<?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-5753002</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:20:54.749-04:00</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?max-results=100'/><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=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107722375679493235</id><published>2004-02-19T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T15:51:57.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know my Streets, I know my Sound</title><summary type='text'>What a nice week. I didn't really do too much, I wanted to read a lot for Latinos but I read a little bit. I wanted to get ahead in a few class, or just get some head hahaha... its just a joke, don't get upset. But instead of getting ahead I got behind, and not the good kind. Alright, all jokes are done. I'm sitting here, just finished watching an episode of "The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air" with Ant</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107722375679493235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107722375679493235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107722375679493235' title='I know my Streets, I know my Sound'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107683092366762015</id><published>2004-02-15T02:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T02:43:55.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>VDay with no VD, but plenty of PJs</title><summary type='text'>Hey, hey , hey! Hows it going? Well I just thought I'd update really quickly on my VDay. I didn't think too much was going to happen but there were some eventful things. Just like last year's VDay, I spent this one without a Valentine but "can't no body hold me down!" Yeah, just like that...Well this morning when I woke up I thought, "oh boy I'm going to be sitting around for a while until </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107683092366762015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107683092366762015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107683092366762015' title='VDay with no VD, but plenty of PJs'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107646099655116412</id><published>2004-02-10T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T22:27:01.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another One</title><summary type='text'>Tuesdays are always a little more interesting for some reason. I got bought two new CDs today, "College Dropout" by Kanye West and "Pitch Black Law" by Pitch Black. I don't expect most people to know who they are but I'm sure most know Kanye through his work in one way or another. I haven't gotten a chance to listen to the Pitch Black all the way through but I've had the Kanye advance for a while</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107646099655116412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107646099655116412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107646099655116412' title='Another One'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107638381209980858</id><published>2004-02-09T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T22:32:25.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now You Know My Name</title><summary type='text'>Its already Monday, where the hell did my weekend go? Oh I know, I slept through it. I didn't get too much done which sucked but hell I got enough done to update this. Not too much happened today. I had two class, worked out, and shaved my head! But here's the rundown with the classes:I haven't been to K201 in a week. I thought that I could skip when I wanted and not miss a thing since </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107638381209980858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107638381209980858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107638381209980858' title='Now You Know My Name'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107630122333784488</id><published>2004-02-08T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T23:35:28.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a quick update. My Explorer got stuck twice this weekend. We got it out once with the help of an asian man but when we needed time the second time he was no where to be found. "Momentum!" he'd yell, we tried asian man we tried... but it didn't work the second time. So instead of trying to keep trying it push it out of the parking space I had to wait it out... Today the car in front of me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107630122333784488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107630122333784488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107630122333784488' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107603052709474378</id><published>2004-02-05T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T20:24:54.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On Some Bullshit</title><summary type='text'>Instead of studying for my finite test tomorrow, reading for k201, or seeing if I can do my latino's quiz I'm here writing. I think this room has that affect on people, it just makes people not want to do shit. Its counterproductive but I don't really mind. I think this weekend its going to be catch up with latino's reading, k201 tutorials, plan my 6 minute speech, and get ahead in my accounting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107603052709474378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107603052709474378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107603052709474378' title='On Some Bullshit'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107566948022691695</id><published>2004-02-01T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T19:54:11.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for my Spaceship...</title><summary type='text'>This weekend I was going to study my ass off for my Accounting midterm. Well shit went down, nothing major just things like getting stuck in the parking lot, sleeping on floors, and watching Chapelle Show. Nothing major happened. My midterm got delayed half an hour because the Proctors couldn't unlock the door to the lecture hall we were suppose to be in. About 30 kids left because no one knew </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107566948022691695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107566948022691695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107566948022691695' title='Looking for my Spaceship...'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107543432005934349</id><published>2004-01-29T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T23:56:46.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raise the Bar</title><summary type='text'>So much but so little... Remember the girl I talked about recently who I said was staring at me? Well guess what!? She sat one seat down from me today in class again! Yeah, she didn't look at me too much or anything today but I thought that her sitting close to me means something... I just don't know what that something is yet. Well I managed to talk to her kind of... I made fun of her for having</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107543432005934349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107543432005934349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107543432005934349' title='Raise the Bar'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107526714814030178</id><published>2004-01-28T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T00:22:37.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Calm Before the Hump</title><summary type='text'>What a Tuesday... The day after the gowdy cut everything seems to have gone well. Today while walking to class I noticed this guy staring at me. As I walked closer I looked up at him and when we were just a few feet away from each other he puts his fist in the air and yells "Yeah! Go BULLS!!" It took me a second to notice what he was talking about. This guy caught me completely off guard but then</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107526714814030178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107526714814030178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107526714814030178' title='The Calm Before the Hump'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107517210290227832</id><published>2004-01-26T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T23:02:46.