<?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-9896522</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:09:18.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary of an OSKmagnet</title><subtitle type='html'>I am the guy you never want to meet, unless you are an OSK. Then I am not going to meet you because my OSK girlfriend will kick your ass, trust me it's for your own good. If an OSK wants to meet me I'll just guide them in the direction of one of my comrades, like Zack or Keth... Wait Keth has a gf now...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-2317316436869656390</id><published>2007-11-01T15:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T15:20:34.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kwanza Vase</title><content type='html'>Ok it looks like I haven't blogged in about 6 months... That isn't too long is it? Anyway. In the spirit of NaNoWriMo, I have decided to do a blog post. I will be doing tons of writing so why not write a little here to let my 2 readers whom I speak to like everyday, know that I am still alive. Zack was over like, yesterday and the day before. We watched some Sailor Moon and Battlestar Galactica. Yippi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have written precisely 159 words for my novel so far. There is no title and so far the protangonist, written in first person, is on the way to a breakfast diner. Sounds cool, eh? It isn't.&lt;br /&gt;The way it has been working so far is, I write a sentence randomly... Then I would be like, "Shit, how do I make sense of that now?" It has been working so far... So... Far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to continue to write and take breaks to play some maples. I was at 58% now I am at 44% because I died. I accidentally ran into some level 115 boss guy. His name is Black Crow. He is bad ass... I should put a character of the same name in my novel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to writing, drinking coffee, and Mapling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja, Za-ka-rii-kun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-2317316436869656390?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/2317316436869656390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=2317316436869656390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/2317316436869656390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/2317316436869656390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2007/11/kwanza-vase.html' title='Kwanza Vase'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-1450766196693000857</id><published>2007-05-29T00:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T00:42:14.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kree!</title><content type='html'>Here is an itsy bitsy update for all you rampant readers out there. (You know who you are.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to begin? Oh, yes, the weekend. Zack came over, stuff went down. We're going to make a Beat 'em up game. It is going to be called Ownicon Beat or something. Why are we making a beat 'em up game you ask? Simple, they own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... Big Bang Beat is awesome. I haven't figured out how the hell people can pull off 50 hit combos... But I am getting there. I think I managed to pull off a 25 hit combo average about 75% of the time. On a stationary target, mind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stargate SG-1 is all awesome. I laugh, I cry, I watch it a lot. Big thanks to Zack for introducing it to me, or rather, convincing me of its awsome-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maple Story is going swell. I am currently level 48 at 30%. I will reach level 50 by the end of the upcoming weekend, it shall be sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back on the topic of Beat 'em ups... Zack and I own at them (cough) game genie (cough). We beat Golden Axe 3 as well as Streets Of Rage 3, both are great games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then, that is all I have to say... Or perhaps I shall leave you with a very inspiring quote... If you can call it that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be afraid... Of taking my beating..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-1450766196693000857?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/1450766196693000857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=1450766196693000857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/1450766196693000857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/1450766196693000857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2007/05/kree.html' title='Kree!'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-2456649599072244646</id><published>2007-03-17T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T09:56:49.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks...  Hitler mobile...</title><content type='html'>Alright, it has arrived. Not as strong as the sickness that has infected Zack, but sickness none-the-less. This morning I woke up to find that I felt like I was going to throw up, but didn't. My head was spinning, my stomach churning, my body shivering. But I thought, "My boss is going to have my head on a platter if I miss another day of work, so I got out of bed took an Advil Extra Strength, and fought along the sidewalk against the weather. Then, I gagged and almost threw up again thats when I decided it just isn't worth a public display of puke... No work today." As I am typing this I feel the slight urge to empty my stomach onto my monitor, but no, I will not. I am going to drink tea, eat soup and maybe, just maybe play a little Maple Story if I can rid the sick feeling for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Schedule before the sickage: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;, Sunday, Monday, Wednesday, Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Schedule, because of sickage: Sunday, Monday, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, Wednesday, Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can see where the schedules differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed. Ja.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-2456649599072244646?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/2456649599072244646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=2456649599072244646' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/2456649599072244646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/2456649599072244646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2007/03/thanks-hitler-mobile.html' title='Thanks...  Hitler mobile...'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-1533867625055553282</id><published>2007-01-26T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:24:35.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Caffeine.</title><content type='html'>As the tile suggests, I am done with caffeine, or someones cat named Caffeine died or something. But I will have nothing to do with caffeine. "Why Chris!" Is what some of you (Zack) may be asking in a violent rage. The answer is simple. It has ruined my heart. Starting today I got these heart flutter type things. My hear would race at an above average rate. The doctors assured me it wasn't fatal, but caffeine might have fucked up my heart. So, whenever I want a coffee, or an energy drink... Orange juice it is. My health is important, apparently. So no more caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caffeine, we have had many a good time together. We stayed up late, watched some Tree'd Murray, and wandered the streets. You were sent to me by Satan, cloaked in angel's robes.  You tricked me, you seduced me, you enslaved me. But I have a dream, that man can live healthy lives, not darkened ones! Blah Blah Blah. Then end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-1533867625055553282?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/1533867625055553282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=1533867625055553282' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/1533867625055553282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/1533867625055553282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2007/01/rip-caffeine.html' title='R.I.P Caffeine.'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-3697258258807949038</id><published>2007-01-02T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T15:20:40.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Back... Indeed, I am back.</title><content type='html'>Hello there! My name is Christopher Van Houtenberg, or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here today to say "I am reborn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough with the fagalities. So, what have I been up to you ask? I have been working, going to school, making new friends, and even making out. I have been doing various things with my girlfriend, the happy girl of yellow persuasion. She is definitely a breath of fresh air, my heart goes out to you baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack is cool, we eat pizza and play "night ball from racket to wall" and Castlevania. Thank God there is someone out there who can do stupid things with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith came down, from his small town. He came to show his face. It seems he's grown, a brand new tone... But still forgets Zack's fucking DVDs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit I have to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a rushed Chris Blog production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-3697258258807949038?