<?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-4089319</id><updated>2011-06-06T16:50:38.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Bad News</title><subtitle type='html'>Is this what you call tact? 
I swear you're as subtle as a brick in the small of my back 
so let's end this call, 
and end this conversation 
there's nothing worse... 
(that's right he said, that's right he said it) 
I swear, you have no idea 
The jealousy that became me thinking 
(that's right he said) 
that you always had it way too easy 
</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matt and Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317456795100490108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-107341941213642176</id><published>2004-01-06T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T12:05:12.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Boy do we let people down.  In the process of looking for a new template...soon though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-107341941213642176?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/107341941213642176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/107341941213642176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107341941213642176' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-107139116024232684</id><published>2003-12-14T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T10:31:49.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the post where I remove my foot from my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise did fine, but Ken Wantanabe(katsumoto) made &lt;em&gt;The Last Samurai &lt;/em&gt;a killer flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really didn't see it coming, but loved it none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I feel like a jerk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-107139116024232684?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/107139116024232684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/107139116024232684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107139116024232684' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-107110686818585088</id><published>2003-12-10T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T17:42:12.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check out Brian and Taryn's sites&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-107110686818585088?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/107110686818585088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/107110686818585088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107110686818585088' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-107032870380092209</id><published>2003-12-01T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T17:34:18.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Knowing me, this just seemed to fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.penny-arcade.com/images/2003/20031201l.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine, nothing emotional sparked this. Just thought everyone could have a laugh at my expense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and read Achewood. My mom loves Tofutti-Cuties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-107032870380092209?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/107032870380092209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/107032870380092209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107032870380092209' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-107000610820065934</id><published>2003-11-27T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T23:56:11.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I could say that I have no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;But that would be a lie.&lt;br /&gt;But I can say that I am thankful for it all.&lt;br /&gt;Because it has made me who I am today.&lt;br /&gt;And that is something that I am proud of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-107000610820065934?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/107000610820065934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/107000610820065934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#107000610820065934' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-106922615783213343</id><published>2003-11-18T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T23:16:50.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.poster.net/lord-of-the-rings-ii/lord-of-the-rings-ii-one-ring-4900240.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On The Eighth Day There Was The Two Towers:4-Disk Extended Edition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I can't believe I have a girlfriend.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-106922615783213343?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106922615783213343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106922615783213343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106922615783213343' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-106861968941508833</id><published>2003-11-11T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T22:48:34.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just deleted this post like a dipshit...so here it goes again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty recently made a post about change that I beleive stemmed from our conversation on the way to Wendy's last night.  We both noticed a slow and subtle change in certain people over the last few months.  I am not one to say if it is for the worst or best, its just different.  And different is not bad at all, hell, I hate routine.  But when certain priorites change it just feels weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week at work I had to serve a crazy lady.  I walked out to hear her talking to herself out loud and she proceeded to laugh quite loud after I left her table.  She was the nicest lady while I was talking to her, but she was having a conversation with herself the rest of the time.  I started to wonder if she had named her other personality and if she had to eat for both of them, like a pregnant lady.  She only had fries and coffee so I guess niether of them were hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ty's Rockapalooza (his drummers b-day party) is on Friday, try and make it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-106861968941508833?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106861968941508833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106861968941508833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106861968941508833' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-106706475874705934</id><published>2003-10-24T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T23:52:40.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got rearended by this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.coffeescorvettes.com/images/cars/1985corvette.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My truck stopped. The Corvette going at least 40. Goodbye bumper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wathced this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bothell.washington.edu/qsc/mam/sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that brings my day to about even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for Stef. She made it wonderful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-106706475874705934?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106706475874705934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106706475874705934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106706475874705934' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-106698244964218871</id><published>2003-10-24T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T01:01:22.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lost my wallet tonight.  That would be pretty shitty to lose it right now, eh? It had no money in it but if I dont find it I will have to get new ID cards and what not.  I am far to unmotivated to do that.  Let's hope I find it somewhere tomorrow.  Just kinda the way to end a shitty day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the day wasn't too bad in most people's standards.  I mean no one died or anything.  There are just so many things I want to change right now, I need to change.  Routine is my biggest enemy and probably my biggest fear.  I don't want to wander through my life doing the same dance routine to the same ol' music.  I want to feel like I have a greater purpose, something that makes me happy everyday and makes sure my days are different in some way, even if only by a small fragment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known that I wanted to change things for a while, today just kinda brought it back to focus.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-106698244964218871?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106698244964218871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106698244964218871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106698244964218871' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-106638106601917767</id><published>2003-10-17T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T01:57:46.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight my heart was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bscrovigo.it/all_stars_images/nomar_garciaparra.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-106638106601917767?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106638106601917767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106638106601917767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106638106601917767' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-106617600573168668</id><published>2003-10-14T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T17:00:05.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go Red Sox. 4 Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://espn.go.com/page2/s/caple/031014.html?partnersite=espn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-106617600573168668?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106617600573168668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106617600573168668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106617600573168668' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-106599450843380384</id><published>2003-10-12T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T14:36:01.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.bol.ucla.edu/~alexward/bruceleesuit.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/020916/155947__uma_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See Kill Bill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-106599450843380384?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106599450843380384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106599450843380384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106599450843380384' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-106556623730672447</id><published>2003-10-07T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T16:53:11.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well my phone is broken, so if I don't answer, sucks to be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call jack or stef instead, if you need something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way...&lt;br /&gt;EXCLUSIVE WORLD PREMIER&lt;br /&gt;"You're So Last Summer" video Talking Back Sunday&lt;br /&gt;ONLY on fanscape.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Good Stuff)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-106556623730672447?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106556623730672447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106556623730672447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106556623730672447' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-106542333889445666</id><published>2003-10-05T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T15:27:29.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lack something.  Well, I actually lack a lot of things I'm sure.  But at this moment I dont really feel complete.  My days are full, be it work or school or hanging with friends, so I really don't know where this is all coming from.  Hopefully it goes away soon, regardless I am gonna make the best of what I got.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been able to write some pretty good songs, both musically and lyrically.  I used to have a real hard time writing stuff down on paper that didnt sound cliche.  Pop Punk can do that to you.  But I guess ever since hearing the Brand New Cd, I have learned that there are different ways to write and play songs and still fit them in the genre of music you like.  I wouldnt say that my words are extremely deep, but I would say I have definatley made progress.  Music is now coming a little easier to me....finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great time on friday night with a &lt;A HREF="http://www.ty_th.blogspot.com"&gt;douschebag&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;A HREF="http://www.livejournal.com/~chelseathegreat"&gt;a girl who loves robot penis&lt;/A&gt;, and a &lt;A HREF="http://www.livejournal.com/users/palestblue"&gt;homecoming queen&lt;/A&gt;.  We sat in IHOP for atleast an hour after we had been giving our check, and i really can't remember what we were talking about.  Needless to say I still got some friends in Tukee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KENZIE ROCKS (I just couldn't think of what I should call you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-106542333889445666?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106542333889445666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106542333889445666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106542333889445666' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-106513258806613776</id><published>2003-10-02T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T15:13:17.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Smalllville sucks. Plain and simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thesupermanmovie.com/pics/smallville.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superman is a great figure, but to show this stage in his life is something that should not be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever remember when the Bible told all about Jesus's teenage life. Like when He didn't make the team, or couldn't decide who to go to prom with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://academic.brooklyn.cuny.edu/history/virtual/portrait/jesus-sacredht.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. So why do it to Superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-106513258806613776?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106513258806613776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106513258806613776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106513258806613776' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-106454173701270935</id><published>2003-09-25T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T19:02:17.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.cameron.net/shoalcreek/stewtit.