<?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-3890374</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:42:09.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>America: Boldly Going Nowhere</title><subtitle type='html'>Because we have our heads so far up our asses that we can't see the windshield!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-110815202365106861</id><published>2005-02-11T13:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T14:00:23.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is possibly the final entry for this blog. It won't be taken down, just moved. These entries will be archived here, unless I can think of a reason to move them to the new blog.The new blog is at http://www.livejournal.com/users/yuthirin/Wackiness continues there.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/110815202365106861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/110815202365106861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110815202365106861' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-110667925881196139</id><published>2005-01-25T13:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T12:54:18.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, once again, my car is fucking shit.In the last week, I have blown TWO alternator belts, one of whch was brand new, and my car is once again tearing another alternator belt apart. Brand-fucking-new belt, and it's coming apart. My car has become a goddamn monster.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/110667925881196139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/110667925881196139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110667925881196139' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-110521695934573434</id><published>2005-01-08T14:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T14:42:39.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, I got sent home early from work. You must be curious why. Maybe you're not, and you don't really care. I'll tell you anyway.A car battery broke in the Automotive department.  Battery acid was everywhere. The janitor cleaned it up, and I went to help him change the mophead. Well, the mophead slipped off the mop, and I, like an idiot, went to catch it. I had gloves on, which was good. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/110521695934573434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/110521695934573434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110521695934573434' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-110398580194489527</id><published>2004-12-25T08:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T08:43:21.946-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This just in: Sex is more fun than timezones.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/110398580194489527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/110398580194489527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110398580194489527' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-110395263190308803</id><published>2004-12-24T22:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T23:30:31.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DAS FACIAL STABBITER.Okay. So, today sucked, but that was pretty much a given. It's Christmas Eve, for Christ's sake. It was busy, horrid, cold, and the people were just plain awful, except for the ones that were nice.Oh, fuck. I'm just too tired to say any more. I'll do this tomorrow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/110395263190308803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/110395263190308803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110395263190308803' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-110247954383886047</id><published>2004-12-07T22:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T22:19:03.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And now, I present to you...a fishman.Greetings, mortals. How are you all tonight? Feeling well? Good. Are your souls ready for harvesting? Excellent.Now that that's out of the way, I'll list off things that I have done recently, since I have nothing else that can be construed as even remotely interesting.I'm playing 'A Bard's Tale,' and it's pretty damn funny. Go rent it for a laugh.I've</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/110247954383886047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/110247954383886047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110247954383886047' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-110247855323767965</id><published>2004-11-25T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T22:02:33.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am thankful for my job, even though I hate it.I am thankful for my loving family, even when they annoy the living hell out of me.I am thankful for beautiful women. In short skirts. In my bedroom. Especially when they're really there.I am thankful for being alive, especially when the above is in occurance.I am thankful for my genius, when it deigns to recognize the rest of reality.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/110247855323767965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/110247855323767965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110247855323767965' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-110048375218887459</id><published>2004-11-13T22:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T19:56:12.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I talked to her for over a half hour last night. I am feeliing...good. Energized, yet calmed.I like that.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/110048375218887459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/110048375218887459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110048375218887459' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-110032602079870528</id><published>2004-11-12T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T00:07:00.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someone asked. Demanded. So I give. Be careful what you wish for.Esther has impacted me far more that I had ever realized until this very afternoon. I was working, and a couple walked by me, holding hands. A thought flashed through my mind for an instant. I wonder how many times that whore has cheated on him. The sudden realization of what I had just thought hit me like a...well...something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/110032602079870528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/110032602079870528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110032602079870528' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-109797780806882920</id><published>2004-10-16T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T20:50:08.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I update!I have news.Today...I was slapped in the face with a large fish.Seriously, I was hit, in the face, with a fish. I'm not sure what kind, but it was a good two and a half feet long. This lady was loading it onto the conveyer belt when she slipped and dropped it. I knelt down to catch it, but I went too low. She caught it by the tail and swung it upward, trying to get it back onto the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/109797780806882920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/109797780806882920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109797780806882920' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-109487826229465065</id><published>2004-09-10T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T23:51:02.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today's Entertainment!We had a stupid shoplifter today.This woman, had to be in her late thirties, walked out of the store after having her reciept checked. The checker happened to glance at her as she walked out and noticed that the pants she was wearing had a TAG on them. A COSTCO TAG. She was brought back inside, then carted off by the police. Her four-year-old son was placed under foster </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/109487826229465065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/109487826229465065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109487826229465065' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-109474476641038746</id><published>2004-09-09T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T10:46:06.