<?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-6054696</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:23:44.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings from a simple mind.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>618</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6054696.post-114456629306639731</id><published>2006-04-09T01:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T02:04:53.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some people have complained that I don't update this thing enough.I'm sorry? There hasn't really been a whole lot going on.I go to school, workout, occasionally hang out with people and am currently looking for a job. I don't rally think that's interesting enough to write about.I went to the doctor the other day and I found out that I've lost 15 pounds since my last visit, that was late last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/114456629306639731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/114456629306639731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114456629306639731' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-114318464502814804</id><published>2006-03-24T01:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T01:17:25.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I watched Say Anything, I hadn't seen it since Cusack night 05 which was right around a year ago. I think that's probably my favorite movie, but watching it kind of puts me in a weird mood. I don't know whats up with that.I'm trying to decide if I want to work at FYE. On monday night I told my friend Dani that I was going to start looking for a job, on tuesday she called and said they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/114318464502814804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/114318464502814804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114318464502814804' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-114171133342015430</id><published>2006-03-06T23:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T00:02:13.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Women are confusing and annoying and make me want to punch things.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/114171133342015430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/114171133342015430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114171133342015430' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-114102572085322486</id><published>2006-02-27T01:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T01:35:20.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You learn something new every day.1. Jarboe does in fact like girls, and it looks like they like him too.2. Farf doesn't need a date, his date = beer.3. He still wears his dads underwear!I'd try to give better details but the blog doesn't do it justice.The weekend was great.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/114102572085322486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/114102572085322486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114102572085322486' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-114051249300282282</id><published>2006-02-21T02:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T03:01:33.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will be 21 in a little less than a day. I'm talking about this now, because if I posted on here on my birthday then I would be a sad Max.Farf has already told me I'm going to regret inviting him up to BSU with me. This could be true, the combination of Farf, Jarboe, alcohol and me could get us into some trouble. I'm thinking as long as nobody ends up in jail, and as long as Farf doesn't try to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/114051249300282282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/114051249300282282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114051249300282282' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-114009035641612194</id><published>2006-02-16T05:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T05:45:56.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I'm dying.I don't know what the hell is wrong with me.A week and a half ago I had some stomach flu thing and I couldn't keep anything down for 4 days. After that there was some general soreness in the stomach area and I kidna figured that was from 4 days of throwing up if I even thought about food. It still hurts now, only a lot worse than before, I don't know if you've ever hurt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/114009035641612194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/114009035641612194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114009035641612194' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-113904212340829541</id><published>2006-02-04T02:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T02:35:23.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm really bored.Seriously.I have class all day on Tuesday/Thursday so I guess they're covered. On Friday I try to do all my hw for the week so that's pretty full as well.That still leaves 4 days out of the week when I don't have crap to do.Here's a breakdown of one of my "free" daysI wake up, I stretch and I shower.I take care of any chores around the house, even on a busy day that usually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113904212340829541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113904212340829541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113904212340829541' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-113861395116052858</id><published>2006-01-30T03:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T03:39:11.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take 2 pieces of breadskippy chunky peanut butteryour favorite jelly or jam... what is the difference between jelly and jam?and frosted mini wheatsput peanut butter on a piece of breadput the mini wheats on the bread with peanut butterput the jelly on the other piece of bread and what do you get?the best damn 3 am creation i have ever um... created!Seriously, it is fantastic. It completely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113861395116052858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113861395116052858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113861395116052858' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-113861297777240788</id><published>2006-01-30T03:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T03:22:57.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People yell at me to update more, but there's really not a whole lot to say. I go to class on tuesdays and thursdays. They're going pretty well I guess, although it can be a little stressful when I have 3 or 4 tests on the same day, the 5 free days a week is enough to make up for it though. I work out every night, I run 5 miles on mon wed and friday and bike and do strength/abs on tuesday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113861297777240788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113861297777240788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113861297777240788' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-113670709854617167</id><published>2006-01-08T01:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T01:58:18.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As most of you know, I've been working out pretty regularly over the last few months. I've lost a noticeable amout of weight and I've been feeling great. I can bike 14 miles or run a little over 3 in just under a half hour, at least on an eliptical. Tonight I thought I'd try and do the running outside.It's a little bit harder to say the least. I managed to get it done in a little over my inside </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113670709854617167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113670709854617167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113670709854617167' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-113665729869246534</id><published>2006-01-07T11:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T12:08:18.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>holyfuckingcrapkentuckywhyareyousuckingsobadlythatihavetowriteeverythinginonewordit's ok, on tuesday everything will be betteri hope</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113665729869246534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113665729869246534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113665729869246534' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-113594360982407687</id><published>2005-12-30T05:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T05:53:29.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saw Jodi for the last time.It was good.Well, actually it was a lot better than good, the fact that I won't be seeing her again until april or so kinda kills me and brings it back down though.That girl has done more for me in a year than anyone else in my entire life.