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we're still posting so the world hasn't ended yet. The baby above, is the funniest evil baby I have ever seen. Watch family guy, they are showing it on tbs, and adult swim. I decided I want to work for adult swim. Not to draw, but just to wrtie the little sayings they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I watch Seven Samurai, and it wasn't nearly as cool as I remembered it the first time. But hell, I still love samurai. But I am afraid of what Tom Cruise may do to them. One movie to end the long era of respect. Well, that and Kung-Pow, I didn't see it. But ask Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Matchbook Romance cd owns. Check it out. Then new Mxpx is also pretty darn good. If you're a fan, check them out. If you whine because they aren't "different" and make you feel cool, then don't. Fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.njcatch22.com/graphics/table_header.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also started listening to my Catch 22 cd again. Best ska band ever. I love ska, but Catch 22 is the best. Sorry to all of those who were trying to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-106454173701270935?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106454173701270935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106454173701270935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106454173701270935' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-106429336124964178</id><published>2003-09-22T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T22:02:41.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The making of a great compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do and takes ages longer than it might seem. You gotta kick off with a killer, to grab attention. Then you got to take it up a notch, but you don't wanna blow your wad, so then you got to cool it off a notch. There are a lot of rules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob (John Cusack) - High Fidelity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-106429336124964178?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106429336124964178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106429336124964178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106429336124964178' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-106413167440855712</id><published>2003-09-21T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T01:07:54.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It feels good to make money again.  Payday is next week and I am gonna be rolling in my newly found riches.  Saving is key with my new job.  I blew all my Blockbuster money on hookers and beer.  This time I am going to save my money for things I actually need.  Things like trips to NY and new clothes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a birthday party for a guy I met at work 2 days ago.  It was a really good time because most of my co-workers were there, and most of my co-workers are already my friends, ie. Andrew Tim, Chuck, and even Trevor was there.  It was just good to see a family of Phillipinos help a few teenagers get drunk.  There was good food there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair is getting long and I have decided not to cut it.  I dont think it will fro, but on the other hand I don't think I will grow the long curly hobbit hair.  I will probably just look like an idiot, but thats my style.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-106413167440855712?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106413167440855712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106413167440855712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106413167440855712' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-106395221418644778</id><published>2003-09-18T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T11:51:55.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whatup team, long time no see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thisislandearthfest.com/photos/takingbacksunday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everybody is doing good. Sorry everyone seemed so upset for us not posting, never knew it was that big of a deal to you. But hey, if you need this to get on with your lives, then JB and I will do our best. (Don't expect much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's new with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MCC mainly consists of retarded kids. Seriously. A girl in my english class thought a noun was an action word. I should fit right in. It's a breeze and it should be, but my teachers are good, which is fine with me. I don't know how many of you heard, but I tried out for a show, and  walked away from the auditions knowing that I was "heaven sent". Ha, not really, but I knocked their socks off. Next day the cast lists is up, and I made a role of kingsmen. Fuck that. Sorry, for 3 hour rehersals, 5 days a week. I'll pass. Maybe my ego got the best of me, I know there are politics in every school, and I am only a freshman, but still. Just puts a ton of things in perspective. If I can't make a small play at a community college, how would I stand a chance in hollywood. Fuck it, don't worry about it. I'm still a cocky jackass, and it'll take more then that to kill my confidence. Although that was a hell of a shot on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I don't have a job yet. Awesome. Sorry if that makes you think less of me. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to blockbuster and got the movie freedom pass, which is really rad. So I pretty much get a new movie every day. I'm working my way through the Soprano's slowly. Watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention with more free time, I was able to finally fix my computer, without the help of my dad. Which is no easy feat. Oh yea, I also read a ton. Check out anything by Jonathan Lethem. He is my new favorite author. Very cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things in my life definitely took a reality check, as lame as that sounds, when school started again. I'm done with high school, and all that jacking around was fun, but left me in mesa. Now I'm just taking a step back, and realizing what I need to do or more importantly be. I guess this is growing up, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things with Stef are rad. And for those of you I don't see very much I'm sorry. More importantly, what's left of the "4" here in AZ. Hope the college life is treating you well, and maybe we can hang out sometime. Sorry for being a fuck for so long. That's hardly an apology that should be given, but I'm no good at these things, you know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Donald you'd better live it up. You're greatly missed, but I know you and Diddy are makin' names for yourselves. You're in our hearts bro, and when you get back, you'd better have some good fuck stories. We saw your mack in London, and I can't imagine how you would do with that new hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this is an update, and once again sorry for the lack of posting. Let's cross our fingers that JB and I don't get distracted and stop all together now. Later-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-106395221418644778?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106395221418644778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106395221418644778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106395221418644778' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-106378203583387163</id><published>2003-09-17T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T13:34:54.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11:45 on a Tuesday night.  I am hardcore...and tired.  3 weeks completed of college and I have no complaints really.  Well...thats not entirely true.  I am not a fan of my Western Civilization class, not because it is hard (infact it is far from) but because my professor can't seem to build up enough courage to speak up like a normal person.  I basically just sit in the back of the class while the floor vibrates under me, because of the air conditioning I beleive.  It is Manzanita Hall so I dont expect it to be much better.  My teacher also looks like Gary Sinise.  Maybe I wouldnt be so hateful toward him if he didnt have legs like Lt. Dan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as my laundry was out of the washer I got a call to go to band practice.  There was a girl in there who asked for $1.50 in quarters and being the nice gentelman that I am I loaned it to her.  But I asked for something in return...you know.   Actually I just asked if she could take my laundry out of the dryer and put it in the basket I gave her and walk 10 ft to my room and leave it there.  It was the least she could do for that amount of money.  And she followed through on my request, but with a distasteful look.  We then had wild sex until...well...now...as I am taking a break to chronical this night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other believable news, I am headed to NY on Oct. 29th and I will stay there for four days.   Should be a treat, especially if Austen, &lt;A HREF="http://www.storytellerny.blogspot.com"&gt;Alyx's&lt;/A&gt; brother, comes with cause then I wont have to see all the sights alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start at Ruby's tomorrow.  I probably wont have my own tables for another week or so, but feel free to visit, I'll make sure you leave with a smile..."Ruby's Magic" at its best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-106378203583387163?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106378203583387163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106378203583387163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106378203583387163' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-106166945317280243</id><published>2003-08-23T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T13:10:53.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for the absence.  I've been gettin ready for college and stuff but I am officially set up in my dorm now.  Feel free to stop by and visit.  I actually really like my room, its way bigger than I thought, and there are two good looking girls that live next door to me.  Bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weird thing has happened to me in the past few weeks.  I....dare I say......WANT to learn.  Its the same feeling I had up until junior year, which was when I officially got lazy...not that I wasn't lazy before.  I don't know, but I am looking foward to class.  I don't doubt this feeling will change within the first week, but it almost feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of best friends is heading out to NY tomorrow.  Both Alyx and DC will be missed.  Which reminds me...&lt;A HREF="http://storytellerny.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;B&gt;Alyx&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/A&gt; has a blog now, check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-106166945317280243?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106166945317280243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106166945317280243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106166945317280243' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-106041861362085192</id><published>2003-08-09T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-09T01:43:33.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>College.  I am more than ready to move out of the house and just be on my own.  I already know my mom is gonna be sad because I am her last child to leave the home.  She keeps really wanting me to stay home for dinner and hang out around the house, but I can't blame her.  I need to get a job though, I am pretty broke and mom and dad won't be paying for much once I leave the house.  Mill is full of tiny little shops that would be more than willing to hire me...I just don't want to go look.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NY seems to be recruiting some of the finest people this town produces.  Atleast the smart and talented ones.  But I respect Don and Alyx for going there and getting out of Phoenix, cause they sure as hell couldn't pursue what they really wanted to do here.  Plus, NYU knows their shit about acting and all that jazz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is pointless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-106041861362085192?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106041861362085192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/106041861362085192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106041861362085192' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-105947016407468435</id><published>2003-07-29T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T02:16:04.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First off I would just like to say I am sorry. Here I rag on Jack and he post once, and then we just stop all together. Just for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is probably the coolest thing in the world and will dosconnect from the internet ever few minutes. Thus making this post incredibly hard. So that I my excuse for not writing more. Sorry kids, but I plan to fix it as soon as I can figure out what is wrong with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that my hero out of all heroes would have to be Achilles. Seriously, who could be a cooler guy. If you know anything about him then you would understand completely. Although he was bi, but hell, Jack is my Patroclus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say happy birthday to the most wonderful girl in the world. You make me smile more than anyone ever could. I can never thank you enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise a real post is coming soon. But I can't tell you how soon. Things are coming together, which is always nice, but I'd hate to speak early and remove all doubt of me being a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-105947016407468435?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/105947016407468435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/105947016407468435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105947016407468435' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-105851761678990976</id><published>2003-07-18T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T01:48:09.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It had been about 3 months since I had been to a concert before last night.  I went to see &lt;A HREF="http://www.sensesfail.com"&gt;Senses Fail&lt;/A&gt; and &lt;A HREF="http://www.brandnewrock.com"&gt;Brand New&lt;/A&gt; and it was not a let down.  Brand New has become one of my favorite bands in only the last month.  It takes a lot to get on Jack's list of favorite bands, I am usually pretty lame and hate the bands I end up loving when I first hear them.  Eh.....if you haven't heard them check 'em out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.brandnewrock.com/uploaded_images/1052248962_bn25.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of things have been on my mind lately.  It's been tough for me to decide how I want to manage the relationships I have with people, if that makes any sense.  It has become very difficult in the past month or so to make each friend happy.  And I know I can't make everyone happy, but I try pretty damn hard and it kinda wears you out.  I aint got nothing but love for everyone though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found I really like Tupac's song "I ain't mad at you"...check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hitting up Midtown and Reggie next wednesday....Who's coming with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-105851761678990976?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/105851761678990976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/105851761678990976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105851761678990976' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-105838630481272523</id><published>2003-07-16T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T13:12:44.