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/3697258258807949038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=3697258258807949038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/3697258258807949038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/3697258258807949038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2007/01/hes-back-indeed-i-am-back.html' title='He&apos;s Back... Indeed, I am back.'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-114880354727326630</id><published>2006-05-28T03:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T04:05:47.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Much Ready To Give Up</title><content type='html'>Well... It is safe to say that my life is fucked. I've got a father that is fucked in his head who listens to his bitch of a girlfriend... She is convincing him to kick out this guy who lives with us, Terry. Terry is a good guy, by far the best borderline our house has ever seen. He pays rent, he cooks, he cleans, and fixes things... But my dad is a fucking asshole. He has recently started doing somethings that are causing me to lose respect for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty, I am close to running away from home. I don't want to be here. On top of all the stupidity in my home life, the rest of my life is a total disaster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start things off, I would like to say this here because if I were to tell her in person or over the phone, or anywhere that she would see... she wouldn't return it, or approve of it. Katrina Rabino, baby, I love you. Ok, I know it has only been a month and ten days, but honestly... this is something that has been eating me up inside. Sorry if I ruined things because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, with my friend "The Wall" as I now call her. I would like to say, thank you for being my bestest friend, that is a girl, and I hope this friendship continues... Good luck with your rapper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am at my wits end guys... I have heard that the bitch girlfriend of my father is even complaining about me now. Shes all like "Christopher is working, he should be paying rent, he shouldn't be out late, blah blah blah" What a fucking bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give up, and for all my filipino friends I gib up. Ok fuck this shit... Anyone want to live with me. Get aplace somewhere our own. Away from the stupidity. It is pretty bad when your own father is becoming more stupid everyday because of his new found, hobby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck fuck fuck. No one, and I mean no one could save me now. I am fucking serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does all the bad shit happen to me? Did I do something wrong? Like, what the fuck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I said "fuck" so far? Too many fucking times. But they are all equally important to this rant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         From,&lt;br /&gt;                         Christopher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who has been positive towards me, thank you, all those who have ever fucked with me... honestly... now is not the time to fuck with me again. I think I could kill. Wait, I know I can kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-114880354727326630?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/114880354727326630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=114880354727326630' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/114880354727326630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/114880354727326630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2006/05/pretty-much-ready-to-give-up.html' title='Pretty Much Ready To Give Up'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-114471115519688018</id><published>2006-04-10T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T15:44:19.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From above.</title><content type='html'>I fell from the clouds, it was you who needed me. Sent by the almighty father to free you from the straps which bound you. It seems that not even my sword could slay your demons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you, you assured me of my assisstance. Told me that my help would make a difference. I was a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long did you expect to veil youself in the shadows, surely my light would shine through your deceit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I had to hear it from another, although hearing it from you might not have helped the situation, I would have preferred it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny how substance transcends all bodily attatchment. Seems the emotions which we fight to defend are nothing when it comes to the feeling a few grams of crap can give someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergo, I am useless, atleast in this matter. I was born to be pushed around. Caught in  and illusion of grandeur, thinking I am capable of guiding the lost sheep. I suffer from Holden-syndrome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These simple-minded ramblings do nothing for me. Will these words fill the void in my heart, mind, and soul? I fucking wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-Fuck it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-114471115519688018?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/114471115519688018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=114471115519688018' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/114471115519688018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/114471115519688018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2006/04/from-above.html' title='From above.'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-114210094100406036</id><published>2006-03-11T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T13:15:41.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress 'n' Such</title><content type='html'>Well as the title suggests... I am under a fair amount of stress lately. My job is an asshole, they don't give me any shifts... Thus, leaving me broke all the time, bitches. I also have to come up with some kind of dance routine by wednesday or something... Atleast I picked an awesome song: Petrified by Fort Minor. Speaking of dancing... I lost all skill in DDR... I used to be able to pull off a B on Sakura on Light... I can't even do that. I wanted to practice and I just gave up... I originally want to play some Guilty Gear... But seeing as though by little brother is an asshole, he took our Xbox controllers to his friends house... Bastard! Vendetta, vendetta! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I saw "The Hills Have Eyes" remake which came out yesterday... It was awesome, and by awesome I mean the bloodiest movie ever! I can't really compare it to the original because well... I haven't had the pleasure of seeing the original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be having a party next week, the problem is, my dad said I could have it when he was a little on the drunk side... Oh well, I choose to continue to keep my hopes up about it... Giggity giggity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one o'clock... This meaning that I have to make a death trip to Brampton in about an hour to go see my girlfriend. Speaking of girlfriends... My good buddy Keith is now "girlfriend-ed" making Zack last place... I guess I can't really say that because he is g-- I mean ASEXUAL. He'll find his super intelligent ninja girl soon enough... I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the anime news... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched up to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode like 12 of Shuffle!&lt;br /&gt;Episode 22 of Shakugan No Shana&lt;br /&gt;Episode 9 of Fate/Stay Night (10 is current;y downloading)&lt;br /&gt;Episode ?? of Karin (On account of... I don't remember)&lt;br /&gt;Episode 1 of Zettai Shonen (Gotta see more of the Shinies)&lt;br /&gt;Episode 2 of Ergo Proxy (Witch Hunter Robin makers, awesome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is it... for anime... or everything. Oh yeah... wait I don't think I have anything else left to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-114210094100406036?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/114210094100406036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=114210094100406036' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/114210094100406036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/114210094100406036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2006/03/stress-n-such.html' title='Stress &apos;n&apos; Such'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-113862509215243226</id><published>2006-01-30T07:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T07:44:52.