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! After 10 at Applebee': &lt;strong&gt;$2.00 Kamikazes&lt;/strong&gt;!! Happy Hour kicks so much ass when the&lt;strong&gt; Long Island Iced Teas&lt;/strong&gt; are only &lt;strong&gt;$3.50&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;super beer mugs&lt;/strong&gt;, only &lt;strong&gt;$1.50&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they should change their slogan to: "&lt;em&gt;Feeling Drunk In the Neighborhood&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as random as the commentaries of a 5 year old after someone explains him about "The Bees" (&lt;em&gt;Las avejitas y las colmenas jeje.. &lt;strong&gt;SEX DAMMIT! SEX!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Anywho..yesterday I felt how my life was being drained out of my body while I was at work. That place is psychologically consuming, honestly, I don't realize how much I hate working there until I step into the grill and say.. "&lt;em&gt;aww, fucking shit. I got 4 orders already and I just fucking got here!!&lt;/em&gt;" It's Bullshit. With some luck that place will catch on fire or something or I'll get called from any firm. I need to change jobs SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Engineers looking for gophers?? (&lt;em&gt;Go-Pher&lt;/em&gt;-that application.. &lt;em&gt;Go-Pher&lt;/em&gt;-my coffee, etc) a.k.a. BITCHES?? I'll gladly make some bomb-ass coffee for you, pick your mail, wash your car, your dog, your (&lt;em&gt;any member of your family, anything that needs to be cleaned, washed, rinsed, etc&lt;/em&gt;) pick your mail, your phonecalls, appointments, file papers, faxes, applications, permits, etc. BUT GET ME OUT OF PSFU (&lt;em&gt;Park Student Fucking Union&lt;/em&gt;)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? Fuck it. Ignore Paragraph 2.. I need a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later people. There will be some fun tonight.. I know that.&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS MATES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-110028569345811647?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/110028569345811647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=110028569345811647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110028569345811647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/110028569345811647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2004/11/vodka-beer-punk-rock-or-pillows.html' title='Vodka, Beer, Punk-Rock or Pillows..'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-109989774669148027</id><published>2004-11-07T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T00:09:06.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...to my neglected readers (raise your hands if you're there..) </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening: -- Green Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams&lt;br /&gt;Thinking: -- Damn..I do waste some money in booze on the weekends. Yikes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok people. I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you now officially hate me because all this time I was a HUGE bush follower, which I still am, but you know what? I'm entired to my very own opinion! And yes! I think Kerry wasn't cut for the spot, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was off-the-shizzle-ma-nizzle!! even though I was the D.D. for the night, I had a good night looking at my friends getting happily drunk while I was just waiting for the night to get over to drive their asses back home. But FRIDAY..oh, man! It all started around 3 after I went to eat at &lt;a href="http://www.jimmyjohns.com/index.asp?s=33Rra3XpFwITiFwV2gE68kzf"&gt;Jimmy Johns&lt;/a&gt; and bought two Six-Packs of BL's, it was friggin amazing. The Sandwich was money man! (I just stole that "..it's money!" from &lt;em&gt;Andy&lt;/em&gt;... along with his frase "oy vey!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we went where everybody feels good around the neighborhood..&lt;a href="http://www.applebees.com"&gt;Applebee's&lt;/a&gt; and enjoyed that amber looking liquid that brings people close and makes things happen (when the need of making things happen is due). Not also I drank that, but also I dared myself to try for the first time a drink I've been listening of a lot of lately. &lt;a href="http://www.drinksmixer.com/drink590.html"&gt;Long Island Iced-Tea&lt;/a&gt;. It was an orgasmic experiene I cannot wait to repeat!! It was both sweet and highly intoxicating. Thank god for Quesadillas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we drove back to my crib to pick up some shit and went to &lt;em&gt;Andy's &lt;/em&gt;and left to Maloneys around 11. It was a fun night, not very crouded. The Ratio of Sausage vs. Vertical-Smiles wasn't favoring my side, which sucks. So here I am trying to pick up chicks when suddenly, yes indeed, &lt;em&gt;Andy&lt;/em&gt; gets kicked out of the bar once again because of him being "too drunk". It's bullshit. Maloney's is turning into one senseless bitch.&lt;strong&gt; STOP IT&lt;/strong&gt;!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SAY!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;STOP IT&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I got my old shift back. ALL FUCKING DAY! How is that for a change now huh?&lt;br /&gt;But..don't panic people. Cuz LIVE FROM TUCSON ARIZONA!! IT'S SATURDAY NIGHT!! And we were planning on getting pretty fucked up. We were succesfull.