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And God said, let there be this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www2.fanscape.com/takingbacksunday/emails/images/stdannounce.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No joke kids. How rad is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-105838630481272523?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/105838630481272523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/105838630481272523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105838630481272523' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-105821452410609892</id><published>2003-07-14T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T13:28:44.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really thought I was falling for her, but it was just too good to be true. Turns out Stefanie Brown was just trying to get in my pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-105821452410609892?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/105821452410609892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/105821452410609892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105821452410609892' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-105804052719420435</id><published>2003-07-12T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-12T13:08:47.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.dailydigest.net/wppirates0630h.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite movie of the summer. Not to sure if Trevor remembers when we said that our top three jobs would be...&lt;br /&gt;1.Pirate&lt;br /&gt;2.Ninja&lt;br /&gt;3.Cowboy&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that the other day and it cracked me up. Well I know that no one actually knows what they say inbetween the "Yo ho yo ho" part. So being an awesome kid I figured I' let you all know. No need to thank me lads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN &lt;br /&gt;YO HO (A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.&lt;br /&gt;We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot,&lt;br /&gt;Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.&lt;br /&gt;We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot,&lt;br /&gt;Drink up me 'earties, yo ho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.&lt;br /&gt;We extort, we pilfer, we filch, and sack,&lt;br /&gt;Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.&lt;br /&gt;Maraud and embezzle, and even high-jack,&lt;br /&gt;Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.&lt;br /&gt;We kindle and char, inflame and ignite,&lt;br /&gt;Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.&lt;br /&gt;We burn up the city, we're really a fright,&lt;br /&gt;Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're rascals, scoundrels, villans, and knaves,&lt;br /&gt;Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.&lt;br /&gt;We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs,&lt;br /&gt;Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.&lt;br /&gt;We're beggars and blighters, ne'er-do-well cads,&lt;br /&gt;Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.&lt;br /&gt;Aye, but we're loved by our mommies and dads,&lt;br /&gt;Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-105804052719420435?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/105804052719420435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/105804052719420435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105804052719420435' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-95987962</id><published>2003-06-24T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T10:52:33.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.top-info.ch/dog/dog/zuchter/pics/z2p17.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new male has been added to the Foster family. Ugliest Foster there ever was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-95987962?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/95987962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/95987962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95987962' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-95888912</id><published>2003-06-21T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T02:28:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Howdy kids. How's the world treating you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always stick with superheroes, but I can honestly say "The Hulk" was a huge let down. And I'm a huge comic book nerd. Better luck next time Marvel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mylocalbands.com/Letter_kills/images/photos/2003_06_12/LetterKillsa03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to Letter Kills. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny B and I are true thugs. West coast fo life. We've watched so many videos on the Tupac/Biggie battle it's insane. If you ever thought you were cool, listen to Hit Em Up. It'll put you in your place real fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.luckmedia.com/tupac/fullpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I smile constantly, thanks to one special little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other Steph, get's home tomorrow...or it looks like tonight. We're all pretty excited. Thanks again for everyone keeping us in their prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we speak again, later playas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-95888912?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/95888912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/95888912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95888912' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-95888824</id><published>2003-06-21T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-21T02:08:34.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright first off, let's all get one thing straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who the hell started saying this shit, but you kid's need to remember what's actually going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't said that I don't do anything to anybody. You kids who keep giving me a hard time know what I'm talking about. Thugs, I thought you'd know me better than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If this doesn't make sense to you, then all the better)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-95888824?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/95888824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/95888824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95888824' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-95813030</id><published>2003-06-18T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T19:47:22.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't really know why I feel like posting but I have this sudden urge to.  There was no occurence that triggered it yet here I am.  Lately I found found myself with a lack of things to do and my creativity has brought me to one idea...sleep.  As much as I like it, you can only take so much of it...unless you are in a coma, then you really have no choice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visiting the condo and walking around Mill makes me really look foward to college.  I can't wait to be on my own.  And its not like I will be escaping the horrible restrictions that my parents have set on me cause, to tell you the truth, my parents are pretty damn cool about everything.  When they had to bail be out of jail from picking up that hooker, all I got was a high five from Pa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple CD's I have bought have not done me wrong.  The new Brand New is an awesome CD.  And, make fun of me all you want, the new Mest is pretty good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wasting my words on lower cases and capitals."&lt;br /&gt;-Brand New&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-95813030?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/95813030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/95813030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95813030' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-95644057</id><published>2003-06-13T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T15:24:18.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes...It is the triumphant return of.....me.  Man, I was looking back and I haven't posted in atleast a month.  I guess I should explain.....but I won't.  There really is nothing to explain except that I am lazy, in fact too lazy to break from daily routine of nothing to post in this here journal.  Well, many things have happened...and other things havent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been summer for about 3 weeks now, and I have not had the privelage to sleep at home, scratch maybe one time.  I have hopped on the circuit of watching people's houses while they leave this wonderful state.  As awesome as that sounds, there comes a point where you really could just go for your own bed, and not have Snickers (Matt's dog)  wake you up at 8 so it can go to the bathroom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last few days have been spent watching Old School. I can't get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems everyone is vacationing nowadays, and goll darnit, I think its my turn.  Me, Matt, and the "Fam"  are heading up to San Diego on the 28th.  I need the beach, and if you know me, then you know I also need the sun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://www.welovepb.com/hgraphics/waverun.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before Cali I turn the BIG !_*, or if you do not hold the shift button while you type, the big 1-8.  I don't feel like it will change me, I will just be a jobless 18 year old.  Damn, aint it great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-95644057?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/95644057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/95644057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95644057' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-95578947</id><published>2003-06-11T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T22:33:12.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Come on Jack, I know you at least have jokes that aren't funny to tell. I guess I'm just calling ya yella.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. It means you are a little bitch. heh. Come on champ. People are getting tired of me, well I guess "getting" was awful modest. Do your job punk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-95578947?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/95578947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/95578947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95578947' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-95451874</id><published>2003-06-08T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T23:25:10.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well kids I am reporting live from Oklahoma, where everything rocks*intense sarcasm*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry it's been so long since my last post, a boy has got to pretend he has friends sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.....since my last post I passed High School. Piece of cake. It's all a joke if you don't need the high grades. Remember that. And no, I did not have to "preform" anything, just sweet talk. It's a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those of you who don't know, I am in oklahoma because it is family week and I am here to support my sister. She is doing a ton better, but sadly this isn't something that is cured over night. We are all just thankful she seems to be on the right track. Thank you everyone for your prayers and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My dad and I made it to oklahoma in a day, which is about a 17 hour drive. I know, we are great. We also hooked up the dvd player on a laptop for the trip. I've watched more movies in the past 2 days then I have in the last month. My dad and I set up the internet through a 1800 number. Let's give a hand for dial-up. God I can tell you as a geek, I don't miss it a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss my mom and my sister and seeing them again is pretty damn cool. Sometimes you forget how awesome something is until it's gone. Family is definitely one of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Long talks and time to think is always something that happens on vacation. With me, things are always up in the air. But I guess you always have to remember, nothing is set in stone.(Well except those commandments) So plans about my future are being discussed, things that needed to happen one day. Good things to talk about indeed, but entirely more to think about than I thought possible. My family is behind me 100% in whatever I do, and I hope my friends are too. But you have to understand, most of you don't have a choice. :) Nothing is confirmed and I can promise you it won't be by the time I get back. But it will be decide when it needs to be. And by then I'll have the answers. (Sorry for being vauge, but it really doesn't matter that much what it is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry if that last paragraph made no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I pray big JB takes care of my dog, and rocks my house. But is sure to clean it as good as possible, before we get home, so I don't have to cover for his sorry ass. Dude, I am fricken pysched about San Diegeo man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know we leave here sunday, but I'm not quite sure if we will be back in town by Sunday night, or Monday. So I guess everyone will just hold their breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I guess now for the big news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Matt finally found something that makes him feel on top of the world. This little girl makes him grin like an idiot everytime he thinks of her. I'm not really one to talk about this sort of thing, but she's on my mind far too much. I Hope NYC is treating you right. Hell, it better be or Sweet D and I will have to show it a thing or two. And it won't be pretty. Well mine will be, I can't speak for Donald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm out kids but I'll probably be on tomorrow night since everyone else goes to bed so damn early here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yea, Dax and Chelsea Rock. Peace out thugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-95451874?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/95451874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/95451874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95451874' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-95451059</id><published>2003-06-08T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-08T21:40:17.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once upon a time a boy started a blog with his best friend. Now this boy's best friend wanted to post all the time, but felt silly when he would post twice in a row. So he would always make sure that the boy would post. Now the boy post all the time and his best friend is a pansy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-95451059?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/95451059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/95451059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95451059' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-95276821</id><published>2003-06-04T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T02:35:43.