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Gamecube stopped working a few days ago. I decided to get a new one.I had an idea.I took it in to Gamestop to see if they'd buy it at a discount price. I handed it to them, and without a word between us, they plugged it in and turned it on.It WORKED. I was amazed. I was amused. They offered me fifty dollars. I took the damn money, and used it to buy...ANOTHER GAMECUBE. From the same </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/109474476641038746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/109474476641038746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109474476641038746' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-109387514676060212</id><published>2004-08-30T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T09:13:16.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Three days ago, the unthinkable happened.I was at work, outside with my friend and co-worker Dan. We were looking at the clouds, taking a break and hoping it would storm like crazy, because it sure as hell looked like it would. It was at that point that I felt a WHACK on the top of my head, right in the middle."Hell, yeah!" I said. "It's starting to rain!"Dan looked up and said, "Um...there</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/109387514676060212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/109387514676060212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109387514676060212' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-10934022748480120</id><published>2004-08-24T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T21:51:14.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Esther...has gone PSYCHO!Okay. That declaration to the side, let me explain the situation here.This last weekend was an absolute joy for me. I've been interested in this girl, Lizzie, since the day I met her. I met her back when I was dating Esther, so there wasn't a whole lot I could do at the time. Note that this was back when I felt that our relationship held a lot of hope and promise, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/10934022748480120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/10934022748480120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#10934022748480120' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-109252061860728291</id><published>2004-08-14T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T16:56:58.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOOHOO! I'm bored. But hey, I'm close to having a new girlfriend. Yay! She's smart, honest, doesn't believe in cheating...and she likes me. Yay! The enter key isn't working on this keyboard! Oh noes! &gt;_&lt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/109252061860728291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/109252061860728291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109252061860728291' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-109220143339630140</id><published>2004-08-11T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T00:17:13.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just poured water all over my keyboard. I impress myself.In other news, certain people are bored, and they want me to blog, so here we go.Dateline - TODAY - 4chan is back up, all you moochers, start mooching. For those of you who actually POSTED...I'm impressed.Dateline - SUNDAY - I ate Subway and got food poisoning. I vomited honey mustard and chicken bits everywhere. Yay for me.Okay, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/109220143339630140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/109220143339630140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109220143339630140' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-108865853995988956</id><published>2004-07-01T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T00:10:17.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I just spent twenty-five minutes talking down to my ex and telling her to grow the hell up.Chances of her listening are...slim. Which is a shame, because I really believe she could shape up if she tried.IF she tried.Le Sigh. Oh well. MUST GO DO SOMETHING CONSTRUCTIVE!I cleaned my room today. On Sunday, I cut all my hair off. I walked into work on Monday and was greeted by a standing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/108865853995988956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/108865853995988956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108865853995988956' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-108813725536433815</id><published>2004-06-24T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T23:20:55.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BLOGGAGE! WOO!"Yuth!" I hear you cry. "Why have you not updated!?"Because things happen. BUT I BLOG NOW!HEAR YE, HEAR YE! YUTH IS SINGLE AGAIN!Sometime last week, my friend Kim had a birthday party. Esther showed, and wanted to go out to a pool hall. I offered her a Guinness, she declined, saying that she couldn't drink or smoke because of the medication she was on.To make a realy, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/108813725536433815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/108813725536433815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108813725536433815' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-108387747515296769</id><published>2004-05-06T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T14:01:27.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a lizard! He's an emerald swift, and he's just about the coolest thing I've ever seen sleep upside-down. Yeah. Check him out hanging out poolside.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/108387747515296769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/108387747515296769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108387747515296769' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-108269514442142174</id><published>2004-04-22T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T23:46:42.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dammit.A co-worker of mine, by the name of Jordan Cole, is a great guy. He's always got a joke, and always ready to snap at a customer if they're being a prick. He's a hard worker, and he always goes out of his way to be your friend.The problem is, Jordan Cole shot himself in the temple on Saturday. He wrote a note, half a page long, stating how much he loved everyone. He set some towels out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/108269514442142174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/108269514442142174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108269514442142174' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-108054961843394855</id><published>2004-03-29T02:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T02:43:47.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Note to all: Shave not your nutsack with an electric razor, for it catches quite brutally. X_x</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/108054961843394855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/108054961843394855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108054961843394855' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-107879518037197834</id><published>2004-03-08T19:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T19:22:42.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This has got to be the STRANGEST thing I have ever experienced over the Net. I am typing over a television. An 80 lb, flat-screen, 60" high-definition television. This is some sick shit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107879518037197834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107879518037197834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107879518037197834' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-107858883429953186</id><published>2004-03-06T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T10:03:33.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hookay. Room is unpacked! Joy! Things that have happened recently! We created a two-page list of all the things wrong with the house. These are NEW, not old. These problems include, but are not limited to the hardwood flooring needing to be refinished(this is all of the first floor), huge dents and gashed in the walls, the tile on the mantlepiece is badly sctarched, and so on.Things with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107858883429953186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107858883429953186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107858883429953186' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-107825234998085907</id><published>2004-03-02T12:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T12:35:23.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yay! Moved back in! I'm back in my home! Yay! My room! SO! HAPPY! =DOn a sadder note, there will be no internet for me for the forseeable future. Yay. &gt;_&lt;Probably not for a few weeks. Maybe sooner.Which is okay, as I have eight million and two boxes to unpack.My diamonds are missing, god dammit. This is pissing me off.