&lt;br /&gt;We (Me and &lt;em&gt;Miguel&lt;/em&gt;) went with a friend of ours to a party. There was a &lt;strong&gt;Keg&lt;/strong&gt; there. Oh boy, that means trouble!!... &lt;em&gt;Miguel&lt;/em&gt; got VERY drunk..It was a long time since I've seen his ass that drunk. So, it was good times, until I had to drive him to Star Ranch. I wasn't feeling drunk at all at the moment, but when I got out of the car when I got there, it kicked in. BIG TIME! and I just jumped in the back seat and passed out until we got back to my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to talk about today, because all the things I had in mind doing went to shit, cuz I had to cover for &lt;em&gt;Frank-The-Tank&lt;/em&gt; (a.k.a. &lt;em&gt;Frankcakes&lt;/em&gt;...or &lt;em&gt;Beast Master&lt;/em&gt;. He seriously looks like the guy from "The Beast Master" series!) from 10 to 4.&lt;br /&gt;Of course! I got to work at 11!!! HA! You think I was gonna get up at 9 after such night!?? In your fucking dreams man!&lt;br /&gt;So this was my weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you can top that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate the game, not the playah!&lt;br /&gt;CHEERS MATES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-109989774669148027?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/109989774669148027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=109989774669148027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109989774669148027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109989774669148027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-my-neglected-readers-raise-your.html' title='...to my neglected readers (raise your hands if you&apos;re there..) '/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-109952718596625161</id><published>2004-11-03T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T17:13:05.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 MORE YEARS BABY!!</title><content type='html'>There! I said it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently all the Kerry fans at every single College Campus on the US were not enough to get the vote out for him. Keep dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go finish what you started man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-109952718596625161?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/109952718596625161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=109952718596625161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109952718596625161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109952718596625161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2004/11/4-more-years-baby.html' title='4 MORE YEARS BABY!!'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-109894697805634654</id><published>2004-10-27T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T00:02:58.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh shit! I Almost forget!</title><content type='html'>This weekend I have four options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chips-tv.com/"&gt;Poncharelo&lt;/a&gt; from CHiPs&lt;br /&gt;PEZ Dispenser&lt;br /&gt;Tequila Bottle (A costume in the shape of a Sauza Tequila Bottle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.that70sshow.com/c_fez.htm&lt;/a"&gt;Fez&lt;/a&gt; (From that 70's Show)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please cast your vote by friday at 12 pm (Noon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And check out this link If you like to go to bars:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://download.nmu.edu/~renee/personality.html"&gt;BELIEVE ME! IT WILL HELP!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out niggz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-109894697805634654?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/109894697805634654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=109894697805634654' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109894697805634654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109894697805634654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh-shit-i-almost-forget.html' title='Oh shit! I Almost forget!'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-109894576941800767</id><published>2004-10-27T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T23:42:49.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>I really don't know if this shit is true..but if it is.. I'm going to do the quiz for the mixed drinks!! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border width="280" bg border="1" style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: arial,verdana"&gt;Your Icecream Flavour is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 16pt; COLOR: #000099; FONT-FAMILY: arial,verdana"&gt;Choc-Chip Cookie Dough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.go-quiz.com/icecream-cccd.gif" align="right" /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: arial,verdana"&gt;You are fancy shmancy! You have all the bells and whistles and you attract the most gluttonous of ice-cream shop patrons. You are fattening and intensely rich. That being said, you are very tasty and have a huge fanbase! good for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/icecream/icecream-test.php"&gt;What is your Icecream Flavour?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out at &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/"&gt;Go Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-109894576941800767?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/109894576941800767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=109894576941800767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109894576941800767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109894576941800767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2004/10/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-109882167647405240</id><published>2004-10-26T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T13:14:36.