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Laureate&lt;br /&gt;Wells 2 - EDU&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie Foster&lt;br /&gt;6655 S. Yale Ave.&lt;br /&gt;Tulsa, OK   74136&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-95276821?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/95276821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/95276821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95276821' title=''/><author><name>Matt and Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317456795100490108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-94431805</id><published>2003-05-15T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T21:55:58.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I received a "Incomplete" first quarter and have a 33% for the second. No matter what grade I get on the final I can not pass Humanities. If I don't pass humanities, I do not graduate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't talk your way out of problems you behaved yourself into."&lt;br /&gt;-Stephan R. Covey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Stephan R. Covey, tomorrow I will prove you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never tell me the odds"&lt;br /&gt;-Han Solo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-94431805?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/94431805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/94431805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94431805' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-94313520</id><published>2003-05-13T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T23:22:10.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Does this seem a little too familiar? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.penny-arcade.com/images/2003/20030509l.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I love the Matrix, but that preview blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.penny-arcade.com/images/2003/20030512l.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-94313520?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/94313520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/94313520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94313520' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-93886022</id><published>2003-05-06T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T14:34:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This just in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATT HAS A NEW EMAIL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check me out at DeductiveReason@hotmail.com, to put it simply, I had way to much crap in my old account.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not A Real Post,V V V V But this is V V V V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-93886022?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/93886022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/93886022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93886022' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-93847471</id><published>2003-05-05T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T23:37:44.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prom = perfect. Got to go to my Senior Prom with the most amazing girl I've ever laid eyes on. Got to be with my best friend. Had a wonderful dinner full of asians. Won Prom King. Got completely lost. Found Tim's, and fell asleep on his floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There isn't anything else left to say about it other than that. Well sure I could say more, but that can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom leaves for Oklahoma again tomorrow, and she'll miss my last improv show, and the Senior Show. But it's for steph, so I guess I can let that pass. There is no way I can't pass high school, I've done absolutely nothing, and I still do fine(Def of "fine"=barely squeaking by with a B average). Let that be a lesson for you. Of course, there are still finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack never wants to post twice in a row, so he makes sure that I do, that way he feels like it isn't always him that does it. Pansy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*record scratched off, Nas rhymes acapella*&lt;br /&gt;And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class&lt;br /&gt;Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth&lt;br /&gt;I'm a leader, at last this a don you wit'&lt;br /&gt;My nines'll spit, niggaz loose consciousness &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**New Goal: Become Nas and/or Tupac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-93847471?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/93847471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/93847471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93847471' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-93759933</id><published>2003-05-04T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T23:35:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prom came and went. I have to give my tux back today and that brirgs a sadness to my heart.  Its 1:30 in the afternoon and I have just woken up, considering we laid out on Tim's trampoline until four this morning.  Not just me and Tim....but many others. I suppose Prom was as good as anyone could expect, there was lots of dancing.  The greatest point of the night was Matt's name being read off as Prom king.  Way to go out with a bang this year pal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend kinda pulled a 180 on me.  Rock on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-93759933?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/93759933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/93759933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93759933' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-93353632</id><published>2003-04-27T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T12:03:23.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw my dad cry today. This is the second time I ever seen him do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't prayed in, a long long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister left today, and it was pretty rough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family all has problems, and feeling is not one of our strong points. Mainly mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if you believe in God or what, but please, if everyone could keep my sister in their thoughts and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys. My sister's is too strong for anything to touch her. Not to mention too stuborn. I love her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-93353632?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/93353632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/93353632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93353632' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-93286170</id><published>2003-04-26T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-26T00:37:00.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its safe to say I had a good night tonight&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-93286170?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/93286170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/93286170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93286170' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-93190606</id><published>2003-04-24T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-24T11:16:59.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, this is my first post ever done at school.  I am sitting here in the library and just realizing that I have no need to be here the rest of the day.  I am not at my Xavier class right now and then there is an assembly on abstinence. Heh.  Then I have guitar and the day is over.  If senior was any easier...it would be your mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got me a date tomorrow with a beautiful girl.  Hope things go well.  We are gonna hit up Les Miserables, which I have never seen, but heard quotes from Trevor all the time.  I am excited to see how it goes.  It's been a long time since I've been in the dating game.  I think I still remember the rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt is going to Cali as you all know, therefore I vote we kick the shit out of this summer.  Donald is taking his sweater-wearing ass to NY too.  Good luck to both of you, I know you all will do us proud.  Lakeshore Drive has been offered a contract to be on a record label.  Nothing big, but a full length CD and a small tour are being paid for.  You all are invited to come chill with us while we record. Not all at once, but the place we are recording at is a hella cool place to chill.  So don't feel bad asking if you want to come and hang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.reel-big-fish.com/images/monkeyman.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reel Big Fish rock my world.  I bought the new CD after hearing their rendition of "New York, New York" in Stef's car.  Too much fun....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-93190606?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/93190606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/93190606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93190606' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-93094084</id><published>2003-04-22T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T22:18:10.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After the long lists of notes left on my last entry I figure I'd better explain a few things. First of all thanks for all the support, it means the world to a nervous 18 year old. Second, who said I wasn't going to school? Ha, you crazy kids and your assumptions. Yea, I'm probably leaving at the end of summer or so, depending when all this stuff with my sister clears up. And yes, I won't be going to school for the first six months. I have to establish residency. Even for community college it saves so much. I wish that money just flowed through my family, like it does in some of yours, but the truth is, well, it just doesn't. My parents are supportive of my decision, but they aren't really going to help that much as of now. So I'll have to pay for a ton myself, probably eventually including school. Living expenses in Cali are F*ckin nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's make this long story short. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18-year-old boy moving to a completely different state, by himself, paying for everything, which will require working full time. Most of you kids haven't had too, or won't have to have that much pressure. And I'm not going to burnout the first few months I'm there, if I was, I'd never leave. I hope that makes sense, and if you guys have questions please ask, I'm sure I'm leaving parts out which would make more sense, and I'm totally down to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is new? Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Lakeshore Drive concert the other day, and I can honestly say I was impressed. I've always been there in support of those kids, but I could never say that I'd listen to them in my spare time. Jack's always tried to keep them low key around me, and that's hella respectful. Maybe we just won't grow up and be Blink. I know it’s hard to grasp, ha, but you guys are good. I've never said this, but I mean it, you kids are going somewhere. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.reeltorail.co.uk/images/bond.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I finally got my tux for my senior prom. And I've only got one thing to say about it. When you go to the prom, look for the cute girl with the pimp looking date. Hella James Bond stylz. Ha, not really. I can't speak for how good Katie will look, but I'll be bomb. Watch out ladies, and Andrew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm just kidding, about Katie. Can anyone imagine a more perfect girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer=Not in a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later thugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-93094084?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/93094084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/93094084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93094084' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-92764797</id><published>2003-04-16T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T23:57:28.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well it looks like the word is out, and that word is that Matt is going to move to California. That means no ASU kids. As of this point I'd rather wait till I can have more time to describe all thats going on, so that last post, was all about leaving. Pretty crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.uk-fusion.com/mainimages/182_date.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to Blink lately and I had completely forgotten how much I like them. I could care-less about "selling out" lord knows you'd do it to. They weren't in it to relay a message to the public, but to have fun and be kids, and they still are. I really love that band, thats why I learned to play guitar, and I can still proudly say that I am a huge fan. Jack and I pretended so much that we would be just like them when we grew up, and those are some of my favorite memories of all. You know what I'm talking about champ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a huge fan of blogs that just retell people loves, but look at me doing it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Senoir show will be great, I've gotten the chance to know these kids, and without a doubt, no matter the script I know we will make it good. It's our last shot, and that is a werid thing I never imagined myself saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the prettiest girl in school to prom since last time I posted and she said yes, in the cutest little way. Yes, this is the same girl that I tricked in to going to morp with me. And it just looks like she keeps coming back. :) I can tell you I am really stoked already and my prom buddy and I will have the best time out of all those crazy kids there. Katie talks about her dress all the time, but I guess I'm not allowed to see it till prom. It feels like I'm getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I wait for Donald to get home from the Taking Back Sunday show (That I wanted so desperately to see), with his girl so he can help me pass high school and give me a project he's already done. Even though I didn't get to see TBS I did get to spend a wonderful evening with my prom buddy, and I had a blast. We have way too much fun when we hang out. And for the first time in quite awhile, I can say I am happy. Not content. Happy. And that rocks my world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-92764797?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/92764797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/92764797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92764797' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-92764533</id><published>2003-04-16T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T23:45:01.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, I can't remember the last time I posted.  Actually, I can see from my archives that it was March 30th.....Wow.....I suck. Sorry for the posts or lack there of, for those that it matters to.  