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113594360982407687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113594360982407687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113594360982407687' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-113584447846433690</id><published>2005-12-29T02:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T02:21:18.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Appearance[] I am shorter than 5'4.[] I think I'm ugly sometimes.[x] I tan easily.[] I wish my hair was a different color.[] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.[] I have a tattoo.[] I am self-conscious about my appearance.[x] have/I've had braces.[] wear glasses (I have, dont wear em)[] I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.[x] I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113584447846433690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113584447846433690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113584447846433690' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-113452304433436916</id><published>2005-12-13T19:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T19:17:24.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One more day.Not even really, all I have to do is drop my paper off.Then I get on a plane and go on vacation.I'll be spending time with 2 of the coolest girls I know.When I get back my friends will be home.Things are good.Actually, things are great. I hope they're great with you too.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113452304433436916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113452304433436916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113452304433436916' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-113368634528786531</id><published>2005-12-04T02:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T02:52:25.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have way too much time on my hands1 hour = 24 miles on bike1 half hour = 3 on foot, not bad considering what I just finished beforeso yeah, i'm back in shape and i feel really goodI've also been playing a lot of guitarclasses are going alrightI just don't know what to do with all of my time, and it's going to be getting even worse soon.My best friend is leaving. I was thinking about writing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113368634528786531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113368634528786531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113368634528786531' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-113244771847490890</id><published>2005-11-19T18:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T18:48:38.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm bored... so yeah1. When you look at yourself in the mirror, what's the first thing you look at? my face?2. How much cash do you have on you? $603. What's a word that rhymes with "TEST?" Best4. Favorite planet? haha uranus... um seriously? earth i guess5. Who is the 4th cell person on your missed calls? Jarboe6. What is your main ring tone on your phone? The Distance -Cake7. What shirt are you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113244771847490890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113244771847490890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113244771847490890' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-113230602749024179</id><published>2005-11-18T03:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T03:27:07.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A- Age: 20B- Band you are listening to right now: Ryan AdamsC- CD Last Purchased: Songs For Silverman - Ben FoldsD- Dad's name: ThomasE- Easiest people to talk to: Leah, Nate, JarboeF- Favorite ice cream- StrawberryG- Gummy worms or gummy bears?: Bears, They also had a rockin show when I was a younginH- Hometown: Everywhere? Evansville I guessI- Instruments: Guitar mostlyJ- Junior High: Jessie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113230602749024179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113230602749024179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113230602749024179' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-113213416021960054</id><published>2005-11-16T03:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T03:42:40.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't sleep.This is no good.I thought that if I ran for a while I'd get tired and stuff.It didn't work, I actually have more energy now.So what's new?Heather called me. We caught up, it was great. Hopefully I'll get to see her when I visit my dad in December.I had to get up at 5 this morning and move my car because our street was flooded. How much does that suck?From reading most of your blogs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113213416021960054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113213416021960054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113213416021960054' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-113196469710301996</id><published>2005-11-14T04:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T04:45:20.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I found my friend Heather on facebook. She was my best friend growing up in California. I can't tell you how happy this makes me. I have another reason to visit my dad out there.Ya know how I used to joke about learning all the nintendo music on guitar? The Minibosses actually did that. Yeah, they're awesome, and because I have way too much free time I went ahead and learned how to play</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113196469710301996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113196469710301996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113196469710301996' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-113178730364270472</id><published>2005-11-12T03:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T03:21:43.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my God. I've reached a new low. I'm listening to Bon Jovi. Bad Bon Jovi. You evil evil person. My heat is broken and only the worst 80's music is helping me. Fuck you.I bought my very own eliptical runner. It's running minus the impact and as much resistance as i want. Between that and beating the holy shit out of the bag while thinking of certain people, I've been getting into pretty good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113178730364270472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113178730364270472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113178730364270472' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-113038967784381512</id><published>2005-10-27T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T00:07:57.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They're making a stardust movie?life is good.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113038967784381512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/113038967784381512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113038967784381512' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-112783863148494559</id><published>2005-09-27T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T11:30:31.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not a whole lot going on.We got a punching bag, I think it's the best stress reliever ever, everyone should have one.What else?Guitars are good.Girls are mean.But guitars are good, especially in dealing with the mean girls.The dude is getting huge. The dude is the cat formally known as Trogdor.I think that covers everything.Fall festival is soon, friends come home.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/112783863148494559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/112783863148494559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112783863148494559' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-112723067172839460</id><published>2005-09-20T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T10:37:51.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's been about a month since my last update, it's been so long because I have been one busy ninja. We finished work on the house for the most part and now we're all moved in. I started class a little while back and that's going pretty well. I've been doing a lot of solitary activites lately. Working out, writing and playing new music, and reading a whole lot. All good stuff really, but I'd</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/112723067172839460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/112723067172839460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112723067172839460' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-112432456991170813</id><published>2005-08-17T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T19:22:49.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Walken for President?He'd have my vote, the country could use some more cowbell.www.walken2008.comIf only it was true.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/112432456991170813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/112432456991170813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112432456991170813' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-112356715549685383</id><published>2005-08-09T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T00:59:15.