<?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-6304118</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:03:57.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back to basics.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-108804690270169509</id><published>2004-06-23T22:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T23:39:44.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One More AstronautSchool is finally done, w00t. Although at this point for me, it isn't such a good thing. When school is done, it means work starts, and I don't like my job.most people probably don't like their job, but I really don't like my job, even the thought of it makes me cringe. Money does seem to flow in, but this is the time of my life where "university funding" comes into effect. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/108804690270169509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/108804690270169509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108804690270169509' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-108705359200085133</id><published>2004-06-12T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T11:19:52.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PartyOk, further info for the party.Phone #: 905-471-6965Start is 5, end is whenever.Bring board games because I dont think my basement is big enough to hold everyone, so we can play board games...unless u have something better to do.Map:Any more questions, give me a call.Listening to: Norma Jean - Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/108705359200085133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/108705359200085133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108705359200085133' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-108674324471542166</id><published>2004-06-08T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T21:09:11.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>JaneHere is a song that, i'll say cadorin and myself (but sean and kae helped 2), wrote.Right Click HereListening to: Anti-Hero - Jane</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/108674324471542166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/108674324471542166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108674324471542166' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-108632277205628061</id><published>2004-06-04T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T00:19:51.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hockey Stick'dOkay, so tonite was "Jazzfest 101 at the Dutchess" it turned out pretty rockin' with such witty catch phrases as "you had me at oogga chagga oogga chagga" and "dave, im pregnant!" it was all together a solid night, but now i am paying the consequences by staying up late to do stupid media hw...eww...This is something quite random that came up in a convo between mimi and i (its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/108632277205628061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/108632277205628061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108632277205628061' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-108622852360589616</id><published>2004-06-02T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T22:08:43.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Emo'dNot writing this World History essay is killing me, but I can't bring myself to do it...Why am I such a failure. Lack of motivation? Check. School has started becoming meaningless to me. There are a few classes which I still have the will to work in, but not many, urgh. DAMN U SCHOOL. But soon u will be over and all will be well!Oh well, Music Banquet and my birthday are coming up soon (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/108622852360589616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/108622852360589616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108622852360589616' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-10857143707800698</id><published>2004-05-27T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T23:19:30.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A WhileYeah, well, i havent blogged for a REALLY long time...so i decided to blog instead of doing world history (which i need to get on sometime).Damn edwin and his link, and the distracting (http://personal.baker.edu/web2/cdavis09/roses.html)So anyway, today SUCKED. i had some rather unpleasant things, but i'm pretty sure i did awesome on my math test (which is a first).Afterschool i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/10857143707800698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/10857143707800698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#10857143707800698' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-108259696352039136</id><published>2004-04-21T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T21:26:50.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AbandonedWell it seems that this spot has been vacant for a decent amount of time, something like 15 days, but I can't be bothered to count.The past little while has been quite uneventful, except I picked up Kill Bill Vol. 1 which has proven to be quite the point of interest (one of the best movies I have seen).I bought:Thursday - War All The TimeModest Mouse - Good News For People That </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/108259696352039136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/108259696352039136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108259696352039136' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-108060845586792443</id><published>2004-03-29T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T20:20:17.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PoliticsOk, I have always been against the war in Iraq, but now I want to get more involved. I want to read as much on the topic as I can in order to get the best knowledge on the subject.Here are some interesting "tidbits" of info/quotes that I found interesting."The answer is to admit you were wrong and what I find most disturbing around Washington ... is the belief ... you can never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/108060845586792443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/108060845586792443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108060845586792443' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-108041821196060404</id><published>2004-03-27T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T15:19:59.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Ten Commandments"In the beginning, there was the word and the word was God.  And the word was good.  On the first day, God made the World. On the second day, God slacked off. God slacked off until the night of the sixth day and figured that maybe it'd be good if he created some stuff in his image. So God pulled an all-nighter, and God made Man. Originally, Man was to be ten feet tall, to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/108041821196060404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/108041821196060404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108041821196060404' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-107993127074056337</id><published>2004-03-21T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T23:58:32.