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Listening</title><summary type='text'>Its the beginning of a new week and I'm growing more and more lazy. I decided to drop one of my classes, it was just a waste of time. So now I can focus on all my other 5 class right!? Right... but not much has really been going on down here. I got an apartment for next year, thats really cool. I'll be living with Stubbs, Gowdy, and Ant. I have to try to figure out a way to get a parking permit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107517210290227832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107517210290227832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107517210290227832' title='The Listening'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107483167304773897</id><published>2004-01-22T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T15:29:02.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Get My Mind Right</title><summary type='text'>ITs been... quite a few days. I would like to say I got caught up with homework but I haven't, I haven't been doing shit really. I've become super lazy, which sucks, but this past weekend I think I've been correcting that. Stubbs went back to Elkhart and Elkhart came to Amber so then there were only three. Ant, Gowdy, and I mostly worked on homework or slept. We ate at Mother Bears and we saw </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107483167304773897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107483167304773897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107483167304773897' title='Get My Mind Right'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107465648333169346</id><published>2004-01-20T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T22:46:33.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats Me</title><summary type='text'>I don't question myself too often but recently I don't know why sometimes I question things I've never really questioned before. I don't stand for anything - Maybe I don't, I don't know right now. I ain't shit. I know that too. I'm nothing but a kid who sometimes tries too hard I suppose, I don't know. All I know is that right now I feel about as big as the font you're reading. Whether I should </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107465648333169346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107465648333169346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107465648333169346' title='Thats Me'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107457129387963644</id><published>2004-01-19T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T23:02:59.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to Get By</title><summary type='text'>I've always had a philosophy in life, "It'll all work out in the end" but now I find myself not only questioning that saying but questioning myself... I've lived almost every moment of my life believing that - that's why I keep so much inside. That's why I don't mind feeling the way I do at time, knowing that I should be more outspoken about certain things because in the end its all suppose to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107457129387963644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107457129387963644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107457129387963644' title='Just to Get By'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107449588501744228</id><published>2004-01-19T02:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T02:06:09.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Need I Say More</title><summary type='text'>After an unforgettable weekend I've come to reflect on certain things and just have certain things I have to say about it. A lot happened since Friday, I won't go into any of it in too much detail for various reasons but I think there were points over the weekend when I was just thinking about so much that it all kind of got jumbled and I just lost sight of certain things... I know I was a little</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107449588501744228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107449588501744228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107449588501744228' title='Need I Say More'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107404930631029696</id><published>2004-01-13T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T23:12:25.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>myTunes, myLove</title><summary type='text'>I've survived my first two days of class back at IU and I feel like I'm back in the swing of things. There have been relatively few problems so far, I had a blundered introduction in public speaking today. I had to stand and introduce myself, well me being not the smallest guy in the world really constricts the space I have between jumbled desks, so when I stood up to introduce myself I brought a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107404930631029696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107404930631029696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107404930631029696' title='myTunes, myLove'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107396928443712086</id><published>2004-01-12T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T23:50:08.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Quickie</title><summary type='text'>Two classes, one day, no problems. Thats pretty much it for today. Things went better than I thought they would but tomorrow brings 4 classes and a lot more to do probably. Its alright though, I have Modern Mexico with Stubbs and Gowdy - a deadly combination! I read a few things today that made me want to write - Katie talking about dead friendships is up there. I want to add my own 2 cents so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107396928443712086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107396928443712086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107396928443712086' title='Just a Quickie'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107388191825359583</id><published>2004-01-11T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T23:33:15.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Me Now</title><summary type='text'>"Nobody noticed us, nobody gave a shit... but the bigger we get, the more we're TAKING from other people.."That quotes always stuck out in my mind, I'm not too sure why... I've always felt that I'm pretty unselfish about things. Hell I think I'm pretty giving, I don't mind giving this or that, maybe that's why? Sometimes I think I might just be too giving or forgiving at that... Along with that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107388191825359583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107388191825359583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107388191825359583' title='Hate Me Now'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107380273310456081</id><published>2004-01-11T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T01:33:29.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New year, new title - let me know what you think in the guestbook. Well I had a whole long entry planned but I better get some sleep,once I get to IU I'm sure I'll have a lot more to say...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107380273310456081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107380273310456081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107380273310456081' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107358509531294368</id><published>2004-01-08T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T13:06:09.