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Rainy Afternoon Without .. Something to Do?</title><content type='html'>Pues aqui en este dia lluvioso en la desertica ciudadela de Tucson, Arizona esta lloviendo y bajando la temperatura (woohoo! me encanta el frio!) y yo aqui encerrado en el laboratorio de computadoras como todo un huevon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que les dire? Pues este fin no estuvo tan interesante. Viernes trabaje de 4 a 7 y regrese a casa de Andy y me presto el carro para ir a mi casa a cambiarme y bañarme y regresar con un Six de &lt;a href="http://www.beerpal.com/beerinfo.asp?ID=" 414=""&gt;Amberbock&lt;/a&gt;. A huevo nos lo pisteamos agusto mientras Miguel llegaba por nosotros para ir a &lt;a href="http://www.maloneystavern.com/"&gt;Maloneys&lt;/a&gt;. Despues de alli nada interesante sucedio mas que los usuales comentarios "muy gorda" .. "mmmh, a ella no pero a su amiga si" .. "esta cheve sabe a gloria!". Despues como recetado por el doctor, Burrito y a dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabado fui al juego de Arizona vs. California.. perdimos 38 - 0 . Horrible. Veanlo ustedes mismos &lt;a href="http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/98/46/02_2.html"&gt; Arizona vs. Cal &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviamente, de alli al Maloneys y a disfrutar. Nuestro viejo amigo Tom El Gringoloco nos acompaño y fue una interesante velada. Esta vez no hubo burrito, pero no me salve de mi midnight snack : Quesadilla con salchicha jejeje.. y a dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya me dio hueva de tan solo pensar que no hize nada interesante este fin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note To Self&lt;/span&gt;:  -- Get the Poncharelo Costume for Friday Night!! HALLOWEEN PARTY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-109882167647405240?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/109882167647405240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=109882167647405240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109882167647405240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109882167647405240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2004/10/another-rainy-afternoon-without.html' title='Another Rainy Afternoon Without .. Something to Do?'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-109838802675605482</id><published>2004-10-21T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T12:47:06.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat Tires, Absenth &amp; That Other Thing I Can't Remember..</title><content type='html'>Well, two days ago I bought a six pack of &lt;a href="http://www.briansbelly.com/beerbelly/fattire.shtml"&gt;Fat Tire&lt;/a&gt; and today I feel in the need of drinking it.&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely, one of the best amber colored beer I've ever tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said, If any of you know where I can find any &lt;a href="http://www.absinthe-accessory.com/"&gt;Absinthe&lt;/a&gt; then let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really should go to class... soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is coming, and I don't what to say but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO WILDCATS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-109838802675605482?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/109838802675605482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=109838802675605482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109838802675605482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109838802675605482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2004/10/fat-tires-absenth-that-other-thing-i.html' title='Fat Tires, Absenth &amp; That Other Thing I Can&apos;t Remember..'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-109816170026282330</id><published>2004-10-18T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T21:55:30.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You may say, I'm a dreamer. But I'm not the only one... </title><content type='html'>I hope some day you will join us..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Perfect Circle -- Imagine (2004)&lt;/em&gt; -- (&lt;em&gt;A Cover from John Lennon's "Imagine"&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, con eso abro boca el dia de hoy. Es un rolon de Poca madre la neta a pesar de ser un cover de John Lennon hecho "&lt;em&gt;a la dark&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;y tocada en drop-D que vendria siendo yo creo que DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin, nada interesante paso ahora aparte de haber ido al &lt;u&gt;Maloneys&lt;/u&gt; un poco tarde el sabado en la noche cuando estaba al mismo tiempo nada mas y nada menos que el festival local de musica "&lt;em&gt;Club Crawl&lt;/em&gt;." En ese dichoso evento, numerosas bandas locales se avientan toquines en cerca de 16 clubs alrededor de 4th Avenue, Congress St. y en algunos otros lugares en la ciudad como "&lt;em&gt;Zia Records&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El caso es que fuimos como a las 11:30 ( la cual es la hora a la que siempre vamos a los bares) y estaba un colon de la chingada para entrar. Dos de mis amigos que venian conmigo (&lt;u&gt;Andy&lt;/u&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;u&gt;Mike&lt;/u&gt;) decidieron ir del otro lado de la calle al Bar-Pub "The Shanty" y hecharse unas cervezas en un ambiente un poco mas mellow. Pero no, &lt;u&gt;Miguel&lt;/u&gt; y &lt;u&gt;yo&lt;/u&gt; decidimos quedarnos en "&lt;em&gt;Old Reliable&lt;/em&gt;." Esto provo un punto muy bueno: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;El que persevera alcanza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" y asi