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Top 10At this late hour as I think how I will pass the time, I think it would be interesting to colaborate my thoughts and make 4 lists. Top 10 Songs, Artists, Games and Movies. THIS IS HOW MUCH TIME I HAVE.Tonight I will only do the Artists and Movies.Top 10 Movies10. Lost in Translation09. School of Rock08. Dogma07. Matrix Reloaded06. Star Wars: Return of the Jedi05. Ghost in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107993127074056337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107993127074056337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107993127074056337' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-107915632000361010</id><published>2004-03-12T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T00:43:51.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sayonaraToday was a pretty crazy day, filled with lots of work in the beginning followed by lots of waiting, walking, illegal actions, driving, and movie watching.It began very early at 7 a.m when I arose from slumber and put on my BRAND NEW EMO GLASSES (WOOOO YEAH!!!). I then proceeded to an appointment I had (the reason I got up so goddamn early). I then came home and cleaned my mothers car.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107915632000361010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107915632000361010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107915632000361010' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-107836840466386948</id><published>2004-03-03T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T21:50:17.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Unforunate EndingsToday was a sad day, today was a day when I had to depart with one of my loves...snowboard club. This is the 3rd year I have been in it (crazy newbs who just joined this year) and I have loved thy time oh so very much. Depart only long enough for my to join again next year. But I still have clear skies from here on in because I am visiting the strange and uncivilized lands (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107836840466386948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107836840466386948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107836840466386948' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-107794608349342362</id><published>2004-02-28T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T19:05:34.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aw yeah, the TV tuner is going good, with many beneficial uses, like ripping music videos and playing my vintage NES on my computer. You can even take screen shots! w00t!Anyway, on with my night. First a Title!People Are People(soleed one, eh cam!)Tonight was a good night, well mostly, I must say. It started with my goddamn accounting test, which was a complete waste of time, and Ryan and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107794608349342362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107794608349342362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107794608349342362' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-107750952237689906</id><published>2004-02-22T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T23:17:16.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LayoutTonight I wasn't into the whole "do my homework" kind of attitude, because I never am, and I decided to make a new layout for my blog. It has been going good and I have run into some problems, but with my trusty sidekick, Queen Mimi, she has helped me along the way towards my ultimate goal...Destroying the Ad at the top!Not that I hate it, per say, but its blocking my way towards my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107750952237689906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107750952237689906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107750952237689906' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-107689928930758359</id><published>2004-02-15T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T23:21:44.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Valentine's Day from a Valentine's Day Cynic!Well, yesterday was eventful to say the least. Its unbelievable entertainment for 3 certain soleed individuals began a few days before on Thursday as i can remember. It started with Jodi wanting to go out for lunch and I decided to tag along. I hadn't talked to Jodi really well in a while, but the walk to and from Tim's really made me ponder why I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107689928930758359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107689928930758359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107689928930758359' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-107638676032416090</id><published>2004-02-09T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T22:50:49.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AddictedI know that the philosophy of life that I have chosen, is about being clean, not being bound down by intoxicating chemicals and addiction, yet there are a few things in life that I cannot live without...that I am addicted to.I am addicted to:The OC                                                          (a show)Milky Sporks                                                   (a forum</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107638676032416090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107638676032416090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107638676032416090' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-107525553470286450</id><published>2004-01-27T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T22:51:20.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Music     There are things in life that change you. There things in life you take for granted and yet there are things that people just marvel about. For the latter, that thing for me is Music. I do not know when it started, but ever since it did, I have, like so many other people, been pulled into its force and cast into its light. With nothing to do or say, and just to listen.      There</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107525553470286450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107525553470286450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107525553470286450' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-107500745298736391</id><published>2004-01-24T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T00:13:18.