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its been too long since I wrote an entry, I'm not exactly sure why I haven't sat down before this to write anything... But it doesn't really matter much now does it? How have you been spending the past few weeks? Well, I've just been hanging out with friends, spending time with family, but I haven't been able to hang out with some people I would've hoped to see over break. Theres still time to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107358509531294368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107358509531294368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107358509531294368' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107169646308358901</id><published>2003-12-17T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T16:28:35.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...?</title><summary type='text'>Its been a while, I blame finals for it but not much has really gone on down here since this weekend. I think my finals have gone good but only time will tell. I've been really out of it lately, I'm not too sure why but I have some ideas... But when I get there will be little time for me to be out of it. I'll have to work just about 40 hours next week, hopefully the week after it won't be that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107169646308358901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107169646308358901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107169646308358901' title='...?'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107164036161634662</id><published>2003-12-17T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T00:53:33.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give the Fool a Pen...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107164036161634662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107164036161634662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107164036161634662' title='Give the Fool a Pen...'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107139082330496667</id><published>2003-12-14T03:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T03:34:32.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sled filled days and Sonny Nights</title><summary type='text'>Yes my friends I went sledding tonight! Tonight being Saturday night-Sunday morning. It was awesome! To make things better, theres a huge hill right next to my dorm. There were already kids out there, but only about 4. Stubbs and I got dressed, as if to go out into a nuclear war - we had to be prepared for jack frost! After 1 pair of shorts, 1 wife beater, 2 pairs of pants, 2 t-shirts, 2 pairs of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107139082330496667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107139082330496667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107139082330496667' title='Sled filled days and Sonny Nights'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107126672858438651</id><published>2003-12-12T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T17:10:13.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Viejo</title><summary type='text'>This morning I received a call at 6 am from Home. I stumbled out of bed, picked up the phone and went into the hall to talk. I didn't expect to hear what I heard the... It turns out my Grandfather on my dad's side passed away this morning. I was in a tired daze but the news woke me up. My dad is the only one in Mexico right now so I knew that the rest of my family would try to go as soon as they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107126672858438651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107126672858438651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107126672858438651' title='Mi Viejo'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107119995105638073</id><published>2003-12-11T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T23:01:18.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two 2day</title><summary type='text'>This hasn't happened in a while, updating twice in one day... I must be going crazy. But its still early and I'm still conscious and I want to write. Gowdy said something earlier that made me think. He came into the room with Stubbs and mentioned something about me having an identity crisis due to the music I was listening to... to add fuel to the fire Amber mentioned something earlier today </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107119995105638073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107119995105638073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107119995105638073' title='Two 2day'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107119255776893825</id><published>2003-12-11T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T20:34:22.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Over!</title><summary type='text'>Well its Thursday night, I didn't work out today... I didn't do much of anything today. But what I did do was finish my english paper that I've been putting off all week. I think I'll post it here so following the things I want to talk about here will be my english paper. Its nothing special, I kind of like it but I'm a little biased. If you have any comments on it just IM me or post something in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107119255776893825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107119255776893825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107119255776893825' title='Its Over!'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107103212391701971</id><published>2003-12-09T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T23:56:09.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my Nindo!</title><summary type='text'>Wow, instead of working on a final paper I'm sitting here bloggin... why is that? Well its because Anthony's blog has inspired me to blog about love too... But you should definitely check his out, its awesome and I don't know of anyone who states their ideas so nicely. So he wrote about love... I write about the people I love but I don't think I've ever written about love in general... oh wait </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107103212391701971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107103212391701971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107103212391701971' title='This is my Nindo!'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107091456256881170</id><published>2003-12-08T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T15:55:06.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its been too long since I last updated. Theres been a lot of stuff thats came and went... I'll blame it on my brother tho - he got me hooked on Naruto and I can't stop watching it. Well since I last updated what has happened? Hmmm... I'll have to rewind the tape, not record over it!SundayAnother morning work out, I could get use to them. Stubbs was really tired/ill and spent the day sleeping, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107091456256881170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107091456256881170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107091456256881170' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107050967405539602</id><published>2003-12-03T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T23:04:12.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Enter Thru Your Mind &amp; Enter the Back of Your Soul</title><summary type='text'>Its been a while since I sat down and wrote a real entry but its time to pick up the digital pen and turn this binary code into gold. Things over Thanksgiving way had a way of working out, I got to see almost everyone I wanted to at least for some amount of time. It would've been nice to see my boy X but I hear he's in the "crooked letter" state, Mississippi, preparing to go to school down there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107050967405539602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107050967405539602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107050967405539602' title='I Enter Thru Your Mind &amp; Enter the Back of Your Soul'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-107034245142668230</id><published>2003-12-02T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T00:21:28.