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When will this day ever end?</title><content type='html'>Ok... fuck. I am still up... no sleep... I ended up finishing off Melody of Oblivion... And I did like nothing else... Wait... I did some study notes for my religion exam... I have to pass that exam with flying colours, because my mark is a 73%, and that's not good at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made breakfast for myself. I took a shower. I am tired, that's it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J-fuck it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-113862509215243226?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/113862509215243226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=113862509215243226' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113862509215243226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113862509215243226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2006/01/when-will-this-day-ever-end.html' title='When will this day ever end?'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-113860715792249503</id><published>2006-01-30T02:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T02:45:57.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In these broken frames...</title><content type='html'>Ok, ok, ok. This is fucked up. It is like 2:30 in the morning... I have not slept a wink yet... I can't sleep. I have a fucking Philosophy exam in the morning. This is fucked up. I tried to sleep... I layed down on my bed, shut my eyes, then my head did this spinning thing. I thought that this was my brain saying "Listen Chris, I know you want to sleep, well actually I think I need to sleep aswell, but if we do that now you are not going to be able to get up for your exam tomorrow. I know that you are going to be tired and do a shit ass job on the exam, but that is better than not making it to the exam at all." Ok... so I guess the brain has a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... if interested... MY SCHEDULE for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Philosophy Exam - Wife - Study for Religion exam.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Religion Exam - Wife - Sleep like hell for next exam.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Comm Tech Exam - Work - Sleep for next exam.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Writer's Craft ISU - Wife - Then sleep, I deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;Friday - Sleep in (no exam) - Go To work.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - Work.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... So what have I been doing since I am up at this time you ask...&lt;br /&gt;Well... I have been working on my third comic, it is still not done yet, but it is on the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... So... What's what? You want to know what anime I have been watching these days?&lt;br /&gt;Oh... Sure, I'll get you up to speed. Well I am up to episode 16 of Shakugan No Shana. I have 4 more episodes to watch of Melody of Oblivion, and I am waiting on some more Karin episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't fucking wait until next semester...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My schedule for next semester...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Comm Tech (All making movies)&lt;br /&gt;2 - English (Mr. Malatesta)&lt;br /&gt;3 - Spare (meaning I have all lunches or something)&lt;br /&gt;4 - Fitness (self explanitory)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll be a breeze, that'll give me a lot more time to work on comics and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am going to go study for a G1 test I haven't planned to take yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-113860715792249503?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/113860715792249503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=113860715792249503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113860715792249503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113860715792249503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-these-broken-frames.html' title='In these broken frames...'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-113836465190286500</id><published>2006-01-27T07:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T07:24:11.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna fail...</title><content type='html'>After many a heart-breaking experiences at Zackarotto's house, trying to get a philosopht ISU done... I finally got home at like 1 in the morning... then I had a flash project to do... then it was too late to go to sleep... Damn presentation of the ISU for philosophy... I fear it, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To waste time I watched episodes 8-15 of Shakugan No Shana... that was pretty awesome... then I started to work on my third webcomic... I think I got about 1/3 of the first panel done... or even less...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok... I am going to fail school... Oh did I mention that at around 5:30am I started plaing DDR because I needed to keep my body moving or it would just fall asleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, whatever. I am going to fail this ISU. I have to go to work after school until 3am. All I can say is... FUCK LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly... I think the highlight of my morning was when the OSK and her boyfriend pulled up in a car blasting music, and Mike and I decided to do the Heel-Toe in sync... They cheered us on or whatever, pretty awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I am done. Fuck You. Fuck Life. Fuck Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-113836465190286500?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/113836465190286500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=113836465190286500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113836465190286500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113836465190286500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2006/01/gonna-fail.html' title='Gonna fail...'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-113704424306574838</id><published>2006-01-12T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T00:37:23.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What does a Russian person sound like?</title><content type='html'>Well, I have to learn how to use a Russian accent by tomorrow? Have I had time to teach myself? No. Fuck. Well I was asked by some guy in my class to act in his movie that he is doing for his ISU. I agreed, I have to play a Russian. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home from work really late today, it took us so fucking long to clean up, bun life. I am tired, I want to die. Heh. Die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I starting a new paragraph for each little thought thingie? Am I too tired to remember if I am typing right? Did that last staement make sense? Do I give a fuck? Well I can answer the last one. No, I don't give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok guys... and girls, or robots, or anything or anyone (who reads this blog) I have a lot of shit on my agenda. A lot of shit on my homework agenda to be precise. What do I have to do? Oh yeah. A religion group project on human rights that is due friday (we haven't started it yet, but I won't even be in school on friday) I have to do more for my Writer's Craft ISU... that involves poems and illustrations, oh yeah and I have a Philosophy ISU... basically me and two friends are going to go around and ask people (on camera) what their individual philosophy is? Cool huh? Yeah it sounds cool... but will it be cool? I guess I'd actually have to start it to find out the coolness huh? Yeah. I'm fucked :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I think Mike and Hira are coming over to my house because we are going to practice dancing... This sounds like it might work, this &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt; thing... Well anyway... I think I am going to take a shower because I smell, taste, and might even look like a french fry... Gross... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, be good or the Befana will kill you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-113704424306574838?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/113704424306574838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=113704424306574838' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113704424306574838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113704424306574838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-does-russian-person-sound-like.html' title='What does a Russian person sound like?'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-113684347478278272</id><published>2006-01-09T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T16:51:14.