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't updated in a while, things are pretty good though.I'll be moving soon.My father will be gone even sooner.Third session is almost over. I think I'll end up with an A.I have a new kitten. I think he thinks he's a parrot though. He chills on my shoulder and we watch cartoons.I shall call him Trogdor. He's a little burninator.So yeah, everythings good with me and I hope it's good with you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/112356715549685383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/112356715549685383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112356715549685383' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-112173122673202798</id><published>2005-07-18T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T19:00:26.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My three day summer is coming to an end.Friday night I went out with the guys for some texas roadhouse. Good food, awesome hostesses, and billy who is by far the coolest waiter we know. There was also some pool and guitar playing. I still rock at the guitar, my pool skills have gone to crap since I've been busy with school and stuff.Saturday I stayed in and slept and then slept and then I slept </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/112173122673202798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/112173122673202798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112173122673202798' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-112157693146013207</id><published>2005-07-16T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T00:08:51.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A duck's quack doesn't echo, and no one knows whyAll porcupines float in waterDueling is legal in Paraguay as long as both parties are registered blood donorsDonald Duck comics were banned from Finland because he doesn't wear pants101 Dalmatians, Peter Pan, Hercules and Mulan are the only Disney movies where both parents are present and don't die by the end of the movieYou learn something new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/112157693146013207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/112157693146013207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112157693146013207' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-112128743486888415</id><published>2005-07-13T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T15:43:54.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El Rio is good stuff.Hanging out with the guys is also good stuff.Finding out that I was just being paranoid and silly is good stuff as well.Good stuff indeed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/112128743486888415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/112128743486888415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112128743486888415' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-112103492438599091</id><published>2005-07-10T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T17:35:24.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Friday I saw Batman again with Leah and Julie. That could possibly be the best movie ever. Went to Dennys with Leah after and caught up. It was nice.Went to the summer show last night, mostly good stuff. Good show and good company, I was a little worried for some of the night though.The cubs are doing ok. I don't know what the hell happend to them all last week but they seem to be out of it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/112103492438599091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/112103492438599091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112103492438599091' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-112039558882029313</id><published>2005-07-03T07:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T07:59:48.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I was clearley pissed off last night, I'm a lot better now though. Things just get frustrating. I'm angry at myself for being a fool and not saying how I felt a long time ago. I'm pretty sure what chance I had, if any, is gone now.It's not really her fault, so I'm sorry about the whole girls being the devil thing.I really just need a vacation. This whole deal and everything else is really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/112039558882029313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/112039558882029313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112039558882029313' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-112036721487313422</id><published>2005-07-03T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T00:06:54.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Women are the fucking devil.I had some big deep thing in my head, but that's all that's really coming out now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/112036721487313422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/112036721487313422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112036721487313422' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-112010577609219706</id><published>2005-06-29T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T23:29:36.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kerry Wood was awesome.I'm watching the lost boys right now.It doesn't get much better than that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/112010577609219706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/112010577609219706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112010577609219706' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-112006697152651156</id><published>2005-06-29T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T12:44:12.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Chicago Derrek Lees are awesome.Yes, they're 8 and a half games back. I don't care.Prior is back and he was awesome, we will see what Wood can do in about an hour.If you think the cubs are out already then you must be retarded.That was directed at Steve.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/112006697152651156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/112006697152651156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112006697152651156' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111999695695028634</id><published>2005-06-28T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T17:15:56.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a while since my last post. I guess you could say I've been a little busy.I'm still looking for a house.Teaching my mom to drive.Going to school.Everything is good for the most part. Hanging out with people has been nice, though I wish I had some more free time. I feel like I've been neglecting some of my friends and I really don't mean to.I get annoyed when people blow things way out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111999695695028634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111999695695028634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111999695695028634' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111888443089021402</id><published>2005-06-15T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T20:15:20.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>mmm chili dogsBatman is out today, too bad nobody is around at the moment.The otters game last night was pretty cool, hanging out with Jodi was great as always, having the team kick ass was enjoyable. I wish some of the other fans weren't so rude though.School sucks.2 essays in 5 weeks isn't so bad.One of them being 10-12 pages, not great but not horrible.The other one being 20-25 pages is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111888443089021402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111888443089021402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111888443089021402' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111875179673824813</id><published>2005-06-14T07:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T07:23:16.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want one of these http://www.parksabers.com/avenger.html</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111875179673824813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111875179673824813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111875179673824813' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111872911034355060</id><published>2005-06-14T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T01:05:10.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I go back to class in 12 hours.BlahOh well, tonight was pretty cool.Tomorrow should be cool as well, minus the class.And uh... BATMAN comes out on wednesday. Who wants to go?Life is mostly good.Hope everyone else is doing well. See ya</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111872911034355060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111872911034355060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111872911034355060' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111856746874843388</id><published>2005-06-12T04:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T04:11:08.