I am going to Prom with a lovely lady by the name of Stefanie.  I was all creative in asking her and she answered back so I have no doubt that it will be another fun Prom.  My dance moves are finely tuned from the musical so I will no doubt rock the casbar.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next point......Lord did the 80's suck.  I was watching "In Love With the 80's" this week on VH1, and I realized the 80's were pretty goddamn lame.  The only thing good that came out of it was me.  However, there is a strange fascination with 80's music.  Most of it sucks, but there are a few that seem like classsics to me.  Before the play last Saturday we listened to some 80's hits and I enjoyed it alot.  There is something about the shitty sound of keyboards and synthesizers that I can't let go.  Damn you Kenny Loggins, damn you to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signed up for classes at ASU, its almost starting to seem real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the dentist today for my routine clean.  I hate the assistants who are so goll darn cheery.  First of all, what possesses you to want to spend your life sticking your hand in someones mouth, some gross mouths at that.  Secondly, if that is your dream, why not go all the way and become a dentist yourself.  But, I guess someones got to do it.  I can't stand the taste of the dentist.....not the dentist himself of course, but that taste of flouride and teeth that are almost too clean for their own good.  Atleast I get a new toothbrush out of it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how no one caught the meaning of matt's song post.  Good stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-92764533?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/92764533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/92764533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92764533' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-91962648</id><published>2003-04-03T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T21:15:40.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Greg's Last Day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you left home and moved to Ohio &lt;br /&gt;The summer had come to an end. &lt;br /&gt;My best friend goes, I try to follow,&lt;br /&gt;Running as you disappear. &lt;br /&gt;Stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how bad this hurts. &lt;br /&gt;It's been three weeks and just gets worse. &lt;br /&gt;Come back to PA. &lt;br /&gt;Forever this time. &lt;br /&gt;Greg's last day is our last chance to be best friends &lt;br /&gt;Until we say "goodbye" and "I'll try to see you when the weather clears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home and prayed that tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;You would turn the car right back around. &lt;br /&gt;Evergreen Rd just won't feel the same, &lt;br /&gt;Since your gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg's last day is our last chance to be best friends &lt;br /&gt;Until we say "goodbye" and "I'll try to see you when the weather clears.&lt;br /&gt;Greg's last day is our last chance to be best friends &lt;br /&gt;Until we say "goodbye" and "I'll try to see you when the weather clears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-91962648?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/91962648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/91962648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91962648' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-91684033</id><published>2003-03-30T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T20:39:31.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night was a blast.  I had to go pick up &lt;A HREF="http://Ty_th.blogspot.com"&gt;Ty&lt;/A&gt; and Mike before dinner and we had about a half an hour to spare before we had to meet the girls.  It was at this time I thought roses would be a nice treat for the ladies and I encouraged the young boys to follow suit.  Nothing girls like more than flowers, other than me.  Macayo's was pretty good and we met up with all the studs and bitches....excuse me...ladies.   We got to MORP and all the underclassmen were just huddled in groups of guys and girls with a select few dancing.  Then the spotlight hit us as we made our entrance.  The crowd stood in awe as about 20 theatre kids started to tear the dance floor up or, "cut a rug."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.swing-salsa-dancing.com/images/salsa3.gif"&gt;&lt;/p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn and I placed in the top six couples for latin dancing.  They did a Grease kind of thing where they tapped you out and in the end we were among the few left standing.  &lt;A HREF="http://hft.blogspot.com"&gt;Donald&lt;/A&gt; and Taryn were there along with Chelsea and Andrew who ended up winning.  The night truly picked up when Nick and Alex made the request for everyone one to "Rock Their Bodies..." Nothing picks up the mood like a little BSB.  Am I right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many theatre kids attempted to participate in C-Walk battles.  And let me just comment that we pretty much won...I think we should have gone to more dances this year because I had a blast.  I hope Prom is just as fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim, Matt, "Downtown" Brown and I went to see Reel Big Fish on Friday night.  They were so good.  The otherbands were good, except The Selecter which blew ass.....hard.  The night was filled with the "80's dance" and lots of skanking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.reel-big-fish.com/gallery/albums/album01/rbfpalace02.thumb"&gt;&lt;/p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'll have myself a beer"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-91684033?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/91684033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/91684033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91684033' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-91525730</id><published>2003-03-27T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T20:52:15.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, so I didn't fulfill my promise.  But here I am to actually write a post.  I love reading other people's blogs, but I just can't seem to get into mine.  Nothing has been going on latley, and I am not creative enough to make the stupid things I do sound interesting, like many of the bloggers.  No.....I merely sit here and try to remember two or three things out of my day that have almost no significance to anything in particular and relay it to you.  It's that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the gym tonight and as I was doing my reps at the bench press, I heard a low voice say, "Hey, can you spot me?"  I look to my right and see a LARGE black man about to bench about 350.  I glanced around to see if he was actually talking to me, and the only one else next to me was a large hispanic lady.  I figured his comment was directed in my direction although I am sure Dykie McDyke could have helped him out.  The fact that this huge guy trusted me....(weak and white)....to prevent him from being crushed by twice his body weight made me feel honored.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORP is this weekend and I think &lt;A HREF="http://ty_th.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ty&lt;/A&gt; had the right idea when he said it was all about the &lt;b&gt;DANCE&lt;/b&gt;.  I am now the escort to a lovely lady going by the name of Jenn.  Escort just sounds cooler.  It should be fun since all the cool kids are going.....along with others who arent so cool.....(me).  Ty should start a dance off against someone on the STEP team, he's sure to win.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rxbandits.com/images/visual/cleveland/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rx Bandits.  I wanted to see these guys tonight but no one wanted to go with me on a lack of money.  Come back soon Bandits...come back soon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are my three topics...what did I tell you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-91525730?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/91525730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/91525730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91525730' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-91395445</id><published>2003-03-25T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T22:04:15.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight I asked the prettiest girl in school to the MORP dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And get this, she said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made fun of Donald for being all giggly in London. Where here I can be all giggly, right in my hometown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-91395445?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/91395445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/91395445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91395445' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-91394394</id><published>2003-03-25T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T21:40:25.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for the lack of blogging.  Its been hard trying to catch up on the hours that England took from my good nights rest.  So every night its either blog or sleep, and sleep offers me candy.  You would do the same thing, I swear it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PROMISE I will write something interesting tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-91394394?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/91394394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/91394394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91394394' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-91328928</id><published>2003-03-24T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T21:52:38.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Look, &lt;br /&gt;if you had one shot, &lt;br /&gt;one opportunity &lt;br /&gt;To seize everything you ever wanted &lt;br /&gt;One moment &lt;br /&gt;Would you capture it or just let it slip?&lt;/p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I couldn't think of a better way to phrase it in the world.&lt;/p align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-91328928?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/91328928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/91328928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91328928' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-90437333</id><published>2003-03-09T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-09T20:52:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A don't have anything to write about but I feel the need to.  Considering I am going to England for about a week I feel I should write as much as I can before my brief vacation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the boys participated in Round 2 of the milk challenge on Saturday night.  I was disappointed by &lt;A HREF="http://www.hft.blogspot.com"&gt;D.C.&lt;/A&gt; who's leg did not do its normal spasm while his milk came back the other way.  You lost a true fan this weekend D.C.....Others did not find time to finish their gallon between swapping of stories about ugly/fat/annoying girls at their school and/or retarded kids we have known.  Much of what I heard should never be uttered from a single soul.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my trip is now only days away and I am getting real excited.  Much of this excitement comes from Craig yelling at me or Matt the number if days left:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey Craig&lt;br /&gt;Craig: 6 DAYS!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(end conversation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I figured we would talk about the Revolutionary War alot.  Let's see if they are still bitter.  Maybe it will get us into a bar fight while we are there.  Which reminds me.....We are in England during St. Patty's Day.  Now I know it isn't Ireland, But I have a feeling they will celebrate it alot more than we would here.  All I want to do is order a pint, just like on Lord of the Rings.  Yeah....I'm a dork...but seriously, how cool would that be?.......you just think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.ditto.com/image/003/854/132.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the musical now, atleast I think I am.  Sounds like a good time.  I mean who doesn't like singing and dancing.  Atleast now I am not just doing it for fun and by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-90437333?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/90437333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/90437333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90437333' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-90285760</id><published>2003-03-06T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T21:54:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;A pack of Marlboro Mediums.&lt;/p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Frank Sinatra.&lt;/p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And a 2-hour drive alone.&lt;/p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Life doesn't get any better than that.&lt;/p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.spiritofsinatra.com/media/young-19.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-90285760?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/90285760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/90285760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90285760' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-90033727</id><published>2003-03-02T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T21:12:53.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The man at Sonic today, after giving me my milkshake, said "Have a night."  It really made me think.  I mean....lately I have been passing when offered nights.....and I think it really is time I have one for myself.  Thank you ethnic man at Sonic, even though you could not speak english.  You light up my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had band practice for a combined total of about 5 hours today.  Now if that is not hardcore, than I dont know what is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove a tad with Jessi tonight, and let me just say it was glorious.  It was like running through an open field of tall wheat grass....and then tripping when your foot gets caught in a damn gopher hole.......I'm retarded.  On another note congrats to the people in the musical.  I know you will all do great.  Except you Matt....you jerk.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to write more this week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-90033727?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/90033727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/90033727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90033727' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-89888718</id><published>2003-02-27T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T23:17:27.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.ucalgary.ca/~akiva/images/cards/birthday.jpg"&gt;  and &lt;img src="http://www.sideonedummy.com/new/bandlogopics/FMShamrock.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 years ago I was brought into this wonderful world.&lt;br /&gt;I am an adult.&lt;br /&gt;I am alone. Sitting in my backyard by the pool. Smoking a cigar, listening to Swagger.