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have so much to do that I don't think there will be an update until wednesday evening but I do have a lot to say so it should be good. Check back then, maybe I'll write down some bars while I'm at it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107034245142668230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/107034245142668230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107034245142668230' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106970290245401321</id><published>2003-11-24T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T14:42:11.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><summary type='text'>Its Monday, I'll be home tomorrow night and I dont' have anything tomorrow. I had a few set backs last night though - my computer crashed on me while writing an outline for my final paper that was due today. I had to get rid of everything on my computer and reinstall it. This caused quite a bit of headaches to say the least. At first my computer wouldn't even start up - I don't know how I got it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106970290245401321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106970290245401321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106970290245401321' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106963943509430157</id><published>2003-11-23T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T21:04:24.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Hello to my Group of Friends</title><summary type='text'>What is happiness if I can't share it with my friends?  Its nothing, thats what it is. If I'm happy its probably because of something they said or did. Well today, everyone was facing various things coming up soon. Some have tests, others have a lot of homework, I'm sure there is more for some too. But today after talking to everyone here, I realized just how cool things are. I don't think theres</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106963943509430157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106963943509430157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106963943509430157' title='Say Hello to my Group of Friends'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106948564082780636</id><published>2003-11-22T02:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T02:21:08.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A night fool of.....</title><summary type='text'>Well its the end of another Friday night. Not only another Friday night but the last Friday night before I go home. Plus, Tony and Hunter came down from Purdue so everything seemed like smooth sailing. But as always, there  are a few bumps in the road. For one, Stubbs had tickets to the first game of the IU Basketball season - so he would be MIA for a while tonight. Then once Tony and them got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106948564082780636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106948564082780636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106948564082780636' title='A night fool of.....'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106929402644408908</id><published>2003-11-19T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T21:07:31.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Time</title><summary type='text'>Theres so much due this week that I'm sorry to say that updates probably won't come until Friday afternoon. I have to do so much work on this english paper that keeps evolving into more stuff - I'll probably write about ito n Friday. Then theres a computer project due on Friday, its mostly done. But I haven't even started on my M211 homework, and thats what matters most. Since there isn't much to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106929402644408908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106929402644408908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106929402644408908' title='No Time'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106904744454591888</id><published>2003-11-17T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T00:41:45.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The only thing that flows thru these veins is Pimp Juice!</title><summary type='text'>The weekend is over, my homework is complete. Things are going well, life is good. I don't really know, I can't wait to go back home. I just want to see all my loved ones, get to sit in my room, play with my nephew, even shake hands with my bro. Its the little things that I miss the most. Sittin back in my basement, just listening to music. Going over waynes house, lifting weights, just sitting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106904744454591888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106904744454591888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106904744454591888' title='The only thing that flows thru these veins is Pimp Juice!'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106870498900705370</id><published>2003-11-13T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T01:31:24.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I done...</title><summary type='text'>Hump day is here and gone. Nothing really happened today so theres not much I have to say. Tomorrow I'll write tho, I just want to write about how much I hate the word "urban" and the different meanings it has in society. But thats for tomorrow. Instead of writing anything tonight I just kinda sat down and wrote some bars. I know they're pretty terrible and choppy but hey it was pretty much all a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106870498900705370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106870498900705370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106870498900705370' title='What have I done...'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106861669898047190</id><published>2003-11-12T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T09:37:39.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life - My Music</title><summary type='text'>Not much happened today, I didn't have any classes so I sat around my dorm working on different things and listening to music. So instead of writing about my day I'm going to write a response to something written in my guestbook. Wayne pretty much called me out about listening to certain music so I'm not only going to write something about the music I listen to but also my journey through hip hop</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106861669898047190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106861669898047190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106861669898047190' title='My Life - My Music'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106852948700340575</id><published>2003-11-11T00:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T00:44:59.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Monday</title><summary type='text'>This week is going to go by fast. I don't have much of anything really, I just had 3 exams last week plus I had a business exam today. The only thing that I'll really have to do this week is write a paper for W131 but that shouldn't take too long. The one thing that pisses me off is the fact that she said my thesis was one of the best in the class during class and even used it as an example but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106852948700340575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106852948700340575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106852948700340575' title='Just Another Monday'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106809893640703823</id><published>2003-11-06T01:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T01:08:54.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Racing Thru Time</title><summary type='text'>This week has gone in the blink of an eye. I know tomorrow is Thursday but hell, Thursday is pretty much the end of the week - Although I have a Calculus test on Friday. That damn test is going to kick my ass but thats the usual when it comes exam time in that class. Well there hasn't been much going on lately. Tonight tho I was doing a lot of reading for W131 that had to do with race and race </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106809893640703823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106809893640703823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106809893640703823' title='Racing Thru Time'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106800546120032595</id><published>2003-11-04T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T23:10:59.