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the cubs winning today was the only thing that didn't sucki would like to take a vacation from people for a few daysgoodbye</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111856746874843388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111856746874843388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111856746874843388' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111839646315996501</id><published>2005-06-10T04:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T04:41:03.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a dream that the toaster grew legs and came after me and it made me into toast.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111839646315996501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111839646315996501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111839646315996501' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111762126689120558</id><published>2005-06-01T05:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T05:21:06.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jodi and I finally got around to watching Boogeymen. Not too shabby, not all that scary, but it was fun. We talked for a while and then her brother came home and we watched him play star wars revenge of the sith all night long.Yes, we are that cool.Oh well, it was good getting to hang out with them. They are good people.I need to go to bed now. Peace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111762126689120558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111762126689120558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111762126689120558' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111701577166468710</id><published>2005-05-25T06:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T05:10:07.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I gotta do something about this insomnia thing.Second night in a row i've stayed up until daylight.Anyway, tonight was a lot of fun.Bowling with Jarboe and Leah was very good stuff and playing pool with them and julie was nice as well.Random calls about silly things make me smile.I played my guitar for 3 hours tonight. Know what that means? New songs for the ladies.haha something like that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111701577166468710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111701577166468710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111701577166468710' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111684073402592572</id><published>2005-05-23T04:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T04:32:15.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's 4:30 in the morning and I'm still up.Isn't that grand?Today was nice.I woke up pretty late.Played with my dog.Watched the cubs win. (even though prior had to pitch a complete game to do it. Is that what it takes now guys?)Caught up some more with an old friend.Went out to eat with Leah, Chris and Julie.Went to coldstone ice cream with Jodi. They have the best ice cream ever.Watched star wars</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111684073402592572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111684073402592572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111684073402592572' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111670581194042282</id><published>2005-05-21T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T15:03:31.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw revenge of the sith last night with some friends. It was awesome, much much better than I expected.It was good seeing everyone last night, it was the first time we've all been together this summer. Too bad chris couldn't make it.I need a new computer.That means I probably need to get a job... and i was so set for not working :(Maybe I can get some help from my mom, I would know until after </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111670581194042282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111670581194042282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111670581194042282' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111634928614830416</id><published>2005-05-17T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T12:01:26.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>last night was a little weirdi don't think i'll be hanging out with a bunch of girls anymorenot that there's anything wrong with them, it's just a little much for meoh well, time to feed jodis catpeace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111634928614830416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111634928614830416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111634928614830416' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111619173197374032</id><published>2005-05-15T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T16:15:31.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm really bored1. First grade teacher's name: Mrs. Zagarola2. Last person you kissed: I don't even know3. Last word you said: "yeah"4. Last song you sang: Should I stay or should I go - the clash5. Last person you hugged: Jodi6. Last thing you laughed at: My brother being dumb7. What's in your CD player: my clash mix9. What socks are you wearing: none10. What's under your bed: guitar cases11. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111619173197374032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111619173197374032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111619173197374032' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111576073316279292</id><published>2005-05-10T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T16:32:13.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's summer now and I am one happy maxi've been working out at the ymca, i'm in pain, but it's good for mehanging out with friends is nice, it will be even better once everyone is home thoughmy friends here are less stressed, that makes me very very happylife is pretty good right now, hope everyone is doing wellsee ya</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111576073316279292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111576073316279292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111576073316279292' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111446974415502038</id><published>2005-04-25T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T17:55:44.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>haha oh my godi was goofing on my guitar and i realized i was playing bostoni am sooooooooooooooooooooooo cool</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111446974415502038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111446974415502038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111446974415502038' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111439526483724586</id><published>2005-04-24T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T21:14:24.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm feeling better now for the most part. My shoulder is still a little sore, but I feel about 8 million times better than I did for most of this week.I don't like it when people do you favors that you didn't ask for just so they have something they can hold over your head. I don't think anyone else likes that either, but I feel the need to vent.I've had a lot of free time over the last couple </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111439526483724586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111439526483724586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111439526483724586' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111396014986276860</id><published>2005-04-19T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T20:22:29.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just woke up very sore.Be very careful when going down carpet stairs in flip flops, I cannot stress that enough.I'm reading Good Omens By Neil Gaiman and  Terry Pratchett. It's fantastic, very very funny. It made my day much better.I'm going to read some more now or fall asleep again, either one sounds good to me right now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111396014986276860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111396014986276860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111396014986276860' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111394914234758200</id><published>2005-04-19T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:19:02.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I slipped on my steps this morning and busted myself up.Nothing major though, just a brused ankel leg and sholder.Far from fun, but I'll live.Everything else is going ok I guess. School needs to be over with already though.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111394914234758200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111394914234758200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111394914234758200' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111376292543557652</id><published>2005-04-17T13:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T13:35:25.