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107825234998085907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107825234998085907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107825234998085907' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-107705893480623280</id><published>2004-02-17T17:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T17:04:50.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ironic: My Korean girlfriend playing a Japanese videogame.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107705893480623280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107705893480623280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107705893480623280' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-107699676461576021</id><published>2004-02-16T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T23:48:38.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My hatred for my fellow man grows with each passing day, much to my dismay.Lately, at work, I've been having trouble with members of the Tire Shop. We, the Cart Crew, share a bathroom with the Tire Center. Being the person that I am and trying to avoid conflict whenever possible, I always clean up the bathroom when I am done with it, often times leaving it more clean than when I entered.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107699676461576021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107699676461576021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107699676461576021' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-107662025358824624</id><published>2004-02-12T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T15:13:22.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got bored today.So, what else is there to do when you're bored?I grabbed a ribbed Trojan condom and attaqched it to the kitchen sink faucet, then proceeded to fill it with water until it burst. It must have taken nearly three gallons before exploding everywhere.The cool thing was, it looked almost EXACTLY like a giant maggot, except for the clearness of it. Scared my girlfriend with it! XD</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107662025358824624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107662025358824624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107662025358824624' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-107655010695991885</id><published>2004-02-11T19:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T21:33:58.966-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmmkay. Gonna clarify something. My girlfriend and I, Esther, are still together.I am aware that this fact may make some of you want to set me on fire, but, believe it or not, I'm happy.She's gotten better. I'm proud of the many changes she's made. She's stopped smoking, drinking, and vanishing for extended periods of time.Now all I've gotta get her to do is stop hanging around with my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107655010695991885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107655010695991885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107655010695991885' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-107652431129966579</id><published>2004-02-11T12:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T12:45:56.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yuth: Tell me how much you love me.Esther: I love you this mu-*stretches arms wide, right arm smashing into the wall*ow.Yuth: *dies laughing*XDXDXD</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107652431129966579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107652431129966579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107652431129966579' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-107437188332818579</id><published>2004-01-17T14:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T14:42:58.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Got a call while at work last night. This is the kind of call you never expect to get. Our friend Bobby is dead. He shot himself in the head sometime on Thursday. Reasons are unknown.God dammit.So, instead of going to bed last night, I stayed up until two trying to talk one of my friends into NOT chasing after Bobby, by way of drinking himself to death. Last night was fucking gay.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107437188332818579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107437188332818579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107437188332818579' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-10737869182080347</id><published>2004-01-10T20:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T20:10:56.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oops. I puked on your baby. Wait, put down the nappy, I can explain.I have the flu. I have the flu that everyone is talking about, the one that people scrambled for their flu shots for. The vomiting, the shakes, the headaches, the...well, you get the point. It sucks. Me, I'm a dumbass. I decided that I needed to go to work today, because I need the money.I worked for an hour and a half, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/10737869182080347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/10737869182080347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#10737869182080347' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-107266628034446840</id><published>2003-12-28T20:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T20:52:48.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Growing used to being hurt.Not good. Need to do something about this, fast.I need to be acknowledged. I don't care about kissing, I don't care about sex, all I want is a fucking PHONE CALL.Is that too much to ask, or am I not seeing the whole picture, here?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107266628034446840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107266628034446840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107266628034446840' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-107173307085632884</id><published>2003-12-18T01:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T01:39:04.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Girlfriend not making sense.For months now, I've wanted her to find God again. Last night, she did so.With God, came new and exciting changes. No sex. I can deal.No kissing. Okay, I can de-HUH!?Yeah. No kissing. NO KISSING. THAT makes me feel loved. Yeah.I feel like shit. Thanks a lot, Esther. "I want your money and your time and your company, but no displays of affection beyond </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107173307085632884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107173307085632884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107173307085632884' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-107108805963982997</id><published>2003-12-10T14:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T20:57:07.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay. Got my shit back, but I'm minus my wireless networking cable, so no connection for an indefinite amount of time. Mousies are dying. This is good. Brother has been bugging IRC buddies; thanks for not banning him on the spot, guys. Also, never thought I'd have to do this one, but here goes.I have this blog here for a reason; so I can BITCH and MOAN about the INCONVENIENCES of my LIFE. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107108805963982997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107108805963982997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107108805963982997' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-107038332387606001</id><published>2003-12-02T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T10:42:57.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Moved into the townhome yesterday.Never before have I seen a shower covered COMPLETELY in mildew and slime.And we have mice. Not just any mice, but RON JEREMY MICE. These are the BALSIEST mice I've ever encountered. I mean, these mice will stare at you and CHALLENGE you when you walk into the room. I mean, I was taking a shower this morning, and one of the goddamn things ran RIGHT ACROSS THE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107038332387606001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/107038332387606001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107038332387606001' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-106936525289149935</id><published>2003-11-20T15:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T15:54:49.