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Wanted to Be</title><summary type='text'>I find myself in a funk of lates, I really want to talk about what happened on Halloween tho and I will get around to writing about it in here. It'll probably happen on Friday tho, most likley after my damn calculus test so make sure to check it out at night to see what happened a week ago haha... Well there are a few things on my mind that I've been thinking about lately. I feel like I've been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106800546120032595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106800546120032595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106800546120032595' title='All I Wanted to Be'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106771928601528366</id><published>2003-11-01T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T15:41:24.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search Of...</title><summary type='text'>Halloween was something to remember this year. I've never been big on Halloween, dressing up, or anything like that but this year everyone decided to dress up with a Giligan's island theme and I gotta admit, it was pretty damn funny. But I don't really want to get into what happened to much, Anthony usually does more justice to our weekends than I could ever do but I'll just give a quick run down</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106771928601528366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106771928601528366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106771928601528366' title='In Search Of...'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106740297412412908</id><published>2003-10-28T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T00:19:39.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this game!</title><summary type='text'>Yes kids, its the beginning of the NBA season. As I speak, err... type - the mavs/lakers game is just abuot to start. A lot has happened in the past few days and I'm just too lazy to type it all out. But I do have something I want to talk about tonight, this isn't specifically about anyone - its just something thats been on my mind. Before I get to that tho, who the hell is the mad mexican lover?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106740297412412908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106740297412412908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106740297412412908' title='I love this game!'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106696283785023734</id><published>2003-10-23T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T23:03:01.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Far Ahead You Can't Get Passed My Past</title><summary type='text'>Its almost the end of the week, and I'm doing my nightly routine - watching Comedy Central. Its mostly watching "The Daily Show with Jon Stewart" and "Tough Crowd: With Colin Quinn," I think they may be the best two shoes on TV today. Theres just something about them that makes me watch them every night no matter what - am I crazy? I don't know how many people are like this with a certain program</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106696283785023734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106696283785023734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106696283785023734' title='I&apos;m So Far Ahead You Can&apos;t Get Passed My Past'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106688591004350224</id><published>2003-10-23T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T00:13:22.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Technique is Ill</title><summary type='text'>Been a few days since I updated, mostly due to my illness as of late... I've been sleeping almost every spare moment I get. But its time to jot down a few ideas/feelings... Before that there are just some random things I have to get outta the way... A buff Ricky Martin look-a-like complemented my shirt last night at the gym... hmm.... a little suspicious eh? Well it had to do with Hispanos Unidos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106688591004350224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106688591004350224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106688591004350224' title='Technique is Ill'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106670630245270371</id><published>2003-10-20T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T22:18:22.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What More Can I Say</title><summary type='text'>What a weekend... Have you ever driven with a tire strapped to the hood of your car? Going 80+ mphs too? Well we had so much shit to bring back that it was nuts. It was all worth it though, we did end up with a Pimptastically well chair! I had to retire the ol' Electric Blue Camry! It served me well and didn't leave me out in the cold too much - actually I don't think it ever did. But I had to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106670630245270371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106670630245270371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106670630245270371' title='What More Can I Say'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106628336411053611</id><published>2003-10-16T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T00:49:23.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Days Turn To Nights</title><summary type='text'>Calculus, Calculus, Calculus - thats all that I've been thinking about for the past few days. I have a huge test tomorrow that I didn't really think I was ready for but the more I review the more I realize I know a lot more than I previously thought. Other than calc I've been watching the Cubs like everyone else has, hoping they would go on to the WS but I think everyone knows what happened. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106628336411053611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106628336411053611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106628336411053611' title='Days Turn To Nights'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106602726902485907</id><published>2003-10-13T01:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T11:26:40.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pockets Full of Hope</title><summary type='text'>What a weekend... Burning hot "magic" pizza and Vanilla Wafers have never tasted so good. Sunday was my "lazy - productive" day. I had a shit load of calculus homework to do and I finished most of it. Granted I still have about one section to finish , I finished 4 last night so I feel good. I don't have quite the great grasp that I should have after working for so long but I don't think anyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106602726902485907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106602726902485907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106602726902485907' title='Pockets Full of Hope'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106585828041679541</id><published>2003-10-11T02:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T02:44:40.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon You'll Understand</title><summary type='text'>What a weird Friday night... Crazy moment after moment. For my more Felisophical moments look at the bolded things but heres a recap of my day. First there was the parade, which wasn't all that out of the ordinary - I mean it is homecoming week - but then there were a few out of the ordinary things like no Amber on a friday night for a while, the GLBT... then the elavator ride up to Gowdy's room.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106585828041679541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106585828041679541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106585828041679541' title='Soon You&apos;ll Understand'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106575831321857075</id><published>2003-10-09T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T01:04:13.