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My computer has died.Not exactly sure what's wrong with it, but it's going to need some work. This probably won't happen until the summer so don't expect a whole lot of updates from me for a while.I'm not trying to join the I quit blogging club, I swear!Nothing wrong with those who did though, whatever floats your boat.I probably won't be able to keep up with you guys though aim very much either.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111376292543557652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111376292543557652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111376292543557652' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111363607564863662</id><published>2005-04-16T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T02:21:15.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I woke up about an hour ago.I haven't been sleeping much.I don't know why. I've been busy and tired, it just doesn't happen.Too much on the mind.So I have this thing that I want to say, but I don't know how to go about it without making a fool out of myself.Not like I don't already do that on a daily basis, but this is different.Blah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111363607564863662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111363607564863662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111363607564863662' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111362446970680750</id><published>2005-04-15T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T23:07:49.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night was cool.The Trumans and Duraluxe were great.It's been a busy week, but things are slowing down a little now. I was very stressed out earlier, but I'm doing much better.Not a whole lot else going on.Peace.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111362446970680750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111362446970680750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111362446970680750' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111341736275445351</id><published>2005-04-13T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T13:37:16.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night really sucked.Maybe the worst i've felt in a year.My friends make me feel better though.Leah Hurt is amazing.I haven't talked to many of you guys in a while, but I hope you're all doing well. I know we've been super busy lately but summer will be here soon and that will be great.Leah says we all need eachother right now and I agree. Or at the very least, I need all of you. I can't wait</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111341736275445351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111341736275445351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111341736275445351' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111333036105739681</id><published>2005-04-12T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T13:26:01.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a long week.I'm a little confused and a little annoyed.It's great to have friends who are always here for me though.Summer will be here soon, I can't wait for that.New house soonish? I think anywayHope things are going ok for everyone.See ya</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111333036105739681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111333036105739681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111333036105739681' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111275939519936140</id><published>2005-04-05T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T22:55:28.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had stuff to do today.It was so nice out though, just didn't happen. I don't feel bad about it at all, that's probably not good but what can ya do?I've been assigned what should be my last essay of the semester. This would be good news if it didn't require me reading another viking saga this weekend. That's assuming i can find a copy of it.Speaking of the weekend, I'm really looking forward to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111275939519936140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111275939519936140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111275939519936140' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111256162883968969</id><published>2005-04-03T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T15:56:09.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I knocked my lamp over and cut my hand, I'm one coordinated mofoI stayed in the whole weekendIt was actually kinda nice, I had a chance to relax, read, play guitar, sleep, and even do a little homeworkI downloaded a bunch of songs that I haven't heard in a long time and that makes me very happy.Stuff to do now, peaceGoddamn right it's a beautiful day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111256162883968969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111256162883968969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111256162883968969' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111242233943537600</id><published>2005-04-02T00:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T00:12:19.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this week has been mostly sucky, but there were a few really good things tooi'm a little stressed over school, but i think things will work outi'm ready for it to be summer right now though, i miss my friendsi hate it when people i care about are sad, i hate it more when there's nothing that i can doi wrote something new today, that's 2 new things in about a weeki really want to share them with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111242233943537600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111242233943537600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111242233943537600' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111232125891137692</id><published>2005-03-31T20:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T20:07:38.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some of my friends like to flip out.I'm not sure why though. How long have you all known eachother? If you still question the friendship then you have serious issues that you should deal with.I've done my best to be everyones friend. If that's not good enough for you I'm sorry, but I'm not going to feel bad about it.Ok, rant quota has been met.Some girls named jodi who take me out for ice cream </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111232125891137692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111232125891137692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111232125891137692' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111198663186147682</id><published>2005-03-27T23:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T23:10:31.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>kentucky lostsad sad sadjodis parents mock my miseryhonesetly though i'm not that sad, they're practically all freshmen! they did fantasticeaster weekend was cool, seeing my friends is always goodsaw the ring two on friday, not as scary as the first one but i still jumped like a little girlumm that's all for now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111198663186147682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111198663186147682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111198663186147682' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111179256375708185</id><published>2005-03-25T17:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T17:16:03.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm rooting for duke?haha i guess so, i'd rather kentucky faces them than michigan state after the utah game tonightummm it's been a pretty good weeki love it when my friends come homei also love hanging out with my new friends herei'm going to see the ring two tonight, i'll be trying my very best not to be a little girl</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111179256375708185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111179256375708185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111179256375708185' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111134377666616121</id><published>2005-03-20T12:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T12:36:16.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I picked up Jodi around noon and we headed out to Nashville, we got there in about 2 hours. We had a late lunch at the Calypso Cafe and that was pretty cool. We then went to check out an old bookstore that she really likes but they were closing and kicked us out. After that we went to Tower Records for a while... actually a really long time haha. She picked up a cd and I got a Simon and Garfunkel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111134377666616121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111134377666616121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111134377666616121' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111120565508631995</id><published>2005-03-18T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T22:14:15.