fue. Asi fue: Tan solo esperamos por 15 minutos y entramos porque mucha gente se desespero y se salio de la cola, y ademas de "&lt;em&gt;bonus&lt;/em&gt;" llegaron unos amigos y se unieron a la fila con nosotros (a.k.a. los metimos enfrente jeje en la cola) y etuvimos &lt;em&gt;"pitiando"&lt;/em&gt; todos juntos alli adentro. Super cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya que salimos y caminamos de regreso al carro ( que por cierto estacionamos hasta la 5ta madre) ..bueno, por caminar me refiero a "intentar caminar en linea recta" lo cual no fue el caso jeje fue un poco en funcion de: f(x) = Sin x , y fuimos a casa de Andy a haber si habia algo de tomar. Y oh gloria in excelsis deius!! -- Una gran botella de Smirnoff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 1: &lt;u&gt;The discovery &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miguel&lt;/strong&gt;: Where's the Vodka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andy&lt;/strong&gt;: Right there on top of the shelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miguel&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miguel camina hacia la cocina, toma la botella, la abre, y la huele. Toma dos segundos, y se empina un gran trago de vodka como si estuviera tomando agua. Habiamos dudado que realmente fuera agua... pero estabamos equivocados. Miguel mostro con una gran sonrisa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miguel&lt;/strong&gt;: (It smiles and says:) Yeap. Is vodka, alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All&lt;/strong&gt;: HELL YEAH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jorge&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey andy, do you have some Orange Juice or some Fruit Punch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Andy&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah, there's some OJ in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge camina hacia el refrigerador, toma un vaso y le pone hielos. Vierte un poco de jugo de naranja y camina de regreso a Miguel quien ahora esta en el balcon viendo los carros pasar por Euclid St.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jorge&lt;/strong&gt;: Hey, pass the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;(Miguel hands the bottle to Jorge, and pours some Vodka in the OJ. Then he tastes it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jorge&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh, this is heaven baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 2: - &lt;u&gt;The Achievement&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miguel in this scene goes wild with Smirnoff. Enough Said, He chugs like 1/4 of the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scene 3: - &lt;u&gt;The Morning After.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge is sleeping when suddenly the phone rings around 10:34 am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jorge&lt;/strong&gt;: Mhh, hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miguel&lt;/strong&gt;: NEVER AGAIN!! NEVER AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jorge&lt;/strong&gt;: hahahahahahhahaa does it hurt?! You crazy motherfucker!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miguel&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah it does. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jorge&lt;/strong&gt;: haha aight then. I'm going back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miguel&lt;/strong&gt;: OK. Talk to ya later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jorge&lt;/strong&gt;: Aight. Later. (Jorge hangs up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of Scene. End of Play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, me brinque el viernes porque la neta no hicimos nada interesante mas que ir a pistear a casa de una amiga "&lt;em&gt;Stephanie&lt;/em&gt;" y nos fuimos d alli ocmo a las 4:30 despues de hecharme una siestecilla de 1 hora y despertar con un letrero escrito en mi frente: "&lt;strong&gt;COCK&lt;/strong&gt;" y un pito dibujado en mi cachete ... y &lt;strong&gt;me chingue 2 burros&lt;/strong&gt;: Uno de Carne Asada y Uno de Chorizo con Huevo.&lt;br /&gt;No volvi a comer nada concreto en todo el dia hasta el nuevo aviso (La hora de la gran salida -- El dolor inminente). COME ON ICE CREAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y fido, NYSE y DOW JONES estaran en mi lista mahn!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE OUT FOOLS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-109816170026282330?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/109816170026282330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=109816170026282330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109816170026282330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109816170026282330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2004/10/you-may-say-im-dreamer-but_109816170026282330.html' title='&quot;You may say, I&apos;m a dreamer. But I&apos;m not the only one... '/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-109785540591652061</id><published>2004-10-15T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T08:50:05.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My single serving readers..