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats a Dangerous Man Who Speaks With His Hands</title><summary type='text'>Another Thursday come and gone. I can smell Friday in the air, I can even begin to taste it a bit... I love this feeling, knowing that the weekend isn't here but anticipating it! Whats even better is that tomorrow I only have on class, albeit its at 8 AM but thats alright, I can go back to bed after its over with... or I could actually get ahead in my Calculus class and prepare for next weeks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106575831321857075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106575831321857075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106575831321857075' title='Thats a Dangerous Man Who Speaks With His Hands'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106566006556313909</id><published>2003-10-08T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T23:57:00.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Even a Broken Clock Is Right At Least Two Times a Day</title><summary type='text'>I am the Governator of Cali-forkneeaFirst the good news: No Calculus on Friday! My teacher decided that we needed a break since so many of us fall asleep in class, so she pushed the test back one day and gave us friday off. Nice huh? Now for the bad news: A half cyborg - half politician is running Cali... I don't really have any bad news to be honest. Everythings going pretty smooth right now I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106566006556313909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106566006556313909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106566006556313909' title='Even a Broken Clock Is Right At Least Two Times a Day'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106547350611584493</id><published>2003-10-06T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T16:21:10.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A man is condemned or exaulted by his words.. </title><summary type='text'>Its Monday! Where did the weekend go? Oh I know, it went into making some memories of things past, thats where. So last night I recieved a nice surprise, someone commented about my Blog. I won't say who they were but they IMed me saying that they read it everyday, and they enjoy reading my thoughts and sometimes apply what I believe in into their own lives. I never really expected anyone to say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106547350611584493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106547350611584493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106547350611584493' title='A man is condemned or exaulted by his words.. '/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106529208687877882</id><published>2003-10-04T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T15:54:11.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The manifestation of the words that you put in space </title><summary type='text'>I don't think I've ever written in this on a weekend since I first got it. So whats so different about this time? Well I read Anthony''s and Gowdy's blogs and I don't know... what I read made me want to write. Go read what they wrote, I'm sure you'll coem away with something. So now I'm just wondering about what I put in here, how I talk to people, how I deal with things... Well I originally, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106529208687877882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106529208687877882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106529208687877882' title='The manifestation of the words that you put in space '/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106516082132736335</id><published>2003-10-03T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T01:00:21.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If not fed in due time the mind is anorexic</title><summary type='text'>Wow, I haven't had any crazy ideas in a while so I haven't really been all that eager to write in here. So let me go ahead and write a little about my day. I got to sleep in today which was bad ass and I only had one class today, nice huh? Worked out like always, guess what kids? Who can curl 130lbs? Yeah thats right, yours truely! hahaha, its just nice to feel strong like I use to. I didn't ever</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106516082132736335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106516082132736335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106516082132736335' title='If not fed in due time the mind is anorexic'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106502404752254149</id><published>2003-10-01T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T11:23:43.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paid Dues, Been Screwed But Can't Remove the Scars</title><summary type='text'>Its the middle of the week, almost to the end. I can see the finish line in the distance, just gotta keep moving and I'll make it fine. Well you're probably wondering why I didn't update yesterday, even if you're not wonderin you'll find out why. I was busy working on homework, yes, homework. I feel that I should probably work and study more often, not that I'm getting bad grades but just because</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106502404752254149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106502404752254149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106502404752254149' title='Paid Dues, Been Screwed But Can&apos;t Remove the Scars'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106489839746071016</id><published>2003-09-30T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T01:12:18.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause the more we get, the more we takin from other people</title><summary type='text'>Another beginning of the week with the end of the weekend - Mondays are the worst days of the week. Today wasn't that bad tho, I have to admit I was tired as hell. So tired in fact, that I fell asleep in both Calculus and Intro to Business Management but the teachers were just joking about everything and didn't seem to mind too much. So then I came home and did my routine, dinner and the SRSC. It</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106489839746071016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106489839746071016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106489839746071016' title='&apos;Cause the more we get, the more we takin from other people'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106480688936908269</id><published>2003-09-28T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T23:55:23.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'> Mexico, Lindo y Querido</title><summary type='text'>What a weekend... full of rain, cookies, and Lotuses. Friday was a hectic day, trying to fit 6 people into my ride of the gods, aka the camry was pretty difficult. But it was well worth we, we all went to a chinese buffet to eat until we dropped...good times. But the ride back wasn't, if you thought fitting 6 people in my car was hard, try fitting 6 full kids into it. Then you gotta add all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106480688936908269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106480688936908269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106480688936908269' title=' Mexico, Lindo y Querido'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106459050667380334</id><published>2003-09-26T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T10:40:32.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amen - I mean Alady</title><summary type='text'>Another long night... another hard morning...getting out of bed sucks, I just have to remember not to schedule early classes next semester I guess. Well on my way back from W131 I over heard these two girls talking about pop culture and one of them says, "Jesus is like Santa Clause." WTF? So I started thinking about religion and its role in the world, so here goes... Wait before I get to that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106459050667380334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106459050667380334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106459050667380334' title='Amen - I mean Alady'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106455447156076437</id><published>2003-09-26T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T00:38:00.