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about growing up is a scary thing. Leaving for who knows what. &lt;br /&gt;I think back to about two years ago, and I never dreamed to find myself here.&lt;br /&gt;So many things have changed, I been from the best time of my short-lived life, to the absolute worst.&lt;br /&gt;Friends have come and gone, they have grown and faded away.&lt;br /&gt;I look up into the black of night, only to taste the four-dollar cigar, and the faint sound of Flogging Molly.&lt;br /&gt;We really do have an amazing view here in Arizona, something I have always taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;The lessons I have learned, the mistakes I have made, and the heartbreaks that have passed away, make me what I have become.&lt;br /&gt;Is this where I want to be? More importantly, is this what I want to be?&lt;br /&gt;Pride is something I have always been taught to hold high, and my own pride is very important for me.&lt;br /&gt;So am I happy?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;No reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am at peace.&lt;br /&gt;And I realize that these 18 years have made me mature.&lt;br /&gt;As corny as it sounds, I am growing up.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am strong enough to live and work for the ending to my story.&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonderful thing to have dreams, never loose those. Life isn't worth living without passion. &lt;br /&gt;But always be willing to change.&lt;br /&gt;Change isn't always bad; it's how you handle it.&lt;br /&gt;But that's enough bullshit from me.&lt;br /&gt;Take what you want, because you have to live your own life for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is cool, but the cigar can always keep you warm.&lt;br /&gt;I realize all the wonderful things in my life.&lt;br /&gt;As different as everything has become, it doesn't mean it is any less great.&lt;br /&gt;Just different.&lt;br /&gt;And I think of the friends, the ones that will be there till the end. &lt;br /&gt;They are not necessarily the ones you spend the most time with.&lt;br /&gt;And even those who come and go, and how they still have touched my life.&lt;br /&gt;All the opportunity I still have left. And what I can make with the rest of my time here on this crazy world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I turned 18. I am an adult.&lt;br /&gt;And I smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-89888718?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/89888718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/89888718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89888718' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-89823249</id><published>2003-02-26T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T14:41:41.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Its been a long time(long time), I shouldn't of left you(left you) without a dope beat to step to"&lt;p/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sad to say that the last few cryptic post have led no where. And as far as them being attention getters, hell, of course they are, this whole thing is. Look at me, look at me. Put that in your pipe and smoke it. Well, then pass it over here....please. Auditions are going on this week. And its for a musical. I hate musicals. The only other one I've ever done was my freshman year "Grease". I remember, being young and excited for a new experience. And after the acting audition, Ms. Roski(at that time) pulled me aside to tell me that I had the best acting audition out of everyone there. I don't know if she meant it or not, but it sure meant a whole lot to me. And after the singing and dancing auditions, I walked away with a very tiny chorus role. I know Trevor remembers those days. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well since then I've tried to keep my distance. But this is my last show, and I love this theater company more than life itself. So I have to suck it up and go to town. Cross your fingers. I'd love to be a part of it, and I understand completely that puberty changed my voice enough to decide for me to stay out of the singing career. Well Fuck you puberty. And then puberty told me to fuck myself, and didn't decide to give me facial hair. Son of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I bought "Through being cool"(Saves the Day), and "Halfway between here and there"(RX Bandits). Both very bitchin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it real lads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-89823249?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/89823249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/89823249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89823249' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-89542089</id><published>2003-02-21T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-22T10:31:52.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And so ends my week long break.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and saw &lt;A HREF="http://ty_th.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ty's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/A&gt;  band practice today and all I can say is "hats off to you ol' chap".  They are good, all they need are words.  They did play a cover of Infection by the Rx Bandits which rocked my world.  Those Bandits arent too shabby.  They put me in a rocking mood.  Much like Ace of Base...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day invovled me and &lt;A HREF="http://www.hft.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;D.C.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/A&gt; putting Matt in large blue carrying cases and rolling him off curbs.  They weren't large enough for Matt to sit regularly and it was funny to see him contort himself into the most compact shape he could be.  You are the king Matt, what can we say.  Although it wasn't as extreme or dangerous as we would have liked it to be, it took up a good deal of our day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to 2 parties tonight.  Can't say either of them really did anything for me, considering I wasn't drinking.  For certain things I wonder why I couldn't see them in the beginning. Excuse the vaugeness but seriously........its like I have dumb glasses on that make me see what I want to see.....and things like pandas.  They must be some crazy glasses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-89542089?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/89542089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/89542089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89542089' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-89480697</id><published>2003-02-20T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T21:55:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just wrote a whole post about everything that was going on since lasted time I update, complete with jokes and good ol' stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you could say I'm on top of the world. I won't force you to say it, but it'd be a rather good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think we're going somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;We're on to something good here.&lt;br /&gt;Adversity, we get around it.&lt;br /&gt;Searched for joy, in you I found it."&lt;br /&gt;(Relient K - Pressing On)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.saspinc.com/assets/albums/120.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-89480697?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/89480697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/89480697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89480697' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-89480338</id><published>2003-02-20T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T21:49:27.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week is slowly winding its way to an end.  I hardly feel like I should go back to school and I think I have officially decided my school year is over.  What good will these last months do?  A whole lot of nothing is the answer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really looking forward to the movie &lt;i&gt;Old School&lt;/i&gt;, as lame as you might think it is.  I think Will Farrell  is very funny, almost as funny as me...I know....I am modest.  So thats basically all I am looking foward to this weekend.  I am being kicked out of my house on Friday night because we need all our spare rooms for guests.  That means I will need to spend the night at someone's house.  Any takers?.................I'll be a boy of the streets.........no one can tell me what to do or where to go.  That is until Saturday morning when I have to return home for a change of clothes.......quit laughing.....I am as hardcore as they come......mom said so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 Cent is funny.  He is way more hardcore than I thought.  He got shot 9 times and his mom was murdered when he was 8.  I guess thats kinda rough.  But he doesnt know what it's like to grow up in middle class suberbia.  This is where real gangsta's are born.  Shit.  He also has a fued going on with Ja Rule which makes me like him more.  Rapper fueds are the best.  Havent had a good one since the days of Biggie and 'Pac.  Remember the good ol' days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tupac-makaveli.co.uk/tupacbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt's gonna get lucky....I'll let him explain if he chooses to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-89480338?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/89480338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/89480338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89480338' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-89416068</id><published>2003-02-19T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-20T21:27:07.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had to pull weeds on the side of my house today.  It only took me about an hour, but now I have severe damages to my thumb and pointer fingers.  I don think I'll ever be able to walk again.....wait.....that doesnt seem to make sense.....or does it?  I hope I was successful in confusing a good number of you there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had band practice for 2 hours today.  Not to shabby I should say.  We made a new song that rocks your shit....thats right....and we are gonna play it tomorrow at the Theatre Company meeting....along with others.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am incredibly "not funny" tonight.....nor interesting.....nor am I wearing any pants.....goodnight........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-89416068?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/89416068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/89416068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89416068' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-89292102</id><published>2003-02-17T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T23:21:24.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not a bad weekend I should say.  It was kinda slow, but you can't win um every week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went over to Jessi's to celebrate a little somthing we like to call "Caitlin Birthday 2003."  Caitlin being her sister and 2003 meaning she is 16.  Wow.  The night didn't truly pick up until me and Jessi took Tom and Caitlin in a pleasant game of basketball.  With my amazing ability to not make any shots and Jessi's tendency to beat her sister up....well lets just say we did quite well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish everyone had this week off.  Now this means that although I can sleep in, no one can do anything when I wake up.  Maybe I'll read...or something.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a house across from Jessi's that was for sale with a dangling sign that read &lt;b&gt;I'm beautiful inside!&lt;/b&gt;...yes...I believe there actually was an exclamation point....Anyways, my new meaning in life is to steal the sign and walk around with it on my neck.  Then people will know what I am truly like.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was much too uneventful to have more to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-89292102?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/89292102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/89292102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89292102' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-89111501</id><published>2003-02-14T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T13:19:17.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am on vacation for a week....hells yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In regards to Matt growing some balls, we are very proud of him and we all knew it would happen someday.  A celebration will be held this weekend with a special musical guest...Shakira.  I expect you all to attend and share this wonderful acheivement with Matt..........RSVP please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, this Valentine's Day is  nothing special.  "Why?" one might ask.......I guess I am just on an off year.  However I did get hit by cupids arrow and I am developing a rash on my left arm....I just might be allergic.  But, I am only allergic to penicillin.....hmmmm?  Cupid and his stupid penicillin tipped arrows.  So on this joyous day i will be just sitting around, then playing a show with Lakeshore Drive at night.  Take that up your stupid ass St. Valentine.  (there was a saint right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in phyics class we watched Boondock Saints for no apparent reason.  All I gots to say is that is a hella funny movie...and it is badass at the same time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.no.net/aequitas/picsmall006.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck to you Matt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-89111501?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/89111501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/89111501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89111501' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-89078073</id><published>2003-02-13T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T22:42:49.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ha, I love this. The kid grows balls and makes the move. And he still doesn't know what the hell is going on. Now that takes talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mrhorse.com/clubhouse/images/nerd.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-89078073?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/89078073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/89078073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89078073' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-88953781</id><published>2003-02-11T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T20:33:41.