</title><content type='html'>"...And single serving friends, with their single serving greetings and their single serving coffee with their proportional single serving packet of sugar..." -- Fight Club (2000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muy buena pelicula.. En fin. Son las 8:37 am y aqui estoy posteando antes de irme a mi clase a leer el periodico... digo! a tomar apuntes! haha valla que cosas digo hehe hehe.. hemm.. mmh. Bueno, y acabando de leer que a lo mejor el Stock Market se deja caer a mediados/finales de octubre como suele pasar antes del fin de año. Que es lo fuerte me preguntan? Tecnologia. &lt;a href="http://moneycentral.msn.com/scripts/webquote.dll?iPage=" symbol="XMSR"&gt;XMSR&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://moneycentral.msn.com/scripts/webquote.dll?iPage=" symbol="SIRI"&gt; SIRI&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://moneycentral.msn.com/scripts/webquote.dll?iPage=" symbol="MSFT"&gt;MSFT&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://moneycentral.msn.com/scripts/webquote.dll?iPage=lqd&amp;Symbol=PSFT"&gt;PSFT&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://moneycentral.msn.com/scripts/webquote.dll?iPage=lqd&amp;amp;Symbol=INTC"&gt;INTC&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://moneycentral.msn.com/scripts/webquote.dll?iPage=lqd&amp;Symbol=NT"&gt;NT&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://moneycentral.msn.com/scripts/webquote.dll?iPage=lqd&amp;amp;Symbol=LU"&gt;LU&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://moneycentral.msn.com/scripts/webquote.dll?iPage=lqd&amp;amp;Symbol=TWX"&gt;AOL&lt;/a&gt;, etc. La mayoria de las compañias del Nasdaq Composite estan subiendo lentamente pero seguros. En fin, dejemos esto y escribamos algo interesante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoche compre algo que jamas habia hecho... Bueno, si he comprado, pero no de esta "marca". Cerveza "Honey Brown." MUY buena chela eh?! muy buena. Y un 32 oz. de Miller High Life para no salir de la rutina jajaja. Asi que al parecer va a ser un dia interesante: practica, gym, salir con una amiga, midnight madness y the usual trip to "Old Reliable" - Maloney's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stick around for more news and ... honestly just stick around. It'll be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers Mates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-109785540591652061?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/109785540591652061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=109785540591652061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109785540591652061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109785540591652061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-single-serving-readers.html' title='My single serving readers..'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-109747418074449281</id><published>2004-10-10T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T22:56:20.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern Disconfort</title><content type='html'>There's nothing I can actually tell naw' but.. Heh.. Here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;a href=www.expressfashion.com &gt;EXPRESS&lt;/a&gt; to get my fashion groovin' on since my shirts were starting to get old and I wasn't fashion enough, I had to go and get some "ladies magnets" and I bought a cool shirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, my buddy Andy n' I went on to buy a bottle of Southern Confort (70 Proof) ...and drank it. Then, our buddy Miguel and Mike, came over to go to "the old reliable" (Maloney's). That night we named it that because we went on to try sumthin' new and when we got there (to DV8) they charged $10 and they had a dress code ... so FUCK IT. Maloneys doesn't judge me! Maloneys' doesnt charge me! .. Maloneys.. Love me!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's great when there's love in return...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got my drink on, my chorizo torta at Los Betos and went to pass out. Fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was kinda boring since all I did was work, eat, work, work, eat, eat, eat, eat, work... hehehe..  and I came home and Andy came over and whooped my ass in NCAA Football 2005 (USC Trojans 53 - UT Longhorns 43) drank some Mickeys and that's about it. I passed out in the couch watching Brandon play XBox and.. yeah, that's bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday? GREAT DAY! My sister finally bought a house and well. It was joyous!! And here I am sitting and coming up with some shit to write to y'all, my favorite people (my readers.. If there's any) what happened this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, In Conclusion.. Southern Confort is good.. Sloooowly. Don't get too greedy or you can get it bad, real bad. Laters. Cheers mates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-109747418074449281?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/109747418074449281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=109747418074449281' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109747418074449281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109747418074449281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2004/10/southern-disconfort.html' title='Southern Disconfort'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-109727239497193392</id><published>2004-10-08T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T14:53:14.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...I will always remember</title><content type='html'>  I just finished watching "The girl Next door" and it inspired me to write a blog about the feelings the movie brought up. Well, actually.. the song at the end was what really inspired me. THE WHO - TEENAGE WASTELAND . Yes.. THE WHO!!! They have the record in the book of guiness as the loudest rock n roll band in history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, In retrospective, I sit and reflect about the things that brought me here. My roots. Where Do I Come from? This last four years in Tucson have made me into a brand new person with a brand new personality, brand new ways of thinking, brand new friends, people, places; and even though I feel that I've been here all my life...it has only been four years!