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UPDATE: Tentative move-back-in date=March 1 of next year. That's if only the currently estimated problems are found and fixed on time. This does not include the three million other structural problems that we will most certainly find while the house is being rebuilt.God dammit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106936525289149935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106936525289149935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106936525289149935' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-106909228755907872</id><published>2003-11-17T12:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T12:05:20.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, punk. You want some? Come get some!*punches Blogger in the nose and makes it fall down*Okay, now that that's over with, let's get on with it, shall we?Firstly, a great big CONFUCKINGRATULATIONS to Cy and IY-chan on their engagement. May they go forth and be fruitful.If I am not invited to that wedding, there will be much party crashing, and the priest/minister/whatever will be PIED </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106909228755907872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106909228755907872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106909228755907872' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-106805040497832104</id><published>2003-11-05T10:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T10:40:22.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FIRE!!On Monday, at 9:10 pm CST, the chimney in my house caught fire. We think that it was the result of faulty wiring in a plug in front of the chimney, which, we think, melted and set the drywall on fire, which then set the roof on fire.My mother called 911, got everyone out of the house, and waited for the fire department. Three minutes later, the fire department had arrived and began </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106805040497832104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106805040497832104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106805040497832104' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-106740533235914065</id><published>2003-10-28T23:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T23:28:59.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On a lighter note, new blog: http://www.xanga.com/Yuthirin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106740533235914065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106740533235914065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106740533235914065' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-106740530159664833</id><published>2003-10-28T23:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T23:28:28.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>James. He must suffer. He has played both sides in two relationship problems.LET ME EXPLAIN!In the case of Yuth vs. Friend who slept with Ex-girlfriend:Yuth was pissed, and spoke of beating the crap out of Friend to James, but had no intention of actually doing so.James goes to Friend, tells him of such, and Friend says that he will take any beatings given, because he is guilty and feels </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106740530159664833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106740530159664833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106740530159664833' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-106688379099414765</id><published>2003-10-22T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T23:36:30.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I offered her everything a woman could ask for. Anything anyone could ask for. Hell, more than I thought I'd ever offer.She gave me the necklace back anyway. So it's over.I'm single again.Hey, Esther! Remember that Crate &amp; Barrel box that I told you not to touch? *waves a fifty year old bottle of Scotch whiskey at Esther* NYAHAHAHAHA!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106688379099414765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106688379099414765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106688379099414765' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-106687517973172178</id><published>2003-10-22T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T21:13:17.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I did what I could for her.I grew a moustache for her.I lost weight for her.I was proud of her.I changed myself to be better for her.And this is what I get?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106687517973172178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106687517973172178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106687517973172178' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-106666447615807741</id><published>2003-10-20T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T10:41:15.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hooookay.I hate this part. Time to slice this guy out of my life.I never want to see him again, and I'll be DAMNED if he ever manages to get near my family.God dammit, why the fuck do people always have to take advantage of my trust?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106666447615807741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106666447615807741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106666447615807741' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-106619142706139512</id><published>2003-10-14T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T00:00:00.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things are not going well. I don't want to be alone again. It hurts so much.I hate my life.*cries*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106619142706139512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106619142706139512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106619142706139512' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-106617328549675589</id><published>2003-10-14T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T18:17:15.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I swear to God, I think that she's ashamed of me or something.She never seems to want me to go places that our mutual friends go to.We were supposed to go to a haunted house in Indiana today with our friends. Now, she's in Indiana and I'm here at home, and she doesn't seem to see anything wrong with that.I haven't felt this hurt in a very long time. This hurts worse than the events of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106617328549675589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106617328549675589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106617328549675589' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-106539071939685642</id><published>2003-10-05T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T16:51:58.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the FUNNIEST SHIT I have read in AGES.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106539071939685642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106539071939685642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106539071939685642' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-106533976592268688</id><published>2003-10-05T02:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T02:42:45.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's almost three in the FUCKING MORNING.Do you know where your girlfriend is? BECAUSE I SURE AS HELL HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHERE MINE IS.She left at midnight, MIDNIGHT, to go drop my step-brother off at a party. Said she'd be back in a half hour. TWO-FORTY NOW.Sne's not answering her cell phone and she's not here.I HAVE NO IDEA IF SHE IS ALIVE OR DEAD.I really wish she would STOP </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106533976592268688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106533976592268688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106533976592268688' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-106462165816177041</id><published>2003-09-26T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T19:14:18.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have decided to take a fairly large amount of writing courses at college before I ever write another fic again.After the demise of my completely embarassing SI two years ago, I couldn't bear to face my peers with another fic unless I had polished it properly.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106462165816177041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106462165816177041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106462165816177041' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-106450918309511750</id><published>2003-09-25T11:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T11:59:42.