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. Kissed your cousin? Nope2. Ran away? tried to when i was six3. Pictured your crush naked? haha, yeah4. Skipped school? too much5. Broken someone's heart? I hope not6. Been in love? no7. Cried when someone died? no8. Wanted someone you knew you couldn't have? yes9. Broken a bone? nope10. Done something embarrasing? nothing too bad11. Done a drug? is your mom a drug?12. Cried in school? noWHICH </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111120565508631995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111120565508631995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111120565508631995' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111070346009804252</id><published>2005-03-13T02:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T02:44:20.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>went to los bravos with jarboe and then to norths showpretty fun i guess even if a bit hard to understandmet up with some people that i hadn't seen in a while, catching up is goodthe grudge scared the crap out of me, jarboe i feel your painwhy are some people weird?i really enjoyed spring break this year, much more than i thought it was going tofriends are home! more will be coming homethings are</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111070346009804252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111070346009804252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111070346009804252' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-111052288478233473</id><published>2005-03-11T00:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T00:34:44.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got my new bank card today, I'm not broke anymore!Spring break has been very nice, I'm al caught up on sleep.Little things make me very happy, life is pretty good right now.See ya</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111052288478233473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/111052288478233473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111052288478233473' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110974291168093027</id><published>2005-03-01T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T23:55:11.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The last couple of days have been pretty busy. I haven't really had much sleep lately and it's been the cause of some issues. I lost my wallet again which kinda sucks.I went to the UE game last night. They did a lot better than I thought they would so that's cool. I also got to see Jodi dance and that was awesome.I've had a ton of work lately and it's not letting up. Kinda sucks, but spring break</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110974291168093027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110974291168093027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110974291168093027' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110957779496997039</id><published>2005-02-28T01:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T02:03:14.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blahblahblahI'm currently about halfway though an english essayI doubt i'll get to sleep before 4I wake up at 5:30blahblahblahMust thank Rush, Tiger Army, Jimmy Eat World, Jodi's birthday mix for me, and The Clash for getting me though this shitty assignment.Must aslo thank Jodi and Matt Feagley for distracting me a bit.Suppose I should get back to work now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110957779496997039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110957779496997039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110957779496997039' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110934719679255708</id><published>2005-02-25T09:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T09:59:56.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last couple of days have been fun.By fun I mean I had an insane amount of work to do. The end is nowhere in sight. It's ok though, I kinda like the challange.I lost my wallet on my birthday, but i just found it about 5 minutes ago.Tomorrow is going to rock.CUSACK NIGHT 05!yeah, you wish you were that cool.Things are good, I hope they are for you too.Peace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110934719679255708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110934719679255708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110934719679255708' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110911967036877496</id><published>2005-02-22T18:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T18:47:50.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm 20!I'm 20?I'm 20!!Today didn't start out so great. Had a minor car incident.Saw Constintine with Jodi. Weren't you planning on boogeymen? Why yes we were. Theatre malfunction or something. Oh well, they let us in for free which is kinda good. Constintine was um... funny. HaJodi made me an awesome birthday mix and burned me a copy of the new Jimmy Eat World. In other words, Jodi is amazing.My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110911967036877496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110911967036877496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110911967036877496' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110870759302555283</id><published>2005-02-18T00:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T00:19:53.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HolyshitI had a ton of work to do today.Finished the english essayGot started on my history essayRealized whiel working on my history essay that i had 2 jounral entries for english due tomorrow (which is now today)packed my stuff for muncieI feel like I actually accomplished stuff today. Way to go meHad some fun talks with awesome people. Life is good</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110870759302555283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110870759302555283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110870759302555283' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110862047316822009</id><published>2005-02-17T00:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T00:07:53.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Odd couple of daysNot badOdd thoughI'm trying to finish my new english paper by tomorrow. There's no way i'm going to get it done over the weekend.I'll be 20 in 5 days.Jodi is the only one who's mentioned this. Is that sad? Or does that show how cool she is?Oh well, I don't like to make a big deal out of that anyway.I had another thoughtNot sure where it went...Peace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110862047316822009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110862047316822009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110862047316822009' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110842681667500484</id><published>2005-02-14T18:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T18:20:16.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Worked my ass off in the gym this morning. Very very sore now.Classes seemed exceptionally long today... I wonder why?I decided to quit being a baby today. Look what that got meActually, I don't know the answer to that one, it doesn't appear to be good though.Everything else is good though, I really can't complain.This is what guitars are for.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110842681667500484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110842681667500484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110842681667500484' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110820007319887998</id><published>2005-02-12T03:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T03:26:11.730-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night/this morning was great.I like catching up with old friends.I love spending time with my new friend. She makes me smile.I need to stop being afraid... now would be a good time.It's either really late or really early depending on how you look at it. I'm worn out now. Ton of stuff to do tomorrow so I'm going to bed.See ya</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110820007319887998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110820007319887998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110820007319887998' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110798794993851448</id><published>2005-02-09T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T16:25:49.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm watching SLC Punk!I haven't seen that movie in quite some time. Did you know that Matthew Lillard can actually act? Dude, no more shaggy for you please?I'm kinda in shape again. It's really nice :)I'm kicking all kinds of ass in my classes and being all social and stuff.I love my "family"I hope everything is good with them.Time to study for viking historyShouldn't be a problem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110798794993851448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110798794993851448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110798794993851448' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110763848540429309</id><published>2005-02-05T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T15:21:25.