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well ladies and gents, &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I decided that a hair cut must be in order, so I took my little green truck down to our local Fantastic Sam’s, and told the lady what I wanted. She said, and I quote "So you want the Caesar than Honey". Our conversation continued like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- "Em...well I guess, but I am pretty sure Caesar was balding"&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Ass Bitch- "Well yea, but its still called the Caesar"&lt;br /&gt;Me- "Well if it's what all the kids are doing then count me in"&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Ass Bitch- "Yea, but you're not bald"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty much how the rest of the haircut went. After about an hour (a hair cut that would normally only last about 20 minutes), this conversation ended. I would say I'm rather happy with the way it turned out. But you be the judge. Next time you sit in English/History, you ask yourself the question that will boggle your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that my charming friend Matt, or the Great Roman Emperor Caesar"&lt;img src="http://www.vroma.org/~hwalker/VRomaCatullus/Caesar.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tricking the Gods and getting into ASU (like you'd have to trick anyone), I started getting information from them day 1. JB and myself filled out dorm applications to fulfill are life long dreams to make a Lady killer dorm, where we could sit alone and talk about Blink and watch Lord of the Rings. This was always what we just assumed would be the next step in our stellar lives. But then my parents informed me that if I wanted to live in the dorms, I would have to pay for it. This seemed like an easy answer, sure, why not. Until today when I obtained the bill of what I'd have to pay. 3gs. Where is a boy who doesn’t have a job going to get that kind of money? I guess I could always sell my body, am I up for it? Of course, but that’s quite a few STD's. So one would just assume, if you can’t get that money just live at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy, a little too easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See in the back of my mind I always wanted to take whatever talent I had and move it to California. I want to be in the movies, I have since day 1. But that seemed like a huge jump for a little kid like myself. Everyone is forced to grow up sometime. I never thought anyone would support me for that, so I never really brought it up seriously. The other day I did and my parents said that they also wondered about that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passes, different things happen. Are you still reading this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the reason I wanted to go live in the dorms was to experience life out of the house. But if I have to live at home, there really is no experience for me there. Sure a bigger school, but that’s what they said about high school. So now everything (fate and dollas) are pushing me toward my dream. But kids, that’s a huge decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-88953781?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/88953781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/88953781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88953781' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-88826314</id><published>2003-02-09T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-09T18:31:11.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well now that the play is over, I'll have more time for this. Or at least that would make sense. The play went really well, and a shout out to &lt;a href="http://tengallonhat.blogspot.com"&gt;Trevor&lt;/a&gt;, who got "The Coat". I'm hella proud of you bro, you deserve it. It's kind of scary, going out to bow on Saturday, to wonder if that was it. If it was, if that was the last chance I get to bow on the stage that built everything I am, then it's been one hell of a ride. I'm not really in a mood to write about how great everything has been, so this wont be a post about that. But it's just a thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that the play is over, there will be way more time for the band, which should "rock". Ugh. Boo. Get off the stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are funny. The past few months I have been pretty disconnected, not wanting any sort of anything. Or at least that’s what I've been telling myself. There's no reason to rush it, and I definitely needed some time off, away from that. So as of lately you try not to let any girl get to you. The cast party was fun, and a great close to a great show. No regrets, no problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well until I got home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lying in bed, telling myself that there is nothing to think about, it doesn't matter. I don't care about her like that, but why the hell am I questioning it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na, it was just a good ride. I had fun. Forget it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you swear like that will ever work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll continue to tell myself I don't care about it, and it'll be all I'll think about for days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-88826314?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/88826314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/88826314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88826314' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-88746589</id><published>2003-02-07T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-07T22:48:23.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont really have much to say tonight.  My day consisted of school, which was far too enjoyable. (Sarcasm)  I then took a 3 hour nap, watched &lt;i&gt;Barbershop&lt;/i&gt;, went to band practice, and then met up with everyone at IHOP for about 20 mins.  It's just about 12:00 now and that nap didnt do much good cause I am tired.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefuly tomorrow is more eventful.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-88746589?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/88746589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/88746589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88746589' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-88689749</id><published>2003-02-06T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T21:17:19.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, Arsenic went well tonight.  Great even.  I thought everyone did a great job.  Except Matt..........I kid' I kid'.  I hadn't really seen the play all the way through, and I thought it went together wonderfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ear just popped and there is a high pitched ringing in my left ear.  Who needs the left ear anyway...I mean I figure that I am right handed and therefore should be "right eared".  It works......trust me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recieved a letter today from the WKWA (Wheelchair Kids With Attitude)  They had a few things to say about my last entry...So i just started running up hill.......suckers.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I think I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-88689749?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/88689749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/88689749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88689749' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-88633480</id><published>2003-02-05T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T21:18:44.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever get the feeling you want to race those kids in the wheelchairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kidprintables.com/coloring/kidstuff/kidinwheelchair.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I mean, I would give them a head start.....am I that mean?......I would let them win of course, after i messed with them a bit.....like putting sticks in their tires....whoa...I am a horrible person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice day today...havent had this kind of weather in a long time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed I do the ol' .....thing alot, I think I do it when I try to get the point across that I am either uncomfortable with what I am saying or just unsure..........Damn it...there it is again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I hate it when I say dumb things.  I mean there are certain times I like to look stupid (ie. wetting pants at the movies to get a reaction from someone)  But there are certain things I say that just make me look like a complete loser....you know?.....I know you do....especially you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-88633480?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/88633480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/88633480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88633480' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-88571297</id><published>2003-02-04T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T21:41:38.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a letter from ASU saying that i am now in the dorm PV East.  Well that was the last step, college, here I come....in about 8 months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked with Matt today and he reminded me of a story I would like to tell you all.  It pretty much summarizes what life will be like for me and Matt in college.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.public.asu.edu/~grover/test/asulogos/asuco.gif"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, we go to my sisters apartment to see if her new roomate is hot.  No luck on that one.  That is unless you find a woman who could be a linebacker attractive.  Strike one for us.  I then proceed to get the &lt;i&gt;Urethra Chronicles&lt;/i&gt; the Blink 182 DVD.  Make fun all you want, I love it.  Anyways we leave and walk to the elevator where we are joined by 2 semi-attractive girls.  The door closes and you can feel the sexual tension rise. The rest went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College Girl: (initiating conversation) What movie do you have there?&lt;br /&gt;Me: (lowering head) Its a Blink 182 documentary.&lt;br /&gt;Other stupid college girl: (Rolls eyes) Ohhhh......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(awkward silence for the next two floors)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then left the elevator feeling a little childish when Matt chose to shout "It's a good thing we don't like dykes anyway", or something of that nature.  And if God has a heart, those girls heard it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we killed them. (ever get to the point in a story when you realize its not that funny but you already started so you can't stop.  Then you have to make something up that no one will ever believe just to spice the story up?)..........I never have.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-88571297?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/88571297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/88571297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88571297' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-88516304</id><published>2003-02-03T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T20:07:45.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, I just tried to post a real long entry and then my computer froze.  This blows.  I will attempt to summarize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it is show week for my associate on this here website, I will try to make it up by writing everyday.  You may ask me, "Hey Jack (that is me) what could you possibly have to say?", this is where I would proceed to say "Fuck you".......and that would be the end of our friendship....or conversation......you pick.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever have the feeling that you want to hang out with someone even if its only for like an hour.  But you just have to because you have way to much fun.  &lt;img src="http://www.funnypop.com/jokes/advice.gif"&gt; If you don't I pity you, it's a good feeling.  Kinda like making love....except without the orgasm....or the inflatable woman.....oh geez.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Microsoft Word chooses not to open.. Therefore I cannot write my essay for economics.  Like I really gave a damn anyway.  Now I can use the paper I saved to roll a fatty blunt, or to make oragami for the orphans.  Oh the decisions I am faced with.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the days were longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-88516304?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/88516304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/88516304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88516304' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-88454491</id><published>2003-02-02T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T21:43:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, it has been a while hasn't it.  I apologize for not writing, I guess i just havent had much to say.  I actually come to this page everyday, no joke, but lately I just stare at that blinking beacon calling for my first word and laugh....then cry....   The funny thing is that there really is a lot to say, just to damn lazy to say it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now the new bass player in Lakeshore Drive.  Just helping those boys out.  Don't be fooled by this new event.  Matt and I still are rocking it as hard as ever and we are almost definatley playing Feb. 21 at the Lucky Dragon.  I am awaiting the confirmation call from Nick (our drummer)  I think we are gonna stick with Wiseacre, there is nothing wrong with that name and it can get more badass the better we get.  I will keep you posted on the shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arsenic and Old Lace, the new play, is going up this week.  It looks like it will be a real hoot.  That's right...hoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.takingbacksunday.com/images/tbsicon.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ever so special day, Valentine's Day is approaching.  Who knows what it will bring, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-88454491?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/88454491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/88454491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88454491' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-88173376</id><published>2003-01-28T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T12:40:49.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;If this site had a Mascot it would probably be...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rocpoint.com/drawing/1254.gif"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, I'm pretty sure this is who it would be. Everybody loves Towelie, even Grandma. (He's so big, cause you're so high)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Towelie you're the worst character ever"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"I know"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-88173376?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/88173376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/88173376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88173376' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-88132867</id><published>2003-01-27T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T22:16:30.