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is it. I'm twenty-one. I'm no longer constrained by any age limitations. The world is my oyster, and I have many years ahead of me to eat my fill. BRING ON THE PRESENTS, BABY!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106450918309511750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106450918309511750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106450918309511750' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-106443744605187668</id><published>2003-09-24T16:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T16:04:06.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This sucks.I'm out of work on a back injury, it hurts to move, I'm heavily medicated, and tomorrow is my twenty-first birthday.On this crap, I can't even fucking drink!God dammit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106443744605187668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106443744605187668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106443744605187668' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-106402994175393549</id><published>2003-09-19T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T23:53:56.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing to report.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106402994175393549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106402994175393549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106402994175393549' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-106359626704007647</id><published>2003-09-14T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T22:24:27.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay. So I'm at work, and I'm not in such a great mood, because the rain ate my cell phone.During a period where the rain had let up, I saw this girl. This asian girl. This tall asian girl with 32C(OR MORE) breasts. I was fascinated. Very fascinated. I mean, come on. She's a skinny, tall asian. With big tits. An amazing anomoly. So I followed her around the parking lot, pretending to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106359626704007647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106359626704007647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106359626704007647' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-106252302294638605</id><published>2003-09-02T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T12:17:02.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?" Christ said this, when God turned away from Him while He hung, nailed hand and foot to a cross.I think I know a little bit of how He felt.Esther wanted to talk to me last night at 3 am...I said okay, because I'm always willing to talk.I wasn't expecting it this time.She told me something that I've been fearing for months. Something that I hoped</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106252302294638605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106252302294638605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106252302294638605' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-106216994581895744</id><published>2003-08-29T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T10:12:25.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm late!It's 9:22 AM, and I'm dashing down the halls of my college to get to my first class. I knocked over three people, sent one stack of paper flying across a hallway, but I finally got to the hall that held my classroom. Not slowing down, I turned right into the classroom, fully expecting the door to be open until 9:30.SMASH!!I landed flat on my back, having run face first into the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106216994581895744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106216994581895744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106216994581895744' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-106160664437915204</id><published>2003-08-22T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T21:44:04.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's desk-buildin' time! Time to see if my measurements were correct. God, I can barely move. @_@</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106160664437915204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106160664437915204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106160664437915204' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-106100905240323916</id><published>2003-08-15T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-15T23:44:12.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New slogan for SUVs: "Ride with us and check your brain at the door."Goddamnit, nobody knows how to drive anymore. I mean, Chirst, people! Turn AS you back out! And it's not just you SUV owners, either! LEARN WHERE YOUR GODDAMN CAR IS! SHIT!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106100905240323916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/106100905240323916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106100905240323916' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-105926908760724443</id><published>2003-07-26T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T20:24:47.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blue Man Group!So we went to Chicago! The city! ...ICK!The sights! The smells! The distinct lack of personal garages! &gt;&lt;Anyway, we got to Briar Street Theater. I've been there before, and it hasn't changed a bit, and that's a good thing. Esther had a great time, which was why I took her to see the show! She got dragged up onto the stage by one of the blue men and ate Twinkies with them!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/105926908760724443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/105926908760724443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105926908760724443' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-105796901406158888</id><published>2003-07-11T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T19:16:54.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, today was mostly a good day.I got off probation at work today, which means that I am now firmly employed! YAAAAY!And then I got out of work. YAAAAY!I'm on my way home, and I stop at a stoplight. Well, apparently the girl in the silver car behind me wasn't happy with that, because she punched the roof of her car, stabbed her finger against the windshield at me, and(I guess) started </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/105796901406158888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/105796901406158888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105796901406158888' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-105708046860061900</id><published>2003-07-01T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T12:27:48.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I'm on my way home last night at 10, making my way down the highway, having passed the toolbooths and the Deerfield exit on 94 just moments ago, when all of a sudden...BOOM! THUD!Suddenly, I was looking slightly more upward. So I pulled the hell over, not without some difficulty, and got out of my car. Lo and behold, I had blown the right-rear tire on my car. I mean this thing had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/105708046860061900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/105708046860061900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105708046860061900' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-95951814</id><published>2003-06-23T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T12:21:36.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's finally over. My grandmother is dead. My mother is destroyed, and nobody is happy.This blows.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/95951814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/95951814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95951814' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-95907601</id><published>2003-06-21T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T19:23:20.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...I have nothing to say. Which begs the question: Why blog at all, then?The answer: I HAVE NO IDEA.HELLO! ^____^</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/95907601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/95907601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95907601' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-95651447</id><published>2003-06-13T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-13T23:06:11.