<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002</id><updated>2009-02-21T01:25:41.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Learning</title><subtitle type='html'>I try and thats all we can do</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-109539055920078719</id><published>2004-09-16T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T00:09:07.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where you wanna go is where I wanna be</title><summary type='text'>So I haven't updated this in forever. You probably thought that it would just be lost in the huge void of informative nothingness that is the internet huh? Well it won't be lost. Its coming back... with a vengeance! Not really, its just a nice ass way to not do homework.Since I've been down at school again, quite a bit has happened. I got an apartment with some good friends: Stubbs, Anthony, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/109539055920078719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/109539055920078719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109539055920078719' title='Where you wanna go is where I wanna be'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04174320430955937083'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-108518105781657401</id><published>2004-05-21T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T18:10:57.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn working 10 hour days really takes a lot out of me. I haven't really been up to too much recently, just working for the most part. I finally got my first paycheck yesterday... I made more in two and a half days at Ventline than I ever did in a week at Target - just a little under $300! Haha... working a full week will make the checks a lot nicer... I think I'll be able to get enough cash to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108518105781657401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108518105781657401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108518105781657401' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04174320430955937083'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-108328975475034851</id><published>2004-04-29T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T21:35:32.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Change ClothesWhat a change huh? Well I wasn't really planning on changing the site design anytime soon... actually I never really thought too much of it but I did it! . I think I'll keep it around for a while - I really like it. What do you think? Well sign the guestbook and let me know, I want some input and some more guest book signings damn it! I also got a new hit counter so its down to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108328975475034851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108328975475034851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108328975475034851' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04174320430955937083'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-108318337168260849</id><published>2004-04-28T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T15:19:17.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Week</title><summary type='text'>So this is the last week of classes before finals. Well nothing has really happened. I haven't really been studying as much as I should... but I still have some time to get work done. It seems crazy to think that by next week I'll be home. I'll be glad to leave the dorm and I really need a break from school. I just want to be able to bum around on the weekends without anything hanging over my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108318337168260849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108318337168260849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108318337168260849' title='Dead Week'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04174320430955937083'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-108264749405872319</id><published>2004-04-22T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T23:18:35.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Incoming</title><summary type='text'>So I didn't update by Wednesday... ahh! Well its hard to do much of anything when there are basketball games almost every night. 40 games in 40 nights, its like I'm in heaven!... except I have finals coming up soon. Oh well, thats school for ya and I got do what I can to get through. But this past weekend was the last big weekend to go out and party because next weekend everyone will be studying </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108264749405872319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108264749405872319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108264749405872319' title='Incoming'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04174320430955937083'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-108235307380281240</id><published>2004-04-19T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T02:24:43.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Distant Lover</title><summary type='text'>Hell yeah, this was my kind of weekend damn it! Damn a lot happened really... Since no ones updated with what happened I guess I'll takeo n the task, although I still welcome gowdy and anthony to write about it since they have a way of telling the stories better than I do. Well this past weekend there were a lot of guests down here at IU. But before they all came we had our fun too... this time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108235307380281240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108235307380281240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108235307380281240' title='Distant Lover'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04174320430955937083'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-108191010178237055</id><published>2004-04-13T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T22:31:16.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a lot</title><summary type='text'>Its almost been a week since I last updated. I guess I've been too lazy... oh well. This past weekend I went home. Why would I go home with only a few weeks left of school? Well it was partly because I wanted to take stuff back but Anthony also wanted to head home so we both went. It was a nice weekend, I mostly relaxed and hung out with people. Talked to my parents about this summer and next </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108191010178237055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108191010178237055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108191010178237055' title='Not a lot'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04174320430955937083'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-108136566784863767</id><published>2004-04-07T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T22:51:00.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost there</title><summary type='text'>Damn I've been neglecting this too much. Well there have been a number of reasons why. The main reason being I bought a book a week or so ago and I actually started reading it this past weekend. I finished reading it last night around 2 so now I have nothing to distract me from updating or doing my homework. Damn I wanted to talk about the weekend but now its not so fresh in my head. Oh well, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108136566784863767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108136566784863767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108136566784863767' title='Almost there'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04174320430955937083'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-108094532799226698</id><published>2004-04-02T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T20:15:20.