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about high school?! Me and my buddies, just hanging out in the back of the library just talking about the shit that happened the weekend before, fighting for that last piece of torta de jamon, hitting your friend in the hand so he can drop the donut...See, all I can think of is all those moments we had together.. all the laughs(Cuando el chino me quemo el pantalon), the stupidity moments (Chingada se me perdio el billete de $50 en los dogos!! mi papa me va a matar!!), the small get togethers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what If we weren't cool!? Only all of them wish they had such a band uncool but funny dudes as friends... and I mean FRIENDS. But, what IS a friend by the way? Well. Let me tell you.. a friend is that only person that has seen you cry, seen you afraid, seen you in your bests.. and worsts... has been there when you felt that the whole world was crumbling down: Your family, your girlfriend, your grades. All I needed was that long scream in the back of the highschool patio. Thanks. That is a friend. And they, dear readers...they are my friends. And yes, I said it.. I was a loser, an antisocial... but I had something no one else had.. My friends, So If you guys are reading this, Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now after all of this, I can sit back with a grin in my face, crossing my arms behing my neck and think ...I Will always remember, the clika.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Let's Drink for us to grow old and still have this friendship as strong as It has been. So, you know who you can always count on... CAPTAIN MORGAN!!! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding.. Your friends. Cheers mates!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-109727239497193392?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/109727239497193392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=109727239497193392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109727239497193392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109727239497193392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-will-always-remember.html' title='...I will always remember'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-109704725542042451</id><published>2004-10-06T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T00:20:55.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like those times when you just feel like...you know?</title><content type='html'>     En referencia a un blog que alguna vez lei..."Yippie-kai-aye Motherfucker!" Le parti la madre al examen de CE 333... Yo se perfectamente que me fue MUY bien. Asi que, veremos que onda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Y eeeh.. No se, no tengo mas que decir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(15 min.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Lean el &lt;a href=http://wildcat.arizona.edu&gt;periodico&lt;/a&gt;, sean cultos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(10 min.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Hey! veanme jejeje estoy en el periodico!! &lt;a href=http://wildcat.arizona.edu/papers/97/85/03_5.html&gt;denle para abajo tantito&lt;/a&gt; y alli estoy. Hahaha!! ;-)&lt;br /&gt;     It was a long, long, long day.. You can tell in my face.&lt;br /&gt;     By the way, they got the whole thing wrong! What I meant to say was that, the candidates didn't focused or taken into account the interests of the College Student into their agendas, making their proposal not so appealing. There...fuckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     ...don't you have something better to do!? I gotta go. I'm not in a good mood..I need to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-109704725542042451?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/109704725542042451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=109704725542042451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109704725542042451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109704725542042451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2004/10/just-like-those-times-when-you-just.html' title='Just like those times when you just feel like...you know?'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-109695379388457924</id><published>2004-10-04T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T22:26:37.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a time to live, but Isn't it Strange? But as Soon as You're Born, YOU'RE DYING!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"There's a time to live and a time to Die, When It's time to meet the maker..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Iron Maiden - The Clairvoyant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y con esto comienzo. Este dia ha sido caotico en algunos aspectos, pero interesantes en otros..&lt;br /&gt;el dia de hoy desperte y cuando iba en camino a tomar el camion a la escuela me di cuenta que no traia algo indispensable.. MI CARTERA. Resulta ser que la habia dejado en el carro de Tom cuando fuimos a ensayar a casa de Billy (Baterista) y alli la deje en el carro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En fin, pase todo el dia con 3 dolares que me presto mi hermana para arriba y para abajo. Pero no hubo problema, fuyi a mi casa, hize spaguetti c/ carne... mmmh.. :-P Y a las 4:30 fui a casa de Tom para ir al gym y todo se arreglo. Aqui comienza la parte HAPPY jeje.. fuimos al gym y a pesar de que no estaba a mi 100% logre hacer mi max de 225 lbs. !! Increible!! mi meta es llgar a los 250 lbs. Haber si sucede...