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay. I had a very odd experience today at work.As some of you know, I push carts for a living. Yes, I make more than you, Ra-chan.So I'm out there pushing carts, watching the yuppi-er, people, when this mother-daughter team rolls past me. Now, the mother was homely, but the daughter, roughly about five or six, was a cute kid. Something for the father to be proud of in the future while he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/95651447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/95651447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95651447' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-95560478</id><published>2003-06-11T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T14:16:48.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jesus Christ, has it really been so long since my last update? God damn...Well...things are going well. I still have a job, I'm still alive...AND I STILL HAVE NO DECENT NET CONNECTION! I hate it when people are lazy when they have something they should really be doing. Like getting me my internet back.Fuckers.Anyway, I managed to FAIL FAIL FAIL all my classes at college again...we think I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/95560478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/95560478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95560478' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-94092070</id><published>2003-05-10T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T00:04:17.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So. I worked today.Wai.No, actually, it sucked major, general, and admiral cock.First, they put me outside. Outside, you have only one job: CORRAL THE CARTS.We have about 2000 carts. Each cart weighs roughly 15 pounds. Each cart gets moved around by me at least 5 times per hour. (EDIT: This is grossly miscalculated. We have 600 carts, but they weigh in at about 98 pounds a piece.)This </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/94092070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/94092070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94092070' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-93480935</id><published>2003-04-29T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T13:49:48.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm driving down 120 today, going east, towards the lake...okay, perhaps I'd better explain why.I go to the local community college. Every Tuesday, I have class at a seperate campus, which is about 30 minutes to the south of my home. After that class, I race back north to the main campus, using IL120 as a light traffic road. It varies from 40-50 mp/h.So I'm doing about 50, heading east toward</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/93480935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/93480935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93480935' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-93128139</id><published>2003-04-23T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T13:52:49.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I'm sitting in the computer lab at college today when some girl next to me turns to me, aghast, and says she'd just found her best friend's picture on the Internet.I say, "So? That's somewhat common." She beckons me over, and much to my amusement, there is her best friend, Anna, taking a HUGE strap on dildo up her ass.I fell over, laughing. It was too funny.You want to know the best </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/93128139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/93128139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93128139' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-93056195</id><published>2003-04-22T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T12:05:29.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just noticed that there is a dirtbike trail right outside my subdivision. After five years of living here, I just noticed this. Wow. X_XGood news! Yuth got a job! Once again, I have rejoined the mindless masses in the thrall of doing work so someone else doesn't have to! Yay. I put groceries in carts for ten bucks an hour. NOT TOO SHABBY.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/93056195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/93056195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93056195' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-92521554</id><published>2003-04-13T02:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T02:27:44.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rob Zombie's "House of 1000 Corpses" is quite good. Rather funny, and quite gory. If you have a weak stomach, this isn't your kind of movie, but if you like scary stuff where the heroes seem like they have no chance of escaping the TWISTED EVIL MANIACS WITH KNIVES, this movie is for YOU, BABY.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/92521554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/92521554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92521554' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-92521499</id><published>2003-04-13T02:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T02:25:40.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, what the fuck!?I turn on Cartoon Network, as I do every night when I come home from D&amp;D, and to my utter astoundment, there's Johnny Quest.Normally, this is a good thing.Only one problem.He's not speaking any bloody English!!So, now it's 2 am, and I'm listening to Race Bannon, in a uncharacteristicly high voice, talk to a deep-voiced Dr. Quest and a squeaky Haji about God knows </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/92521499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/92521499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92521499' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-92110939</id><published>2003-04-06T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-06T17:58:25.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JESUS H CHRIST!!My internet connection was down for ALL OF SPRING BREAK!!GOD DAMNI missed you people. ;_;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/92110939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/92110939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92110939' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-90667542</id><published>2003-03-13T15:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T15:04:18.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY FUCKING THURSDAY!Shall we go over today's problems?Firstly, I think that I've forgotten to go take ALL of my midterms. So I'm screwed. I think.Secondly, Kim, my DM's betrothed, has an ex-boyfriend. His name is Ryan. He is a dick. An hour ago, he tried to break into Kim's apartment and do God-knows-what to her stuff. At current, we cannot locate her.Speaking of betrothals, Olg is in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/90667542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/90667542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90667542' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-90619492</id><published>2003-03-12T18:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T09:48:04.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PICTURES! I HAVE FUCKING PICTURES!!RIGHT HERE!!This is my girlfriend. Is she not cute?WARNING!! Pictures are freaking HUGE. Maybe I'll edit them later.BIG THANKS TO CALENDAR FOR HOSTING THE PICS!^_______^</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/90619492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/90619492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90619492' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-90379319</id><published>2003-03-08T19:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T19:53:58.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You: "Dammit Yuth, where the hell have you been!?"In answer to this, I ask a question. If your girlfriend slept over at YOUR house(ON THE COUCH) for four days straight, what would YOU be doing?O_oo_Oo_oO_O@_@</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/90379319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/90379319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90379319' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-90116496</id><published>2003-03-04T09:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T09:45:16.