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't understand</title><content type='html'>As far as I know, my girlfriend is going to leave me... Is it my fault? Maybe. Is it her fault, quite possibly. You see, I don't understand what is going on. I was suppose to see her today, but I didn't even end up going to school. So my dad won;t let me leave the house because of that. So when she called me earlier I told her that. She responded with "It's ok, my mom said no more visits during the week anyway". This upset me. I mean I really want to see her, I would be willing to sneak out if my dad ever got off his lazy ass and went somewhere himself. I am dying of miss-ism. I mean I really want to hold her in my arms, kiss her forehead, assure her that I am still hers and no one is going to take what we have away from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, she called back... or atleast I thought it was her. She said "hello" I used the correct response to that, which was another "hello" and then there was silence, then she said "I gotta go" then she hung up. I found this a little disturbing, not to mention weird. So I picked up my un-free cell phoneand called her cell phone, she didn't pick up. This could be because she is avoiding me, or because she isn't free. Both are possible, the first is more likely in my mind. Then i called her house phone, her little borther picked up, he went to go look for her, when he returned he said she wasn't there. The tone he used to say it to me gave me the impression that she just didn't want to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a slight state of depression, i mean it. I am not all emo and going to kill myself, although I have the shoes and the blade to do it. But I won't because I am not stupid, but I will admit that I am stupidly in love. I mean like hardcore head over heels for my girlfriend. You'd think after all this time being together, one would get bored or something like that. But for me, everyday is like the first day i was with her. I love her the same, I miss her even more. I just want her. Is it possible that I might even end up spending the rest of my life with her? I'd like to think so, I hope she truly feels the same way about me, if not, then my level of depression might even reach suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on a scale from one to ten, how sad am I? I'd say 15 if ten was the saddest, and negative 5 is one was for some reason the saddest. Either way I am seriously sad. I am even treating my little brother like a human being because i am too sad to treat him like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe after all the good times with my girlfriend, after the many times she told me that she loved me, and the many times she need assurance about me not leaving her... she is finally fed up and going to leave me. Am I going to try and stop her from leaveing me? Hell yeah! I just need to be able to talk to her. My plan is to wait until 6 o'clock because her phone is free then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I love you. And no matter how pathetic this may sound, I love you so much, baby please don't leave me. I need you, I want you, you promised me that you would always be mine. Can you please keep your promise? I want you by my side forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, please, this is one favour I can't afford to be let down on. Let her see that I love her and that I am sorry for every wrong I have ever did her. I love her and I am  going to marry her, even if you don't like the idea of it God. This is a choice that I have made, and not even your almight judgement can stop me. I apologize to you and hope you forgive me, but right now I am only seeking the forgiveness of my bibum, the love of my life, Crio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me baby...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-113684347478278272?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/113684347478278272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=113684347478278272' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113684347478278272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113684347478278272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-dont-understand.html' title='I don&apos;t understand'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-113399440013830070</id><published>2005-12-07T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T17:26:40.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sounds Like Some Kind Of A... Spike Trap!</title><content type='html'>Actually... right now it sounds like nothing. Because my fucking sound still isn't working. Like WTF! What did I do to deserve this. Like there is no way for me to fix it, I have tried every possiblity. I hate this shiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a second note... after two hours of waiting for my girlfriend to call me, I got fed up and called her. Keep in mind I called a bunch of times before, she just didn't pick up. When I got through to her, she's like "Sorry babe, I'm at the mall" Like Fuck! You couldn;t tell me that. So that on top of my Sound Card Anger, This is turning out to be a very shitty day! Grrrr. Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrr... What the hell, I am in the worst of moods, I need to do something. Get the hell out of this place. Get some fresh air. I miss my baby, but I am mad at her, but I still miss her. Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Blog. Fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-113399440013830070?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/113399440013830070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=113399440013830070' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113399440013830070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113399440013830070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/12/sounds-like-some-kind-of-spike-trap.html' title='Sounds Like Some Kind Of A... Spike Trap!'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-113366898745734711</id><published>2005-12-03T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T23:03:07.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Not Allowed To Have A Gun</title><content type='html'>Well.... Zack is playing Tenchu... Cant Chu tell? Man that was bad... I lvoe my girlfriend... I will kill anyone who punches my genitals... because i need those for extra lovin'. Hey guys who wanna punch my in the groin... Who's Getting Some?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-113366898745734711?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/113366898745734711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=113366898745734711' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113366898745734711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113366898745734711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/12/youre-not-allowed-to-have-gun.html' title='You&apos;re Not Allowed To Have A Gun'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-113332181323721333</id><published>2005-11-29T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T22:36:53.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is in hopes...</title><content type='html'>I hope my wonderful girlfriend gets to read this... Baby I love you... no matter what is going on in your head, no matter what you are thinking about, I love you. When you are on the phone... doing your essay (which is right now) I love you. Just being able to here you making faint noises is enough to make my heart skip a beat. I just hope that you know that my dear. I love you. How many times have I said that? Doesn't matter, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-113332181323721333?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/113332181323721333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=113332181323721333' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113332181323721333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113332181323721333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/11/here-is-in-hopes.html' title='Here is in hopes...'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-113312287503921330</id><published>2005-11-27T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T15:21:15.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Were To Get In A Car Right Now...</title><content type='html'>Man... A Sick feeling is swelling up inside me. I don't know what to do. I wanted to go downtown today so I could go buy an awesome CD. The cold weather is all like "No Chris! I am too cold for you to go outside, fear me" and the headache I am currently suffering from is like "Hey Chris! The sounds of the city will kill you!" Oh... shiet I forgot, I am broke. I don't even have to money to buy the damn CD. MAn... that's what going to Yorkdale on a saturday night will do to you. Atleast I bought my baby a sexy ass jacket... damn that looks good on her... shiet... Anyway yeah... I also wanted to go to my buddy Zack's house today... that was ruled out by the same factors as the downtown shindig. Dammit all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man... 6 months and two days... awesome baby, just awesome. That fucking coke machine ate my toonie, aswell as many others... fuck! Anyway... yeah I am broke... I don;t even know how I am going to survive the week... I'll have to live off of the tips I get at work. But I am sickaging so why should I go to work... for the tips? For the huge paycheck at the end of the week? I guess so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my nose is going to fall off. I think that the awesome grey sweater thing ( Oh yeah I bought an awesome grey sweater thing) is the most awesome sweater thing ever. On account of it is grey and awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW... I found the most awesome band... but I need the CD... Yorkdale doesn;t have it. FUCK! Anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-113312287503921330?