<?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-18343157</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:31:58.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the fuckits</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>shandar</name><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>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113687959299996401</id><published>2006-01-10T01:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T01:53:22.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/vu%26nico.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/vu%26nico.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I dont do too much blogging, these days...&lt;br /&gt;I was going to do an album review list of 2005 like everyone else&lt;br /&gt;but i decided not too, cos i dont really see myself in the "scene" , what the hell do i know?&lt;br /&gt;instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTists &amp; MUSICians CAME TOGETHER in 1967&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my favorite albums was produced by the pop artist king Andy Warhol for the VELVET UNDERGROUND &amp;amp; NICO.  Warhol used $700 of his own, and $800 from Norman Dolph (x-columbia records executive) to produce the record.  It was Warhols idea to bring NICO in, he told Lou Reed to write some parts for her to sing.  She appeared on 3 songs, "femme fatale", "All Tommarow's Parties" and "Ill be your mirror."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"The only time friction came in was when [filmmaker and Warhol associate] Paul Morrissey thought Nico should sing everything," said Morrison. "The problem was not with what Nico sang when she did sing. The problem was what to have Nico do when she wasn't singing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The record became nicknamed "the banana" because of the cover art of which was by Warhol himself.  The record was released in 1967.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICO went on her own way before the album was released and released her own solo album Chelsea girl with producer John Cale.  She does not take any writing credits on this album.  Working also as a model/actress, NICO doesnt make another album until 1981, Drama of Exile, of which she does write all but 3 songs.  NICO died a weird death (mystery oOoOoO), you can read about it here : http://smironne.free.fr/NICO/bio.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                 &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/chels0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/chels0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div id="mid"&gt;         &lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One More Chance                            &lt;br /&gt;(Nico)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Give awareness and some light&lt;br /&gt;To the darkness outside&lt;br /&gt;A roof above my head might just be right&lt;br /&gt;For such a tender night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Give awareness and some light&lt;br /&gt;To the darkness outside&lt;br /&gt;A roof above my head might just be right&lt;br /&gt;For such a tender night tender night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The bridge will show you how to fall&lt;br /&gt;More than one good person you can call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                                &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stepping on the stairway&lt;br /&gt;Climbing up the wall&lt;br /&gt;Has the man I told you about&lt;br /&gt;Stopped in here or called ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stepping on the stairway&lt;br /&gt;climbing up the wall&lt;br /&gt;Has the man I told you about&lt;br /&gt;Stopped in here or called ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Was it the right moment to lift his head&lt;br /&gt;And did he see that you are mad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seven daughters and one son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113687959299996401?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113687959299996401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113687959299996401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113687959299996401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113687959299996401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-dont-do-too-much-bloggin_113687959299996401.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113633371899792705</id><published>2006-01-03T18:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T18:15:19.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/de_1_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/de_1_b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EBAY Steals:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sale:  1976 Air guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This authentic air guitar was passed down through decades of family and friends. It has had a truely remarkable past and still to this day can rock like no other. It was created in the mid 70's and then soon mastered on April 28, 1977. On that date the guitar had the opportunity of a lifetime. It was in the presence of the four most magical musicians in the world......thats correct, it was being rocked on ever so hard alongside with Led Zeppelin at the Destroyer II concert in Cleveland, Ohio. There is an old rumor that tells of Mr. Jimmy Page himself stopping in mid solo during Achilles Last Stand, and letting the heavenly sounds of this air guitar take over... Be it as it may this guitar is strictly for hard-core fans who know the ways of an air guitar. Since its days in the 70's it has been in two air bands, and caught the eye of many great bands including Styx (5 times), Uriah Heep (rules!), and Kansas (where it was actually played better than the band's guitars). So think about the embarrassment you'll have when a radically hellacious guitar solo breaks out, and your without this majestic instrument. Winning bidder pays no shipping as it can be compacted into a single envelope. (guitar case not included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Sale: One Slightly Used Size 12 Wedding Gown. Only worn twice: Once at the wedding and once for these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Make: Victoria&lt;br /&gt;  Style: 611&lt;br /&gt;  Size: 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Divorce forces sale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I found my ex-wife's wedding dress in the attic when I moved. She took the $4000 engagement ring but left the dress. I was actually going to have a dress burning party when the divorce became final, but my sister talked me out of it. She said, "That’s such a gorgeous dress. Some lucky girl would be glad to have it. You should sell it on EBay. At least get something back for it." So, this is what I’m doing. I’m selling it hoping to get enough money for maybe a couple of Mariners tickets and some beer. This dress cost me $1200 that my drunken sot of an ex-father-in-law swore up and down he would pay for but didn’t so I got stuck with the bill. Luckily I only got stuck with his daughter for 5 years. Thank the Lord we didn't have kids. If they would have turned out like her or her family I would have slit my wrists. Anyway, it’s a really nice dress as you can see in the pictures. Personally, I think it looks like a $1200 shower curtain, but what do I know about this. We tried taking pictures of this lovely white garment but it didn’t look right on the hanger as you can see, so my sister says, "You need a model." Well, quite frankly my sister isn’t exactly small, (like a size 12 is?) so she wouldn’t pose for the picture. Seeing as I have sworn off women for the time being and I ain’t friends with any, it left me holding the bag. I took the liberty of blacking out my face - not to protect the ex-wife but to protect me from my bar buddies and co-workers finding out about it. I would never live it down. Actually I didn’t think my head would fit in the neck hole, but then I figured she got her Texas cheerleader hair through there I could get my head in it. Though, after looking at the pictures, I thought it made me look fat. How do you women wear this crap? I only had to walk 3 feet and I tripped twice. Don’t worry ladies - I am wearing clothes on underneath it. I gotta say it did make me feel very pretty. So if it can make me feel pretty, it can make you feel pretty, especially on the most important day of your life, right? Anyway, I was told to say it has a train and a veil and all kinds of shiny beady things. I think it's funny that one picture makes it look like the chest plate off an Imperial Storm Trooper. Did I mention that all I want is a ball game and beer? Cheap at twice the price. Ladies, you won’t regret this. You may regret the dude you marry but not the dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/ebaygown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/ebaygown.