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahorita estoy estudiando CE 333 (Elementary Theory of Structures) porque tengo examen mañana y me estoy preparando. En fin, espero no este tan cabron... Las tareas no estaban tan mal y si, las hize por mi cuenta, asi que no creo que me valla mal. Deseenme suerte! y lean el post que esta abajo de este para que sepan que pedo con mi fin de semana.. jejeje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing... CAN I PLAY WITH MADNESS!!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listening to -- Iron Maiden (The Best of the Beast) - Can I Play with Madness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing -- Excersice: 3-1 (c) on: Elementary Theory of Structures. Yuan-yu Hsieh, S. T. Mau --&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4th Ed. ISBN 0-13-934415-2 1995&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-109695379388457924?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/109695379388457924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=109695379388457924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109695379388457924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109695379388457924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2004/10/theres-time-to-live-but-isnt-it.html' title='There&apos;s a time to live, but Isn&apos;t it Strange? But as Soon as You&apos;re Born, YOU&apos;RE DYING!!'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088480.post-109691553512161689</id><published>2004-10-04T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T11:45:35.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have some Captain in You?</title><content type='html'>     So, friday night, was a very very very catastrophic and exhuberant night. I got home from school around 1 and started drinking around 2 pm. My buddy Andy came by and brought his bottle of &lt;a href="http://www.877spirits.com/static/page.asp?pitem=38&amp;current_page=&amp;amp;category=keyword"&gt;Crown Royal&lt;/a&gt; with him, so we did shots all fucking afternoon while my roomates were playing HALO on X-Box. By 9 pm I was all trashed and messed up (I finished the WHOLE bottle of Captain Morgan and Had like 8 Shots of Crown in me), so I took a shower and we headed over this party where I was handed a cup. Dude, they got a keg of beer in there and apparently (cuz I don't remember shit!) I took like 5 shots of Hennessy and I drank like 4 cups of beer in one or two hours and I passed out. The funny part of the story is that I have some flashes of memories of me getting up to the bathroom and looking at myself in the mirror with shaving cream all over me and shit written in me all over my body and with my face and my chest covered with flour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I swear to fucking jeevez I will find this assholes and mutilate them (or just do the same thing to them in return). This shit wasn't cool! I woke up with a bruise on my right arm and with the worst hangover I ever had in my life, and by 4 pm my body temperature was around 37 or 39 C so I started to feel dizzy and puking all over the place. So it wasn't a fun day on saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I went home after work (and after puking my brains out in a trash can over at work and at the bathroom in the locker room), put some Ice in a towel and shove it down my pants (No, I didn't exactly put it on my junk, I just put it between my legs because It's a body hot-spot and one of the key spots known in the ER to drop down the body temperature), in addition to this, I dropped two Tylenol Pills (very good for fever reducer) and drank a shit load of water right after taking a cold shower. By 11 I was feeling great again, and It was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Sunday, I woke up feeling all great n shit, so I jammed with my band until 3 pm and then I proceeded to watch my roomates play NCAA Football 2005 on PS2 and passed out for a while In the couch. Did some study and some homework and that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     If you're wondering what the fuck happened to Andy, well, he got so messed up with me that when he went to Maloneys he got kicked out of the bar. Why? Well! he was TOO DRUNK. Here's a picture of the &lt;a href="http://www.877spirits.com/static/page.asp?pitem=1044&amp;current_page=&amp;amp;category=rum"&gt;motherfucker&lt;/a&gt; who got me all messed up, hee hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Cheers mates! and Keep on partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S: DON'T EVER, EVER, EVER Get as messed up as me if you don't have your buddies around you to protect you from the evil bastards who surround most of the parties. These vindictive bastards wait for people to pass out with their shoes on, to mess with them. DON'T BE THAT GUY! DON'T BE THAT GUY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;"..Just when you thought shit couldn't go any worse.."&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8088480-109691553512161689?l=life-for-dummies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/feeds/109691553512161689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8088480&amp;postID=109691553512161689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109691553512161689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8088480/posts/default/109691553512161689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-for-dummies.blogspot.com/2004/10/do-you-have-some-captain-in-you.html' title='Do you have some Captain in You?'/><author><name>George is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17581672584148698248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_H61JScTmBSU/SghBHwyXzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/JYfFr69nwCI/S220/A%26Me14.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