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/113312287503921330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=113312287503921330' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113312287503921330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113312287503921330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-i-were-to-get-in-car-right-now.html' title='If I Were To Get In A Car Right Now...'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-113301033257813297</id><published>2005-11-26T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T08:05:32.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One more reason for me to start a band...</title><content type='html'>Well... I have already heard this... but I didn;t really care. I think it was Rob from Midtown... he started his own record label. " I Surrender Records" and he recently signed a band called Valencia. Their debut album is call "This Could All Be A Possiblity" I am going to pick this album up when I go out today. Why? Because I d/led a few of the songs and they were awesome. 'Nuff said. Valencia. Crossing Weston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-113301033257813297?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/113301033257813297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=113301033257813297' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113301033257813297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113301033257813297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-more-reason-for-me-to-start-band.html' title='One more reason for me to start a band...'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-113247672464366638</id><published>2005-11-20T03:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T03:52:04.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it me you're looking for?</title><content type='html'>Well... I have plans to go to Zack's house tomorrow, that'll be fun... like lots of JSS-ing and such, I wanna draw crap for Sam's fighting thing! Well anyway. I worked until 3am on Friday, whuch made it Saturday... then I went to a YFC (Youth For Christ) meeting. YFC is awesome. Honestly, it has renewed my faith in God. God is where? Answer: Everywhere. And Everywhere? Answer: God is there... anyway, it is awesome. Well I found out I could go to a party... there will be a man there that I would kill if I saw him, so I am not going to go. It only makes sense if I am trying to be more religious or whatever. Plus, I want to see Zack, Zack is awesome! Is that the Rockstar speaking? Meh, whatever. By the way, I am drinking Rockstar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think since it is like 3 something in the morning...( I just got back from another death shift at work) I am not going to sleep because then that would ruin the day, weird logic huh? Well it's my logic so fuck you! I am going to like watch The Melody Of Oblivion until I can't breathe or something... It's awesome. I think I can see the Melody Of Oblivion... that means that I am a melos or meros warrior... I honestly don;t remember if there was an "l" "r" Japanese translation mix up or whatever, I am going to go with Melos though... sounds more like melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is like the longest blog I have ever wrote... you know what? I am going to blog about every episode I watch or something... Where did I stop watching? like episode 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In episode six, Bocca and the bitch who I can never remember her name stumbled into some valley village or something. Everyone in the town works for some bitch who is secrety part of the monster union (long story) She seems to be interested in Bocca (main character btw)Oh yeah their is a demon kid with his hand in the dam that is blocking the water because he did something wrong... what a punishment. Oh yeah and some archer girl shows up and like acts awesome.. That's all I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Episode 7 was awesome... Like Bocca and the archer chick who might also be a Melos warrior because she can too see the Melody Of Oblivion were like fighting. But then the rich chick like morphed into a RoboRat and is going to attack. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough of that.. Imma just watch more without blogging... too much multitaskaging for 4am.... well... Ja Blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-113247672464366638?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/113247672464366638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=113247672464366638' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113247672464366638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113247672464366638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/11/is-it-me-youre-looking-for.html' title='Is it me you&apos;re looking for?'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-113130017822625521</id><published>2005-11-06T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T13:02:58.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recap.</title><content type='html'>Over the past few day I have been downloading and watching anime. I have seen the first episode of Black Cat, I am currently getting the rest. I have been watcing or shoudl I say Re-watching Spiral, and I have become quite fond of Shakugan no Shana. Oh yeah, did I mention I have to fight someone. Some guy who is a internet friend of my girlfriend. He is technically the one who issued the challenge, I am just her to accept. I have no problem with fighting him. I am pretty damn sure I can win, but I am going to take extra precaution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Zack is reading this because I need his help. I know he is the only one who can do it. I need him to make some kind of extensive training schedule for me. Then one day I am going to go to his house and he will make mne train until I pass out. It cant be this weekend, I am going on some religious retreat with Mike and Hira, maybe sometime the next weekend or week, whatever. Don't worry Zack, the Rockstar'll be on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be lifting weights so I can get deezed, that is a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am off to try and do some homework,and get deezed, and watch more Spiral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-113130017822625521?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/113130017822625521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=113130017822625521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113130017822625521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113130017822625521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/11/recap.html' title='Recap.'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-113042577878138922</id><published>2005-10-27T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T11:09:38.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>Yes, I got t3h internet back, it is working now! W00t! Anywhoo... I have to go to school now :P Man internet kicks ass. I don;t even care if I am grammatically incorrect now, I have internet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-113042577878138922?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/113042577878138922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=113042577878138922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113042577878138922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113042577878138922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/10/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-113011173006434581</id><published>2005-10-23T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T19:55:30.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, to put it simply...</title><content type='html'>I bought an iPod nano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-113011173006434581?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/113011173006434581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=113011173006434581' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113011173006434581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/113011173006434581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/10/yeah-to-put-it-simply.html' title='Yeah, to put it simply...'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-112627445563594006</id><published>2005-09-09T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T10:00:55.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Late.</title><content type='html'>Two things are late. 1) This blog entry. 