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never, ever again will I schedule myself for two four-hour classes in one day.I have freaking class from 9 am to 5 pm. It's like having a goddamn job. X_x</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/90116496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/90116496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90116496' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-90051591</id><published>2003-03-03T08:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T08:58:26.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jesus Christ.This isn't good. My father's managed to, once again, almost kill himself. He was withdrawing from the drugs when, suddenly, "inexplicably," his blood sugar crashed and he was rendered helpless; unable to eat, move, or drink.So my grandparents took him to the hospital, naturally. They gave him two IV drips; one with food and one with morphine.He's all happy now, but it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/90051591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/90051591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90051591' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-89762730</id><published>2003-02-26T00:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-08T20:01:48.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In other news, the comment system just tanked.EDIT: Working again. Why did I even bother adding this?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/89762730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/89762730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89762730' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-89762620</id><published>2003-02-26T00:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T00:17:20.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YAY! IT'S OFFCIAL! YAY!We're officially going out!Yay for Yuth!For those of you interested...pictures will be posted...soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/89762620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/89762620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89762620' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-89732206</id><published>2003-02-25T14:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T14:58:21.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dating! So happy.Now it's time to get a job! X_xIn other news, there is no news.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/89732206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/89732206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89732206' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-89486207</id><published>2003-02-21T02:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T02:29:28.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Testing to fix my FUCKING BLOG!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/89486207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/89486207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89486207' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-89135130</id><published>2003-02-15T02:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-15T02:04:30.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So tired. So tired.Happy Valentine's Day.She called me! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/89135130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/89135130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89135130' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-89021776</id><published>2003-02-13T01:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T01:59:45.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fucking police.Fucking small-town desperate asshole police.I stopped at that fucking stop sign.Bribery is not something you should be suggesting to the person you just pulled over.You are not above the law because you wear a badge, you fuckhead.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/89021776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/89021776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89021776' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-88534491</id><published>2003-02-04T09:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T09:31:32.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They finished around 5am. In celebration, they decided to turn the bass all the way up and wake up half of the cul de sac.Including myself.I went out and bought some Sunny D, just because.I'm so tired.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/88534491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/88534491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88534491' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-88495801</id><published>2003-02-03T16:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T16:50:27.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[Neko-Iddy] Okay, this is how pathetic the marine corps is. My platoon spent the day playing *COUNTER STRIKE* for a preperation *WARGAME*[Figment] ...[Iwata] O_o* Cas-busy is now known as Cas-AFK[Neko-Iddy] Yeah, these are the people I have to go to war with. People who think *COUNTER STRIKE* is a VIABLE training tool.[Iwata] Doesn't it instill so much confident in you? ^_^;;[Figment] post</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/88495801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/88495801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88495801' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-88495303</id><published>2003-02-03T16:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T16:37:33.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was just at Wendy's.Did you know that they promote to management level without requiring fluency in English?This lady did not even know what BURGER MEANT!!WHAT THE FUCK!!?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/88495303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/88495303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88495303' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-88483313</id><published>2003-02-03T12:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T12:27:21.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm still a little sick. But that's not the reason I'm ranting today!Today, I'm ranting about how some people SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO HAVE FRIENDS!!Yesterday, my little brother(yes, the freakish one) brought home every single friend he's ever made in his entire life, and a brand new stereo system for his car. He had it set in his mind that he could put it into his car all on his own. Twenty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/88483313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/88483313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88483313' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-88182360</id><published>2003-01-28T17:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T17:36:05.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sick. I HATE being sick. Dammit, this sucks. I need to get better...NOW.Oh, and my chair is shedding. O_o;;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/88182360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/88182360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88182360' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-87344493</id><published>2003-01-13T02:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-13T03:03:11.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Monday. 2:40 AM. I am still awake from Saturday morning. I am surviving on Amp, a Mountain Dew product that interacts with the body in a way similar to that of pure oxygen and napalm.Now, you may ask yourself, "Why the hell is this idiot still awake?" The answer, of course, is that I am insane. Not only am I insane, but so are my friends.Here's the reason I've been missing for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/87344493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/87344493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87344493' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-87210242</id><published>2003-01-10T02:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-10T02:57:01.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, today was quite special.It was supposed to be a normal two-day stretch. I spend the night at my father's house, then come home, $50 richer. Well, I got this, and almost a lot more than I bargained for.I nearly got my ticket punched twice this afternoon.I'm on my way home, just getting onto I-94, when some complete moron in a semi comes barreling down out of an exit going upwards of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/87210242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/87210242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87210242' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-87106147</id><published>2003-01-08T04:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-08T04:30:35.