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Come Unprepared</title><summary type='text'>Well what else is there to say? A lot actually... I went to the gym and WOW! there was this Asian guy there in this "singlet" with white and black stripes, zinger!.... he was straight out of an 80's work out video - yeah but he was seriously working out. When I went to the bathroom there this guy heard me talking about him and he says "Oh that Asian guy in the zebra suit," yeah hes infamous. Then</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106455447156076437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106455447156076437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106455447156076437' title='Don&apos;t Come Unprepared'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106452163895153702</id><published>2003-09-25T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T15:32:33.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Morning After</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday wore me out, Calculus exam + Computer exam = head exploding... Its true, but in order to recover from that I slept a hell of a lot today, how much you ask....Well it was a little under 11 hours, you heard me right! It was pimp tight, to make things even better what was the first thing I did this morning after getting dressed and everything? Go to the bank and get a little bit of money, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106452163895153702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106452163895153702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106452163895153702' title='The Morning After'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106446142440317776</id><published>2003-09-24T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T22:43:44.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching the World Go By</title><summary type='text'>Another Wednesday has come and gone, without the need for bolt cutters - thank god! So how was your day sweet heart? Mine was pretty good, I didn't want to get up this morning but I had to, for I had W131 to go to. It was wierd, we talked about this Anti-Bush poster that was in a coffee shop and all of a sudden the symbolism hit me like a frieght train... I don't want to sound all high and mighty</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106446142440317776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106446142440317776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106446142440317776' title='Watching the World Go By'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106437728610140729</id><published>2003-09-23T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T23:23:22.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't try to claim things I haven't earned honest, man</title><summary type='text'>Well how's it going out there? Everybody having a good time? Glad to hear.... I'm doing pretty good. After writing Myself Vs. I I was a little drained... I'll admit I was expecting to hear from at least a few people about what they thought about it, I mean everyone loves feedback but I gots none. None! I feel like I e-mailed Santa Clause himself with my Christmas List and he never wrote me back..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106437728610140729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106437728610140729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106437728610140729' title='Don&apos;t try to claim things I haven&apos;t earned honest, man'/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106424117325617500</id><published>2003-09-22T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T22:58:31.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Myself Vs. I </title><summary type='text'>I realized something this morning that I should've noticed sooner...During english class we were discussing the image that an anti-consumption coffee shop has as opposed to a coffee shop such as Starbucks. It was a pretty good talk but while everyone was busy thinking of a thesis to be used in a paper I was busy thinking about my life... Since coming to college I have seeked my independence. I've</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106424117325617500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106424117325617500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106424117325617500' title='Myself Vs. I '/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106420159656096703</id><published>2003-09-21T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T22:33:16.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alone at the BottomI thought I felt like shit yesterday but nope I was wrong....Shit not only hit the fan today but it was flaming shit that hit the fan at thousands of miles per hour... I just want to curl up in a damn ball and sleep until next summer when everything would be different maybe even better. I mean what is life? Just wanting things to be better. Things can always be better right? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106420159656096703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106420159656096703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106420159656096703' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106412318758139599</id><published>2003-09-21T00:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T00:48:51.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 for 1!Thats what the damn Purdue parking attendants must've said when they saw my car, seeing as how I got not 1 but 2 damn parking tickets while I was there for about 20hrs. I hate purdue, the campus looks like a damn rich people prison. All the buildings look the same, there are no tress, and the streets street signs have numbers on them! I was just expecting to read one that said "Cell </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106412318758139599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106412318758139599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106412318758139599' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106394994790704467</id><published>2003-09-19T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T00:39:07.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is for you, the Brother's WarnerWhat did I get in my inbox tonight? A damn letter from Warner Brothers accusing me of having an illegally downloaded version of "The Matrix Reloaded".... well it is true, I did have a copy of this movie but I feel like its ok. Let me just tell you why I think its ok:1) I paid to see this movie in the theatre, sure I was paying to use their facilities but the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106394994790704467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106394994790704467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106394994790704467' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106385817129578239</id><published>2003-09-17T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T23:09:31.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Taking Shots At Big Ben Like We Got Time To KillAnother Hump Day has come and gone withing any actual hump in it...So todays been a fairly easy day. I woke up to find out that it was supposedly 55 outside but low and behold, nah it wasn't anywhere near that...I half asses an assignment that was due in W131 today and I thought maybe it won't be that bad but when I saw other people's  and they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106385817129578239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106385817129578239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106385817129578239' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106377197308781974</id><published>2003-09-16T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T23:15:18.