2) My Jump Superstars. I am currently at school, in first period. I got to play Hira's copy of Jump Superstars... damn it kicked so much ass. What do I got next like this class some more? Then Computers, then like Writer's Craft. What a lazy day. The only thing to look forward to is like buying frutiopia at lunch or something. Lazy lazy lazy day. After this long ass school day I have to haul my ass to work for a shift that finishes at 3 in the morning. The only good thing I have to look forward to is seeing my girlfriend on saturday moring. Whoohoo! Well that's enough blogging for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Blog&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-112627445563594006?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/112627445563594006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=112627445563594006' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/112627445563594006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/112627445563594006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/09/late.html' title='Late.'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-112559614494386536</id><published>2005-09-01T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T13:35:44.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn "Elder Grimm"</title><content type='html'>Well today is like day 6 in the "Zack and Chris are waiting desperately for their Jump Superstars to arrive from Japan saga" and it's hell. I mean all the time I am wondering what it would be like if I could just play it. I dream about it and shit sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you are curious about my name. Their is this Jehovahs Witness or Mormon or something... I see him everywhere and his name-tag says "Elder Grimm" and he is all "I am going to eat you and your children" looking. He is scary. Why Grimm? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway yesterday I went to my girlfriends house. I wore my new adidias... so much dirt, took me a while to clean them. Adidas is the best shoe company ever! Well I can't think of anything else so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-112559614494386536?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/112559614494386536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=112559614494386536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/112559614494386536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/112559614494386536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/09/damn-elder-grimm.html' title='Damn &quot;Elder Grimm&quot;'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-112284171036527156</id><published>2005-07-31T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T16:29:50.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Are Ok. Clearly.</title><content type='html'>Well since like 9:00 am or something I have been at Zack's house.  We have been like chilling. My girlfriend was at her house, and I was missing her. Lots of stuff happened yesterday; we laughed, bought &lt;i&gt;Monster&lt;/i&gt;, I had a long talk with my girlfriend and I am sure things are going to be fixed (i am not getting into that right now), we went for a nice long night walk, and ate &lt;i&gt;Pizza Pizza&lt;/i&gt; pizza at 2:40 in the morning. Would that count as a breakfast? We are currently sore as hell. Exercising can kill you I think... Aubergine? What kind of color is that anyway? I bet it's a cool color and I wouldn't even know it. Zack did a bunch of comic things that kicked ass. I drew some cool guy with a sword. Zack posted a drawing I did on his photobucket. The username is &lt;i&gt;Zackarotto&lt;/i&gt; if you would like to check it out. It's about cloaks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working lately. I work at Delta Bingo, Vittoria Cafe, baby! I make decent wages there, and the tips aren't that bad either, even though I have wasted all of the money I earned in tips at Zack's house since I got here and thats like a goo 20 odd dollars. My girlfriend is currently at some family picnic and I miss her terribly. As far as I know I get to see her on tuesday, that's because I am working monday morning. Working is cool, but I am going to be working the coffee cart by myself for the first time, I am going to fuck up really bad. Damn I miss my girlfriend... she means everything to me, and I hope she knows that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack is watching &lt;i&gt;The Mask&lt;/i&gt; right now, I haven't seen a movie in a long time. I wonder what time I am going home. Oh yeah. If you have a PC try out Google Earth, I certainly am. Well we beat a few more Beat em' Ups and Metal Slugs... is that a Beat em' Up? Oh well, good stuff. Noise Factory kicks ass, 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-112284171036527156?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/112284171036527156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=112284171036527156' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/112284171036527156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/112284171036527156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/07/things-are-ok-clearly.html' title='Things Are Ok. Clearly.'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-112266431836801705</id><published>2005-07-29T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T15:33:42.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this convo out.</title><content type='html'>I signed on my girlfriends msn.. this guy popped up. check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him says:&lt;br /&gt;up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says:&lt;br /&gt;this isn't crio it's her boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him says:&lt;br /&gt;and i care why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says:&lt;br /&gt;i never say you cared, whether you care or not is entirely up to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him says:&lt;br /&gt;yo listen up here boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him says:&lt;br /&gt;u betta watch who u talkin to wit them big words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says:&lt;br /&gt;not in your vocabulary? my humble apologies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him says:&lt;br /&gt;ur humble apoligizes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him says:&lt;br /&gt;man ur a fag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him says:&lt;br /&gt;wut kinda shit u be speakin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says:&lt;br /&gt;obviously not slang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says:&lt;br /&gt;but i guess if you want i could speak that too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him says:&lt;br /&gt;yo shut the fuck up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him says:&lt;br /&gt;wuts ur backround?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him says:&lt;br /&gt;u white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says:&lt;br /&gt;i am south african/ canadian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him says:&lt;br /&gt;ur are a fuckin homo dats wut u are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says: &lt;br /&gt;heh, and thats why i am with crio? immature man, very immature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him says:&lt;br /&gt;yo who ucallin immature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says:&lt;br /&gt;so is this what you do? you just pick random fights with people you don't know? or am i the first one to be lucky enough for this kind of encounter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him says:&lt;br /&gt;u wanna get shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm? lead bulltets... no i don;t believe i want to get shot. I believe that entails pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him says:&lt;br /&gt;fuckin homo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says:&lt;br /&gt;not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf is wrong wit u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him says:&lt;br /&gt;where u live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says:&lt;br /&gt;um nothing is wrong with me. you are getting worked up, everything you have said to me thus far has been either an insult or a threat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me says:&lt;br /&gt;i have done nothing but be kind and polite to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him says:&lt;br /&gt;w.e yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really happened. No lies. What a jerk. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-112266431836801705?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/112266431836801705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=112266431836801705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/112266431836801705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/112266431836801705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/07/check-this-convo-out.html' title='Check this convo out.'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-112214816180266160</id><published>2005-07-23T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T15:49:21.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrr...</title><content type='html'>Well A few nights ago I spent the night at Zack's house. This was fun. We beat Sengoku 3 it was awesome, but not as awesome as Awesome Possum ^_^. We went out side pretty late and ate sour keys... yummy. But I guess the only thing that sort of got messed up was the part when we saw the demon, not to mention the part where we heard the banshee screaming. Fun times ^_^. But on a much sadder note, I miss my girlfriend, I haven't seen her in like 6 days and it's killing me. Plus I wanna add squirrel Queen to my msn so I can flame her but I forgot the email addy in my other pants pocket. I am soo bored, I hope I can find someone to chill with today, something to do today I just need to do something. My mom told me I was like a 90 year old and I should do something... that is why I am at the internet cafe down the street. Damn I am bored... did I already say that? Fuck! Anyway I am feeling weird... the feeling is not allowed to be spoken about on this blog :P oh well. I am going to go now. Buh bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-112214816180266160?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/112214816180266160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=112214816180266160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/112214816180266160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/112214816180266160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/07/grrrr.html' title='Grrrr...'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-112109882860714985</id><published>2005-07-11T12:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T12:20:28.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing My Baby Too Much</title><content type='html'>I got to see my baby on saturday, oh what a wonderful time that was. Just seeing her beautiful face got me so excited. It's weird, but is it possible to fall in love all over again? I think thats what happened to me. After being seperated from my sexy girlfriend for just about 2 weeks, seeing her was definitely a sight for sore eyes. Seeing her makes me appreciate not being blind. God shes so beautiful... I could talk about he beauty all day, but that would probably bore a lot of you readers, I wonder if I have any readers? It was so nice being at her house, her parents are so nice to me, it is so awesome. Sunday was spent doing nothing but watching a movie, being at an internet cafe (me and zack played StarCraft *and owned*) Pretty much the whole day I missed my baby, it seems like I am always missing her. Her gentle yet firm hugs, and those oh so PASSIONATE kisses. I am really getting tired of missing her, I wish she would just teleport into my arms. Grrrr... I think I am having cravings I shouldn't be having according to the catholic church, if you get my drift... but yeah... I gotta keep it together. Well it is now monday... I have done nothing, I am currently over at my buddy douglas' house. I am going to stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-112109882860714985?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/112109882860714985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=112109882860714985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/112109882860714985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/112109882860714985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/07/missing-my-baby-too-much.html' title='Missing My Baby Too Much'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-112037677073499740</id><published>2005-07-03T03:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T03:46:10.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This just in...</title><content type='html'>I love my baby! I really miss her! I am dying! I really wanna see her. I wanna feel her warm comforting touch, and he soft passionate kisses. MUAH! Baby see me soon, I really miss you, I love you, buh bye baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-112037677073499740?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/112037677073499740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=112037677073499740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/112037677073499740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/112037677073499740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-just-in.html' title='This just in...'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-111920053430087006</id><published>2005-06-19T12:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T13:06:34.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Faggot!</title><content type='html'>It has come to my attention that a certain Faggot by the name of Elvis has been trying to put "the moves" on my girlfriend. I guess what this mother fucker doesn't understand is that I am fully prepared to kick his ass. Fuck! I hate this faggot, I don't even know him... I know OF him and his God damn bullshit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hearing about this faggots stupidity really ruined my weekend. I first heard of his stupidness on thursday when my girlfriend told me that he wrote his email and phone number on her bare leg (she was wearing a kilt) WTF does this faggot think he is doing. He knows that I am her boyfriend, yet he continues to be an asshole. What the fuck did I ever do to him, apparently he has a girlfriend himself, so what the fuck is he trying to prove?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This grade 9 kid better fucking smarten up, I told my girlfriend that she has one more chance to fix this bullshit with him, and if she fails, that is the signal for me to step in and take care of it. Man this really downed my weekend. I had suck a good time on friday... I managed to clear my mind of the writing on the leg... but then I went to my friends house and had a pretty good time, until I heard more about what this faggot is doing. GRRR!!! If he doesn't fucking stop his motherfucking bullshit, I will rip out his larynx and make him eat it, without ketchup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I am currently missing my girlfriend, so damn much. She means everything to me, if this fag ruins this wonderful thing in my life, I will have to kill him. I love you baby I hope you do the right thing, I don't want to have a dead Elvis on my conscious... or maybe I do... Well anyway I love you Crio, Muah! I'll talk to you soon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s I hope to blog about something not so evil soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-111920053430087006?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/111920053430087006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=111920053430087006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/111920053430087006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/111920053430087006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/06/fucking-faggot.html' title='Fucking Faggot!'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-111628158404073855</id><published>2005-05-16T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T18:13:04.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><content type='html'>damn... I just wrote like 500 words of a description of my awesome and cool weekend at Zack's... then being the idiot that I am ... I deleted it by accident... Well w/e if you ever wanna know what happened on my weekend... become a mind-reader or something. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Blog. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-111628158404073855?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/111628158404073855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=111628158404073855' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/111628158404073855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/111628158404073855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/05/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-111559425594857611</id><published>2005-05-08T19:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T19:17:35.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My BOM-bignants...</title><content type='html'>well this weekend was pretty cool. Friday I got some chilling done with some friends, saturday I got to see Lex, and later that evening I went to my buddy Zack's house where we stayed up really late and slept really late. It was awesome... now please someone bring me a cate, I mean someone bring me a cat...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-111559425594857611?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/111559425594857611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=111559425594857611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/111559425594857611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/111559425594857611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-bom-bignants.html' title='My BOM-bignants...'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-111498487093177444</id><published>2005-05-01T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T18:01:10.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Just In!</title><content type='html'>I have never seen anything so disturbing in my life! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joi.ito.com/archives/cosplay5.jpg"&gt;Pure Evil...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-111498487093177444?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/111498487093177444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=111498487093177444' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/111498487093177444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/111498487093177444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-just-in.html' title='This Just In!'