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Good</title><summary type='text'>I wasn't planning on updating today but hell I saw this guestbook entry and I just had to write about it: "Since you are such a philosophy expert, it seems like you would know what it means to be real. Its not someone that changes around different groups of people or is constantly having an identity crisis."Well I don't think I'm an ever evolving struggle to find my identity. I wonder who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108094532799226698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108094532799226698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108094532799226698' title='What&apos;s Good'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04174320430955937083'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-108087480309193421</id><published>2004-04-01T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T22:02:41.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April's Fool</title><summary type='text'>Its already April. Well theres no April Fools joke here folks, sorry! But since its the first of the month I got my welfare check in the mail haha. I'm just kidding though, theres no welfare for me. The only thing I get is a shitty finite test tomorrow. I'm ready for it I hope...Well today I had to turn in a proposal for my final speech. Its an advocacy speech so for class we had to talk about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108087480309193421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108087480309193421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108087480309193421' title='April&apos;s Fool'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04174320430955937083'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-108061434196639338</id><published>2004-03-29T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T22:24:05.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow Times</title><summary type='text'>Not much has happened this week... After having a nice weekend I guess having a week to unwind is nice. Plus there might be another party this Friday. Well I haven't really gotten into much this week. I met up with my advisor... and he reminded me that I have to apply to Kelley soon so I did that this week too. He also helped me plan for my classes next year. At dinner Ant brought up the point </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108061434196639338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108061434196639338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108061434196639338' title='Slow Times'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04174320430955937083'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-108053106444583629</id><published>2004-03-28T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T22:33:38.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hell yeah! That's the best way to describe this past weekend. I had fun with everyone and just cut loose a little. I'll run down exactly what happened, but I'm sure everyone else will write about it in their blogs too. But here goes:FridayI mostly hung out with the guys in the room. We watched a little basketball, they drank some rum - I wasn't feeling it so much so I just sat out. But we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108053106444583629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108053106444583629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108053106444583629' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04174320430955937083'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-108026695027037153</id><published>2004-03-25T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T21:34:18.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Title, Sign the Damn Guestbook</title><summary type='text'>I haven't updated in a while. Its mostly due to little shit here and there, college has a way of doing that. I was a little sick during the week and I had a team speech that I had to get together. Other than that though, its been a relatively average week. Nothing extraordinary, but nothing bad either. Maybe the rest of the year will be a little more exciting? I don't know, I just don't like when</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108026695027037153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108026695027037153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108026695027037153' title='New Title, Sign the Damn Guestbook'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04174320430955937083'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-108000658717252619</id><published>2004-03-22T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T20:52:51.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for You</title><summary type='text'>So I'm back in Bloomington and I made it through my first day of classes... It was a pretty short day, I decided to sleep in and skip my first class. I got up in time to get some fine dining done at Wright, uhh... and I did go to Finite. I'll be glad when this semester is over with. I don't really know what I'll be returning home to but I know I'll be having fun with it whatever it is. But I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108000658717252619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/108000658717252619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108000658717252619' title='Looking for You'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04174320430955937083'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107959275053265733</id><published>2004-03-18T01:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T10:07:54.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its been a while since I updated. I'd like to say I've been busy doing this, this, and that but I haven't been. I've mostly been hanging out, driving around for spring break. Don't get me wrong though, I enjoy it and I can't think of much else I would rather be doing. I'll run through what I've been doing just to fill you in.FridayI got home and sat around... After a while I went over to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107959275053265733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107959275053265733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107959275053265733' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04174320430955937083'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107907215657302196</id><published>2004-03-12T01:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T11:49:15.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tipsy</title><summary type='text'>Last night was fun. I wrote a litle something while at gowdy's, here what I wrote:'Felipe writes: A Little Drunk But Not By MyselfThis is for my people! hell yeah its batman ghettofied but no it is not the original batman, it is his mexican companion Go-Go-Gomez! Also known as Felipe! So whats up and whats up kids? I've never had a drunk blog and although I'm not drunk at the time, I think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107907215657302196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107907215657302196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107907215657302196' title='Tipsy'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04174320430955937083'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107898856832226505</id><published>2004-03-11T02:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T02:05:05.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I tried</title><summary type='text'>Things are starting to look up a little. I copped the advance leaked version of Talib Kweli's new album today. Its awesome and I'll definitely be picking the retail version up the first day it comes out. If you didn't know, Talib is probably in my top 5 MCs ever so this is a huge thing for me. Its funny how vibing to music and relating to things in it can help you get through certain things huh?