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night was fun.I'm sleepy today.Kentucky is winning.I have a buttload of homework to do.Things are good :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110763848540429309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110763848540429309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110763848540429309' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110746185575841165</id><published>2005-02-03T14:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T14:17:35.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need to get a job.At least if i want to get out of here like I planned. Even if I do I don't know if it will be enough, but I have to try.This wouldn't be an issue at all if some people didn't turn into giant sized douchebags the closer they get to leaving, but what can you do?I'm not worried about me so much, I mean I do want to go and all, but if this doesn't work out it totally screws </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110746185575841165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110746185575841165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110746185575841165' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110724348109671675</id><published>2005-02-01T01:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T01:38:01.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110724348109671675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110724348109671675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110724348109671675' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110715771334111417</id><published>2005-01-31T01:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T01:52:13.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't sleep. I should be asleep. I have to be up in  4 hours. This is ridiculous.I'm playing my guitar instead of sleeping.I'm trying to learn some Leo Kottke. It's going to take about 1254720385720385 years.That means he's good.Good doesn't come close to describing him. I got to see him live once... he blew me away.I wish there was something I could do for all of my friends who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110715771334111417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110715771334111417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110715771334111417' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110706858586648167</id><published>2005-01-30T01:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T01:03:05.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hide and Seek is sometimes creepy and sometimes very funny.  Eh movie, but the company was good so it's cool.Having a pretty good weekend sofar. I went to some parties on Friday with Grant and Lucas and while that's not normally my thing I have to say I had a lot of fun.Started a new book!Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman. He rocksThat's all for now. I have a big f'ing essay to do tomorrow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110706858586648167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110706858586648167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110706858586648167' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110675441413940242</id><published>2005-01-26T09:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T09:46:54.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm feeling good.Want to know why?Going to the gym and getting back in shape.Having friends in my classes.Getting to know Jodi.My guitars.My friends away messages.Random Indians singing Eye of the Tiger... thanks leah!My doggie is sick and that does not make me happy. Poor puppyOther than that things are wonderful. Peace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110675441413940242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110675441413940242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110675441413940242' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110660460788673374</id><published>2005-01-24T16:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T16:10:07.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weird day.A plastic piece of my car has fallen off and I have no idea where it is.My brothers car was backed into today and is quite f'ed up.Other than that stuff things are great.Hope everyone is doing well. See ya</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110660460788673374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110660460788673374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110660460788673374' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110654212154297024</id><published>2005-01-23T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T22:48:41.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm superhappy today</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110654212154297024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110654212154297024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110654212154297024' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110645573312362229</id><published>2005-01-22T22:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T22:48:53.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hung out with Lucas and Grant last night, it was interesting in a kind of weird way. I mean, they're good guys and all, but it really showed me how different we all are now. I'm deffinatly not the same guy I was back in highschool when we all used to hang out and I have to say that I'm really glad. I think I'm actually growing up.I saw Chris tonight. We went to Barnes... who would have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110645573312362229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110645573312362229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110645573312362229' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110616129241815487</id><published>2005-01-19T13:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T13:01:32.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my god the gym kicked my little girl ass.It's cool though, the first day is always the worst.Actually that's not true, tomorrow I'll be sore and that will be the worst.Still, it's cool. I'm getting back in shape and it feels good.I'm happy, I hope you are too.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110616129241815487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110616129241815487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110616129241815487' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110611964692466909</id><published>2005-01-19T01:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T01:27:26.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a meltdown todayI think everything that had been bothering me for the last year came out.I kinda feel bad that I took it out on my mom, I mean she never really did anything wrong.I drove around for a while tonight and thought about some things and I'm better for the most part.Something as little as a random im from a friend really made the difference in my day though, thanks Jodi, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110611964692466909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110611964692466909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110611964692466909' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110603568637869958</id><published>2005-01-18T02:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T02:08:06.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ack!I fell asleep on the couchi'm woken up by someone yelling hey right behind meI turn around and there's nobody theretotally creeped out now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110603568637869958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110603568637869958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110603568637869958' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110594817234686554</id><published>2005-01-17T01:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T01:49:32.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Didn't get to hang out with leah over the weekend. The poor kid is sick. That's not going to be a fun way to start the semester.Spent an odd but enjoyable night by myself.I had an adventure to barnes and a walk in the park all by myself.Being the only person in the park at night with the wind blowing and making noises is a tad creepy. My mind started playing tricks on me, it was crazy. Fun </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110594817234686554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110594817234686554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110594817234686554' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110568424475338091</id><published>2005-01-14T01:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T00:30:44.