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, the shit has hit the fan.Remember when I said that I knew something big was coming? Well, it's happened. My uncle on my father's side is in the hospital. Stupid git got into a barfight and some moron punched him in the trachea and gave him vocal nerve damage. He's in ICU. Stupid drunken psychotic idiot. They expect him to make a mostly-complete recovery. He'll probably talk like some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/87106147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/87106147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87106147' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-86891302</id><published>2003-01-03T14:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T14:55:56.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A couple of days ago, I purchased some anime. Samurai Girl: Real Bout High School, to be exact, by TokyoPop. It's about six times better than it sounds, people. This is some GOOD SHIT. The animation is excellent(9/10), the story is...well, okay. The story gets a 6/10 for being somewhat cliche. The voice acting gets an 8/10. The DVD extras get a 9/10. This is the first DVD set I've ever see to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/86891302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/86891302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86891302' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-86890973</id><published>2003-01-03T14:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-03T14:47:59.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never before has a Friday been this dull. I'm bored out of my skull. This scares me. Do you know why this scares me?This means that something is going to happen soon. Something relatively big. With each passing day of boredom, the event grows in importance relative to the expanse of time used for dull, dreary boredom.Something big is coming. I can feel it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/86890973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/86890973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#86890973' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-86775843</id><published>2002-12-31T23:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T23:53:30.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year, people.I pray that none of you get hit by some yahoo on the road that's had too much to drink.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/86775843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/86775843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86775843' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-86591579</id><published>2002-12-27T10:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-27T10:41:13.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, another Christmas come and gone.Would you like to hear about my Christmas? Sure you would, otherwise, what the hell are you doing here?Well, it started at about 12:00 AM, where I couldn't bring myself to sleep. I was reading an original fanfic called "Sailor Nothing" (http://www.pixelscapes.com/sailornothing/index.html). Damn good, and I couldn't just leave it alone until I had finished</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/86591579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/86591579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86591579' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-86463695</id><published>2002-12-23T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T21:59:17.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, here I am. It's the day before Christmas Eve, and I'm gearing down to go to bed. Tomorrow, I'll wake up at seven, hurriedly clean myself, complete my packing, and throw my bag into the trunk. Then we, a family of four, will all pile into the 300M and drive for seven hours to Michigan. In a car that was NOT designed for seven-hour drives. And I think I'm starting to get a cold.God help </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/86463695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/86463695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86463695' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-85696005</id><published>2002-12-08T16:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-08T16:56:47.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will never understand women. Ever.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/85696005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/85696005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85696005' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-85363133</id><published>2002-12-01T23:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-01T23:32:23.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay people. How hard is it to train your fucking kids not to run screaming like howler monkeys with fresh acid burns down the hall of a hotel at three in the god damn morning!?The Holiday Inn is NOT  your personal fucking jungle gym! My door is not there for your children to bang and kick on while you fumble with your luggage, trying to get your room key, which you stupidly stuck in your back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/85363133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/85363133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85363133' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-84481397</id><published>2002-11-13T12:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T12:02:10.020-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was shopping in the mall the other day, buying some pants. I came across the American Eagle store. They claimed that their pants were on sale. I said, "Woohoo! Pants!" and went inside. Inside, I was looking around for a pair of pants that were my size, when I came across a pair with grass stains and a hole in ine knee. Curious, I brought them up to the cashier and asked him why they were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/84481397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/84481397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84481397' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-83763068</id><published>2002-10-30T03:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-10-30T03:50:13.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cable companies should die.Our cable company interrupted Gun Smith Cats for a message about digital cable...even though it was on channel 530, and we already HAVE THE FUCKING SERVICE.As of right now, they are fucking up the regular cable, and the rather attractive newswoman sounds like Barry White. And her lip/voice sync is way off. I'm talking like three seconds off. And this is only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/83763068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/83763068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83763068' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-83654626</id><published>2002-10-28T04:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T04:13:22.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wild Arms 3 r0x0rz your s0x0rz.This is all well and good, but when you forget to turn in your Networking homework because of it, things get hairy. O_oHopefully, the teacher will not dock me the assignment. &gt;_&lt;</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/83654626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/83654626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83654626' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3890374.post-83585643</id><published>2002-10-27T01:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-10-27T01:51:32.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, I went to K-Mart to turn in some film for developing. As I filled out the information on the little film bag, I came to the printing options. After much searching, I determined that there were no options that allowed me to merely attain one set of prints. I asked the counter lady, who replied, in a vacantly cheery manner, "I'm sorry, sir. We don't offer single prints without a bonus </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/83585643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3890374/posts/default/83585643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://darthturtle.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83585643' title=''/><author><name>Eric</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04422430529875844801</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd: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>