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107898856832226505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107898856832226505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107898856832226505' title='I tried'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04174320430955937083'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107889058063790206</id><published>2004-03-09T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T01:41:35.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Could Explain</title><summary type='text'>We want to be free but we don't want to lose anything... I feel like a fool, rightfully so though. As much time goes on the emotional scars never seem to heal. It still hurts when I see certain things that remind me of the past... yeah. But I've been trying not to think about things so much, I have no one to blame but myself and no one likes telling themselves "good job fucker, I hope you enjoy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107889058063790206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107889058063790206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107889058063790206' title='If I Could Explain'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04174320430955937083'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107879409541444441</id><published>2004-03-08T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T20:03:50.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't tell you how I feel anymore</title><summary type='text'>Fuck this shit. Thats all I really have to say. Shit sucks right now for reasons I won't mention but damn it I don't know why I just can't let shit go. Oh wait I do know, its because I care so fucking much. Do I care too much? I don't know, I don't think anyone can answer that. I don't think people know how much I care about certain things. And its the little things that get me the most - as in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107879409541444441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107879409541444441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107879409541444441' title='I can&apos;t tell you how I feel anymore'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04174320430955937083'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107871934261190164</id><published>2004-03-07T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T23:17:56.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll just close my eyes</title><summary type='text'>When nice weather hits Bloomington it figures that I'd have to go back home but its alright. I went home for my sister's wedding party. I left Friday afternoon and had an alright ride home. Listened to Kanye's CD and its become a huge favorite of mine. It already was but I just get in this damn mood where I can vibe doing whatever listening to that CD. But when I got home on Friday I came home to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107871934261190164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107871934261190164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107871934261190164' title='I&apos;ll just close my eyes'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04174320430955937083'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107846720325985583</id><published>2004-03-05T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T01:15:50.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucka Free</title><summary type='text'>Slow week for updates huh? I guess thats what happens when you have 4 midterms and a final in the span of a week. Other than studying like a good kid I haven't really done much. The freshest thing in my mind would have to be running into Lara today. She was at gresham and I talked to her for a while, it was cool catching up. Other than that the tests have got me drained. I got my grade from my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107846720325985583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107846720325985583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107846720325985583' title='Sucka Free'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04174320430955937083'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107811211621369709</id><published>2004-02-29T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T22:37:22.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets Get It</title><summary type='text'>Not much happened this past weekend. I had 2 midterms and one final. I think I did alright on all of them... Well I'd be surprised if I got anything less than a B on the midterms, I don't know about the final though. I'm going home next weekend because my sister got married. It'll be nice to be around the fam and to just be home but I'll be going back the week after that too because of Spring </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107811211621369709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107811211621369709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107811211621369709' title='Lets Get It'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04174320430955937083'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107776102928863201</id><published>2004-02-25T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T21:05:51.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>D Elite</title><summary type='text'>So I finally bought the cap I've been looking for since... well since this summer really. I went to the mall in search of various things yesterday with Amber. We found some, but not all... For one I didn't get Chappelle Show Season One because its sold out everywhere and is even on backorder on some web sites. But what I did find was a black throwback Detroit Tigers hat - why the Tiger's? Well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107776102928863201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107776102928863201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107776102928863201' title='D Elite'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04174320430955937083'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107749851858368260</id><published>2004-02-22T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T20:27:57.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Write down my Number but don't call until you're sure</title><summary type='text'>So much on my mind. I don't know if thats a good or a bad thing. I've been missing home a lot recently. I don't know why really... I mean yeah I miss my mom, my brother, sister, family, nephew - hes my heart. I changed the background of my phone today to a picture of him. I miss that little bastard. And before you think its bad of my to call him a little bastard - its what I jokingly call him. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107749851858368260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107749851858368260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107749851858368260' title='Write down my Number but don&apos;t call until you&apos;re sure'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04174320430955937083'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107731666813314993</id><published>2004-02-20T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T02:18:03.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 1 and the 2Pac</title><summary type='text'>Its time to write about a little something called love. More specifically what I'm just going to call The Neo Syndrome. You see people are forever in search of the One. But whats wrong with looking for the one? Nothing actually but there is something to limiting yourself to what you believe to be the one for you. Its not about finding the perfect person for you, there is no such thing. Its about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107731666813314993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107731666813314993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107731666813314993' title='The 1 and the 2Pac'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04174320430955937083'/></author></entry></feed>