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School has been a little bit better than I thought it would be.I have time to workout.I have time to be soical.My classes are easy.Viking History is f'ing cool.Having a class with someone I know rocks.Overall good stuff going on around here.I need to hangout with the devil before she goes away, I should probably call her.Now I must do some homework."Hey, I caught you this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110568424475338091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110568424475338091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110568424475338091' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110508224926186696</id><published>2005-01-07T01:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T01:17:29.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight included the followingGood foodGood friendsReally bad poolWhat does that give me?A good life.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110508224926186696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110508224926186696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110508224926186696' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110500230080450595</id><published>2005-01-06T03:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T03:05:00.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My friends and I are total geeks.I love it.Chris is leaving today. He won't be here for the summer. Although there will be many roadtrips down to Nashville it's just not the same. I'm very glad that tonight went so well, espically since it will probably be the last time that we're all together for a while.We're growing up.It seems so silly.I will be 20 soon. 20? 20!Weird.I bought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110500230080450595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110500230080450595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110500230080450595' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110490414224784036</id><published>2005-01-04T23:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T23:49:02.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a great time in St. Louis with Matt. We had a lot of fun roaming around downtown even though it was completely empty. We played sega at his uncles how, rock on old school! The next day we hung around their house for a bit before we headed into the city so Matt could go to his interview. I kicked around Union Station for a bit before I met up with Steve and got some pizza. It was good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110490414224784036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110490414224784036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110490414224784036' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110474266410028728</id><published>2005-01-03T02:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T02:57:44.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jarboe and I went to Chili's tonight for dinner and it was some pretty good stuff. Our waitress was having a terrible night so we were as nice as possible and I gave her an awesome tip. Jarboe and I came back here to shoot some pool for a bit and just relax. After talking to him for a little while I have chilled out a lot about last night. I'm still mad but not nearly as much as I was last night.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110474266410028728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110474266410028728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110474266410028728' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110465220310568551</id><published>2005-01-02T01:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T01:50:03.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They apparently don't know me as well as I thought they did.Getting close to five years now, who would have thought?Can't say that I'm not dissappointed.And for the love of god please no more talking behind my fucking back. We're adults here.Thanks. Goodnight.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110465220310568551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110465220310568551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110465220310568551' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110461282395682693</id><published>2005-01-01T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T14:56:11.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And so we're told that this is the golden ageAnd gold is the reason for the wars we wageThough I want to be with youBe with you night and dayNothing changes on New Year's day</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110461282395682693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110461282395682693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110461282395682693' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110445025393192566</id><published>2004-12-30T17:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T17:45:49.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss my car.I was supposed to get it back today. Apparently that's not happening.I get the cruiser tonight, I guess I'll manage :)I had to drive my brothers car for a little while this week and in doing so I was exposed to a wonderful band called razorlight. You should check them out, not much for lyrics but they sure do sound pretty.I've been neglicting my guitars lately. Too much pool</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110445025393192566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110445025393192566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110445025393192566' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110421711601634263</id><published>2004-12-28T01:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T00:58:36.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need a vacation.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110421711601634263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110421711601634263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110421711601634263' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110404133160791041</id><published>2004-12-25T23:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T00:09:36.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm currently watching Spaceghost Coast to Coast vol 1.My brother is awesome.He also got me America (the book)Again, he is awesome.My dad is a dick. It's Christmas, you shouldn't be allowed to be a dick. Someone should inform him of this.Well that took the holiday cheer out of my post."Merry Christmas to all, and to all shut the hell up." - Peter Griffin - The Family Guy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110404133160791041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110404133160791041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110404133160791041' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110351365055291125</id><published>2004-12-19T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T21:34:10.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>----------------- THE BASICS-------------------- Name: Max-- Birthday: 02/22.85-- Nicknames: Bev, Stallion, Thor!-- Favorite band: The Shins-----------YOU PREFER-------------------- Pepsi or coke: regular: Neither, if it’s gonna be soda it’s gotta be orange-- McDonald's or Burger King: McDonald's-- Adidas or Nike: Addias-- Chocolate or vanilla: Chocolate-- Cappuccino or coffee: Venti </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110351365055291125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110351365055291125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110351365055291125' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110335223910378686</id><published>2004-12-18T01:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T00:43:59.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been playing a lot of pool lately. I am now far from shabby! I'm verymuch looking forward to embarassing the devil and Julie.It has just occurred to me that Julie lacks an evil nickname. I mean, she's a woman AND she hangs out with the f'in devil! That's evil in my book. Jarboe and I shall have to come up with something for her.My friends will be home soon.ROCKI spent all day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110335223910378686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110335223910378686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110335223910378686' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-6054696.post-110292129966692645</id><published>2004-12-13T01:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T01:01:39.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The trip to BSU was quite enjoyable.Spent time with good friends.Met some new people.Had a small ego check too.Speech final tomorrow. Must write my paper now.Peace</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110292129966692645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6054696/posts/default/110292129966692645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyareallthegoodlinkstaken.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110292129966692645' title=''/><author><name>max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11925976381914127014</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