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>back to schooltoday was a rather LkLaLtLeOsOgOaOrNdNeNnNsGuGcGkGs (see if u can break the code...lol) day at work place. lowe got his van which was quite cool and he got some high quality LOBLAWS for lunch...mmm chicken and baked potato wedges. work finished and lowe and i drove to my house with From Autumn To Ashes blazing. o, i highly recommend them, good band. so we arrive and i find some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107500745298736391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107500745298736391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107500745298736391' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-107474313799043128</id><published>2004-01-21T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T22:47:39.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We Used To Be Friendstoday was a long, long day filled with sittings and walkings. it started out bright and early with a world history exam. this exam was long, and not fun, and to add to the "unfunness" our teacher told us that the school was out of lined paper so we had to write on blank sheets. THATS RITE, BLANK PAPER. yeah so i finished that test and was out for the day, attempting to find</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107474313799043128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107474313799043128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107474313799043128' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-107444130815626630</id><published>2004-01-18T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T10:57:05.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Silver and Coldyesterday was kuldips party. it was good times. we played video games, went to the park and pushed people over, had an ass slapping fest, watched underworld, playing games, and a random disappearing act which never worked on anyone...there were also lots of really, really funny jokes that popped up throughout the night, and i give honourable mentions to Cam with his (directed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107444130815626630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107444130815626630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107444130815626630' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-107420257557771135</id><published>2004-01-15T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T16:39:57.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DIE MTV, and all your teeny bopper dickholes.i did this quiz cause i found it on Ro's site. it was amazing, and i scored well. take the quiz if u think you know REAL music...o and HIGH FIDELITY KICKS ASSGood. You know your music. You should be able towork at Championship Vinyl with Rob, Dick andBarry Do You Know Your Music (Sorry MTV Generation I Doubt You Can Handle This One) brought to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107420257557771135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107420257557771135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107420257557771135' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-107404025376379786</id><published>2004-01-13T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T22:53:27.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"shoveling fun in the winter cold"today was a rather uneventful day, filled with classes in which i just sit there and pretend i am paying attention. the funniest part of my day would have to have been chem. class where graeme was close to falling asleep about 4 times. he would slowly fall closer to the desk and his eyes would shut as if they had weighed 10,000 pounds. Cam, Britney and i found </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107404025376379786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107404025376379786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107404025376379786' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-107384263871595404</id><published>2004-01-11T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T12:38:21.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quizboti did a couple of random quizzes this morning cause i was bored...these are the results:Fight Club! What movie Do you Belong in?(many different outcomes!) brought to you by QuizillaYou are Form 0, Phoenix: The Eternal."And The Phoenix's cycle had reachedzenith, so he consumed himself in fire.  Heemerged from his own ashes, to be foreverimmortal."Some examples of the Phoenix Form</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107384263871595404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107384263871595404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107384263871595404' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-107380174664866265</id><published>2004-01-11T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T01:16:07.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the future is x-rated (long live MGB)today was a fun one...ugg (o the sarcasm). i got up really early (8) and went to work. the morning was pretty good, i was working, but not straining myself. then at around 1, kate decided to show up. this was when the "fun" started. we basically fixed up a few displays and cleaned a whole lotta shit. i also had to move all the statues in the way. by 6, my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107380174664866265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107380174664866265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107380174664866265' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-107371441582813009</id><published>2004-01-10T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T01:05:07.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...when mall security attackstoday was a rather uneventful day filled with a few empty classes and a little trip down memory lane in chemistry. we talked for about 10-20min about our good old teachers as william armstrong (my public school). it was quite humorous, as we continued to make fun of our old teachers, mr. steiner just continued to laugh and mock how dumb they were with us. it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107371441582813009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107371441582813009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107371441582813009' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6304118.post-107361812565209430</id><published>2004-01-08T22:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T01:02:47.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the quiet things that no one ever knowstoday, i was exceptionally bored at home, avoiding my dreaded media hw and bio quiz (which i will end up getting to sometime in the future). so i decided to start a blog again (first attempts with sean went ok for about a week, then lowe entered, and it failed). So basically this is what i have come up to so far and its ok for now.afterschool, chris, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107361812565209430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6304118/posts/default/107361812565209430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://millencolin09.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107361812565209430' title=''/><author><name>Andy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03729159434733417109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