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can I Kick It? Yes You CanBanzai! Well a tuesday has come and gone and not much has gone with it....I had to get up and go to X101 - it wasn't that bad, we had to set up a schedule and make quiz questions for an upcoming Jeopardy game, fun eh? Then I came home and played a little NFL2K4 aka ESPN Football, I'm getting obsessed with it, how sad....Then I went to Target with Amber - she picked up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106377197308781974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106377197308781974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106377197308781974' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106368434708698224</id><published>2003-09-15T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T23:00:22.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Piles Upon Piles of Filthy ClothesAs you can tell, tomorrow will be laundry day....Hopefully tomorrrow I do my calculus and get ahead in my class while my clothes are getting the treatment. So what did I do today? Well I went to math class, business, and computer class all of which were boring and I even slept in math and business. I think I can learn just as much by not going to class but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106368434708698224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106368434708698224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106368434708698224' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106363578857258934</id><published>2003-09-15T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T23:00:36.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strike While The Iron Is HotWell I haven't struck while the iron is hot since I haven't written in this thing all weekend...I should have tho, this weekend was awesome. It consisted of Me, Stubbs, Gowdy, Amber, and Anthony going to various places while telling stories of the past whether it be about things we experienced while working, fights, body functions well...more like lack of control, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106363578857258934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106363578857258934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106363578857258934' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106340900571142134</id><published>2003-09-12T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T18:24:05.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Just Called To Say...Well hows it going everyone one? How are the wife and kids? haha...TGIF! Remember when we were kids, atleast kiddier than we are now. It was the thing to watch TGIF then talk about it at school the following Monday. Atleast thats how it was at Hawthorne, the school I give credit to for making me as successful(academically) as I am. So how was my day? Well let me tell you a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106340900571142134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106340900571142134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106340900571142134' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106334642521443253</id><published>2003-09-12T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T01:01:41.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Jump OffWell yup I finally got a chance to sit down and update this today...Let me tell you a little thing about my day, don't leave things until the last minute. Theres a point to this just let me explain my day...I got up and went to go ol' X101, learning about learning stratigies...it was alright tho, we worked in groups and I got to work with those two guys from GROUPS, I can't recall </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106334642521443253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106334642521443253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106334642521443253' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106325111054156004</id><published>2003-09-10T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T22:33:42.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grand ChampSo todays been a fairly good day, classes weren't too bad and then I finished my calculus homework in like 20 mins, hells yeah! So then whats that? I came across a leaked version of the new Dark Man X CD thats due out in stores sometime next week, it even gets better....this is a version that has not only all the retail tracks but also those that X decided not to put on the CD. Sure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106325111054156004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106325111054156004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106325111054156004' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106320403571604705</id><published>2003-09-10T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T22:31:57.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Up From the 36 ChambersWell I didn't get a chance to update again last night due to a little something I like to call the "Gowdy Effect." Let me tell a little story... so it was about 11.45 close enough to midnight when Gowdy starts begging for a ride somewhere. Being the nice guy I am, I of course picked him up and took him to do what he had to do...so I ended up coming back, playing some SC2 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106320403571604705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106320403571604705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106320403571604705' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106313439672194946</id><published>2003-09-09T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T14:10:35.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry, can't think of anything wittyWell tuesdays and thursdays are usually my lazy days but I don't think I'll have too many lazy days now that I'm going to be working out regularly. I was about to drop my X101(Learning Strategies for Business) but then I realized I would only have 12 hours and that class is worth 3 hours so I might as well take it. Sure its mostly a waste of time but its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106313439672194946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106313439672194946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106313439672194946' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106308866170489994</id><published>2003-09-09T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T01:24:21.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work ItSo I went out to dinner with stubbs, gowdy, amber, and anthony. It was pretty entertaining exchanging stories throughout our day. Then guess what I did after that... Yeah thats right, all you non-believers - I took my lazy ass to the SRSC to work out. There was a line to get into the weight room, whats up with that? I guess it was truely a "wait" room hahaha.... Yeah so we finally got in,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106308866170489994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106308866170489994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106308866170489994' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5753002.post-106306116405286614</id><published>2003-09-08T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T18:18:51.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Un MomentoI just don't understand...I slept for a good 6+ maybe even 7 hours, more than most nights, but I woke up feeling like a zombie out of "Dawn of the Dead." So I laid in bed thinking about whether I should or shouldn't go to W131 since I didn't read any of the three reading assignments we had over the weekend - uh oh. But over the summer in my classes I refined my skills at Bullshittin' </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106306116405286614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5753002/posts/default/106306116405286614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pbcrealness.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106306116405286614' title=''/><author><name>Felipe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02238246882930120390</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd: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>