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-111497843226811276</id><published>2005-05-01T16:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T16:13:52.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sum of events.</title><content type='html'>Well I had a pretty good weekend. WOnderland was great on saturday. Seeing that it was mny first time and all, it was fun fun fun. Lately I have been tired, alot more tired then usual. I have also seen some good movies: The Amityville Horror, Guess Who?, and National Treasure. All of them were great movies. So I have come to conclusion that I am going to become a god at DDR, a freaking god i tells ya. First I have t get it... I have gamecube... they really don't have it for that... and the xbox is at my moms... and i dont know if i'll be able to play it much if i get it... anyway...yeah...DDR... Well I have become quite addicted to My Chemical Romance... the song "Cemetary Drive" plays in my mind 24/7 it's insane really. I think I'll blog more... yeah blogging is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-111497843226811276?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/111497843226811276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=111497843226811276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/111497843226811276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/111497843226811276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/05/sum-of-events.html' title='Sum of events.'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-111135362466179015</id><published>2005-03-20T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T16:20:24.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March Break... Coming To An End.</title><content type='html'>Well this march break was kind of weird.... I had some fun... lots of fun....&lt;br /&gt;i went to zacks... and such. I had a great time. People are a lot nicer to me then I thought they'd be, considering my current situation and all. Well yesterday was like the last productive thing for my march break. I went to see "Robots" with the SLR crew. It was good... just a little awkward because of a little something something... but it was good non-the-less. I need a job. blog blog blog. I am going to be making a new webcomic too... that should be fun, i planned out the first page in my mind... but it will take a little while because well.. I have NO ARTISTIC TALENT! well I hope this somewhat satisfies my good buddy zack... he's always like Blog or I'll kill you...and i am not overexaggerating(sp?) damn i don't think i have ever used that word ever... well whatever spelling and grammar are the last thing on my mind right now. man... i am so bored... i finally got around to d/ling stairway to heaven... and some dream theater...blog blog blog... so uh... if i feel like i have more to say then i will post again a little later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-111135362466179015?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/111135362466179015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=111135362466179015' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/111135362466179015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/111135362466179015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/03/march-break-coming-to-end.html' title='March Break... Coming To An End.'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-110755093254141970</id><published>2005-02-04T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T16:02:12.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon Time Fun!</title><content type='html'>Yay going to Zacky's house. W00tage! Yay all of my exams are over... my marks are going to be shit but thats ok I tried half my best. The semester coming up is filled with religion, fashion design, art, and computers... It is going to be t3h easiest semester EVAR! Well anyway blah blah blah, and so sexual harassment on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-110755093254141970?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/110755093254141970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=110755093254141970' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/110755093254141970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/110755093254141970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/02/soon-time-fun.html' title='Soon Time Fun!'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-110702251862884498</id><published>2005-01-29T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T13:15:18.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah Blah Blah...</title><content type='html'>Well I kind of feel like shit now. My girlfriend is on the couch being mad at me. I am just talking to Keth on the compy. I currently have to sneeze but it isn't coming out. And last but not least... I FEAR THE EXAMS! I fear them with the greatest of fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-110702251862884498?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/110702251862884498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=110702251862884498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/110702251862884498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/110702251862884498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/01/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah Blah Blah...'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-110580570695266936</id><published>2005-01-15T11:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T11:15:06.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Need a DS...</title><content type='html'>I have got to the point in my life where I need a DS... I don't even know why right now... I just need it! I dont even want a game for it... but that is because I dont know if Animal Crossing is out for it yet. But when or if it is out, I am going to get it. I sure hope Zack does too, so we can like play multi-player and such. Well thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-110580570695266936?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/110580570695266936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=110580570695266936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/110580570695266936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/110580570695266936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/01/need-ds.html' title='Need a DS...'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-110474698890081965</id><published>2005-01-03T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T05:09:48.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to let you know...</title><content type='html'>I haven't slept yet... accordind to this it is 5:03 am... About an hour agout I finally strapped myself down and beat Tales Of Symphonia. It is a damn good game, probably the best RPG EVAR! But cool games aside... For some strange reason I am not at all tired, maybe thats because I got about 12 hours of sleep the night before, which is alot more then my body is used to. To get my first webcomic page on the net I have to finish the following: Scan, Clean-up, and add the speech bubbles and speeches. Thats not too much to do. I have begun the rough copy of the second page, I started that off with something I am not used to doing, no spoilers though. Man I am bored... I am suppose to "wake up" in about 22 minutes or something... Fucking non sleepy days. Now back to school days, wtf is up with that?! Well I miss my girlfriend, but I am also missing my good ol' buddies Zack and Keith... damn I miss them. Well this is Chris saying Good Morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-110474698890081965?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/110474698890081965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=110474698890081965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/110474698890081965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/110474698890081965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/01/just-to-let-you-know.html' title='Just to let you know...'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9896522.post-110464560858275428</id><published>2005-01-02T00:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T18:51:18.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I made a NEW BLOG</title><content type='html'>Well I am here, what to do... what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9896522-110464560858275428?l=oskmagnet.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/feeds/110464560858275428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9896522&amp;postID=110464560858275428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/110464560858275428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9896522/posts/default/110464560858275428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oskmagnet.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-made-new-blog.html' title='I made a NEW BLOG'/><author><name>OSKmagnet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14863033376778029938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v220/baboo13/newerone.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