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love it how Jack and I pretend that this is a huge part out of our day, where we actually get a chance to sit down and write a little something. Sure, we have wild and crazy lives, and if you ever see them around, have them come talk to us, cause things are pretty slow without them. This weekend was a blast, even though I don't remember very much of it. Lakeshore Drive's concert was fun, there was almost a chance for our band to play "California Love", but alas there was no time. SO it looks like everyone will just have to come to our practice. Hopefully we should get a show here sometime in mid/late Feb. We also still need a name. Wiseacre seemed good enough, but it’s still up in the air. After watching Donald dance, and laughing as hard as I ever had there was a party. But I hardly remember any of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was an entirely different story. Around 2:00pm, I felt like shit and hurled. This continued about every thirty minutes, up until about an hour or so ago. This being the next day of course. The super bowl was good, but hardly as much fun as not throwing up. Nobody wants to hear about the sick kid unless they have to, so I am thinking about making a made for TV movie about it. So everyone can watch "Matt's Really Sick Day"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you boys out there, if you ever feel down and out and think that there are no real pretty girls out there, I have the perfect answer for you. Go to any Target and head to the Hair Dye area. There are more beautiful girls there than one could possibly imagine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was so nice, sitting very still..........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-88132867?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/88132867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/88132867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88132867' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-88077296</id><published>2003-01-26T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-27T11:57:05.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, due to the overwhelming comments on my last entry, I have been persuaded to write again.  If you must know I was not home all weekend.  I had the most sprite I have ever had and I lost tic-toe-toe to my sister more that should be possible. Over all the Phoenix Open was good, Tom and Jessi came to visit on Saturday which turned out to be a good time.  However, there were way too many old people there, I am gonna talk to some people and set that straight.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Super Bowl was very uneventful.  But, Tim's mom made good dip and my needs were satisfied.  There was a commercial with a "linebacker in the office." It's got to be the funniest shit I have seen in a long, aside from &lt;A HREF="http://www.hft.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/A&gt; extreme dancing at the concert last night.  He even got a following of little 10 year old boys to look up to him.  Hats off to you D.C, hats off to you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...I saw MxPx on a commercial tonight.  That's pretty badass for a band like that, even if it was for Diet Pepsi.  They were playing a new song which must mean a new CD soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-88077296?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/88077296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/88077296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88077296' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-87821746</id><published>2003-01-21T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-21T20:06:08.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just Checking....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-87821746?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/87821746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/87821746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87821746' title=''/><author><name>Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04437011779776976980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-87765489</id><published>2003-01-20T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-20T20:21:17.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, turns out I only have to go to school three days this week.  Martin Luther King Jr. sure helped me out on that one.  The other reason is that I am working at the Phoenix Open on Friday where, as every other year in the past, I get payed $100 a day to just sit and drive golf carts.  We even get fancy sweatshirts and hats.  Take that up your fat ass Blockbuster.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt finally got new shoes.  We met up with Jessi and her sister at the mall and they helped him pick them out.  Matt hates Jessi's sister, which is why that story should be funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking a band name is some tough shit.  We have been trying for like 3 weeks to get one but we cant think of anything.  I really want to play soon and a band name is essential.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My nose itches....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-87765489?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/87765489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/87765489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87765489' title=''/><author><name>Matt and Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317456795100490108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-87672320</id><published>2003-01-18T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-18T23:59:33.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-87672320?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/87672320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/87672320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87672320' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09311013482167734392</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-87522440</id><published>2003-01-15T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T16:46:41.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yea yea I know. Give me some time and I promise I can change this puppy into something ill. But I figured I'd update so Jack wouldn't feel like he was the only one posting. He wants one person to post, then another, and back and forth. Same with talking to him online, try it. If he says something and you don't make a response, his palms will begin to sweat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band is really starting to come together. Practice fucking ruled, and this 3-set band looks like it is going to work. We practice at least 3 times a week, and we would love to have you guys check it out and tell us what you think. Unless you suck, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of lately I have started to listen to some of my older cds. Now I realize with all these badass bands out, its hard to go back to your roots. But I started to listen to "Dude Ranch" and remembered why I wanted to be in a band in the first place. Download a song called "Sometimes", not off that cd, but it rocks pretty hard. I am still a huge fan of those older men. Blink is where it will always be at. If you have time to read this and bitch about how you are not a fan, thats really too bad. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some may ask, How are the ladies?(Sean Bowie voice, I love that kid) Well as of now not bad, not good. But it would probably be the best its been in quite awhile I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that enough for you reckless teenagers? Once I get off-book for the show, I'll have more time. Not to mention when I fix my computer. We(My computer and I) are not getting along right now all too well. Now that comment about the ladies I made earlier sounds so much more pathetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And yes I know it still post as jack and matt, and yes I know how to change it, but my computer will not accept cookies, so I can not change it. But it will happen, so keep your pants on, and if you don't at least touch yourself.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-87522440?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/87522440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/87522440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87522440' title=''/><author><name>Matt and Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317456795100490108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-87402508</id><published>2003-01-13T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-13T21:28:57.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would just like to rub it in that i don't have school Friday.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I bet all you people want to know how Jack is doing with the ladies....if you talk to them let me know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to play football tonight but there was an open house at the school.  Which sucks.  So I stayed home and read my play that I have to read for class.  Not so good, but it is a decent play.  I am so not interesting right now. I really dont know what to write right.  So peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-87402508?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/87402508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/87402508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87402508' title=''/><author><name>Matt and Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317456795100490108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-87280886</id><published>2003-01-11T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-11T15:22:59.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night was the shit.  First off we had band practice, and the funny thing is we are starting to sound really good.  It almost scares me.  Next we went to Brian's show.  Well, the directions were a piece of crap but we found it in time to see the fellas play.  They rocked it hard.  Taylor bled all over his guitar, Danny's drum solo made me nut...twice, and Tom ended up using my guitar so I felt I was helpful.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever trust Tim around Axe Body Spray. He will fuck your shit up in a weird cologne kind of way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a party at Joe's and got to hang out with a really cool girl.  I will see her tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-87280886?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/87280886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/87280886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87280886' title=''/><author><name>Matt and Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317456795100490108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-87205452</id><published>2003-01-09T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T22:04:00.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahoy Maties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are things ridin' on your side of the tracks? Sorry I have still yet to have time to put up links of all you other cool cats who actually live through this. But soon enough, soon enough. Jack and I will try our darndest to not make this entirely about how cool/bitter at ex's, we are. So then every can learn something new about us. John Bart and I are in a band that has no name. Unless you refer to us as "Sun Chasers", check out our latest cd called "Fun in the Sun". The best part about all this, is I know there are a few of you that actually thought for a moment "How that's the name of their band? They already have a cd?". If you are one of these kids, I love you. You are the ones that make me smile. Well I know so far there have been no "Deep" entries, and if you play your cards right, there won't be. But unlike Jack I do have things I need to do, but I doubt I'll ever do them, because I like to live on the edge. Thats something you new readers will learn over time. I am one bad ass mother fucker, weighing in at 143lbs. Watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Matt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-87205452?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/87205452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/87205452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87205452' title=''/><author><name>Matt and Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317456795100490108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-87204836</id><published>2003-01-09T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T21:47:09.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You may be wondering where the title of the blog came from.  Well, Its from a song entitled "You're So Last Summer" by a band I like to call, along with everyone else, Taking Back Sunday.  They rock it hard.  And, for those of you in the town of Phoenix this Sunday, they will be playing with The Used.  Taking Back Sunday is real good in that "I am a fucking bitter bastard" way which I think is why most can relate.  They don't talk about wanting someone as much as they do hating people.  Gotta love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no homework and don't plan to for the rest of the semester.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about my trip to England and I realize it will be tight.  I want to talk like the guys from Snatch or Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels, So you can await this new found accent when I return.  I also wanted an endless supply of fruit snakcs when I was 9 and that never happened, so we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I'm just bad news, than you're a liar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-87204836?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/87204836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/87204836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87204836' title=''/><author><name>Matt and Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317456795100490108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-87152312</id><published>2003-01-08T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T21:58:34.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As Sweet J has just informed you, this here is a joint blog. The girls over at Madpony did it great, and while we are not hot girls, we figured it be worth a shot. Right now it doesn't look all too perdy, but unlike the other blog I made, I will keep this baby real and hot. Then maybe you kids will get off my back about it. If you are looking for a laugh or even a reason to touch yourself, this will be the place to be. All the cool kids are doing it, so why shouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Matt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-87152312?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/87152312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/87152312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87152312' title=''/><author><name>Matt and Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317456795100490108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4089319.post-87151715</id><published>2003-01-08T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T21:52:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well yes...this is a joint blog.  This is made with the hopes that at least one of us will be funny and/or interesting.  A real post will come soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jack&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4089319-87151715?l=justbadnews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/87151715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4089319/posts/default/87151715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://justbadnews.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87151715' title=''/><author><name>Matt and Jack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14317456795100490108</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