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113633371899792705?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113633371899792705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113633371899792705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113633371899792705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113633371899792705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2006/01/ebay-steals-for-sale-1976-air-guitar.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113625090524292859</id><published>2006-01-02T18:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T14:42:43.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'we're gunna rename ourselves the fuckits'&lt;br /&gt;so people have often asked, "what does the fuckits mean?" and "why the fuckits?"&lt;br /&gt;well, let me tell youuu-&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever come to a point in your life where you feel like you put so much effort into everything, and care way too much about things and other people? Usually this feeling happens when you feel like all of your efforts have not shown anything. You feel- useless. You feel like giving up. And sometimes maybe you have.  But it wasnt too long lasting and you came back around to your senses again. Mostly because you got the feeling of who cares? Ill do what I want, and I dont need to feel appreciated from anyone or rewarded from anything.  Basically, its like saying fuck it. just live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113625090524292859?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113625090524292859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113625090524292859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113625090524292859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113625090524292859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2006/01/were-gunna-rename-ourselves-fuckits-so.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113486440011949968</id><published>2005-12-17T17:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T18:06:43.256-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dumb girls make dumb girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to pick out a dumb girl (yes I know it is hard):&lt;br /&gt;-they are on the phone always, if not then texting  even when out with other people&lt;br /&gt;-all conversation is focused on people they know or dont know&lt;br /&gt;-they pretend to know what you are talking about and they make up lies about themselves&lt;br /&gt;-they wear white pants&lt;br /&gt;-they check thier reflection through windows&lt;br /&gt;-they cant walk anywhere because of the shoes they wore&lt;br /&gt;-they like what the majority likes&lt;br /&gt;-they like mtv and E!&lt;br /&gt;-they have bad taste in movies, like the worst chick flicks ever made&lt;br /&gt;-they have to have a boyfriend all the time because they do not know the meaning of independent.&lt;br /&gt;-yet if you you ask them if they are independent they will say yes, and to them that means they went out shopping by themselves once&lt;br /&gt;-they will always be late&lt;br /&gt;-they do not go anywhere without any makeup, even if its to the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;-they own way too many shoes and purses&lt;br /&gt;-they have the lamest excuses for not being somewhere, usually it is because they found something cooler to do with people they do not know&lt;br /&gt;-when they have a boyfriend they shout it to the world and will take hundreds of pictures of them and thier boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;-if they are in a longterm relationship then the boyfriend is just as bad as they are. otherwise their relationships are as short as michael jackson's come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the things DUMB girls do as girlfriends:&lt;br /&gt;-they will call you and leave you annoying messages&lt;br /&gt;-they will say things that they really do not mean...&lt;br /&gt;-and then they get mad for you for doing what they said&lt;br /&gt;-they secretly think that they are hot and can get any guy whether or not in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;-they will talk to thier friends about guys that are hot&lt;br /&gt;-they freak out if you did not call them back after an hour went by&lt;br /&gt;-they will usually try to turn friends against friends&lt;br /&gt;-and ruin any current roommate/living situation&lt;br /&gt;-they expect to celebrate every fn holiday (even monthly anniversarys) and every gift is based on a dollar amount&lt;br /&gt;-they cry a lot and about stupid things&lt;br /&gt;-they think about marriage after 2 monthes&lt;br /&gt;-they think about babies after 2.5 monthes&lt;br /&gt;-they think waaay too much&lt;br /&gt;-they will date you to get to your best friend&lt;br /&gt;-they will dump you before you break up with them&lt;br /&gt;-and then they will call looking to get back together&lt;br /&gt;-they need attention not just from you but from everyone&lt;br /&gt;-they are evil in general and the reason for a bad relationship&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113486440011949968?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113486440011949968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113486440011949968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113486440011949968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113486440011949968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/12/dumb-girls-make-dumb-girlfriends.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113471558924649914</id><published>2005-12-16T00:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T12:03:00.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>about 5 days past due-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVIEW ON IRON &amp; WINE with CALEXICO at CONGRESS THEATER&lt;br /&gt;Surprised by the line up, origionally thought that the show was only the two bands seperate with a set together at the end to promote thier new colaborative cd, In the Reins.  However, the show involved 5 bands and 6 total sets.  And the show wasnt really 6 different sets, more like one long fest because musicians were popping on and off the stage depending on the song.  At one point, Sam Beam (Iron and Wine) walked onto the stage to join a Chicago native indie rock/ blues band, Red Red Meat.  At first he just stood there smoking a cig all chill like.  He was holding a piece of paper and began singing/reading from it.  He wasnt really on with how the lyrics were to be sung- but no one really cared because it was Sam. and he is amazing.  Among the bands that performed was Salvador Duram, a hispanic operatic singer/harmonica/guitar/clicking noises with the mouth dude.  Following was the amazing brother/sister act-Sarah and Sam Beam.  Thier soft voices combined wit the melancholy melodies of soft indie rock was the highlight of the night.  The favorite track performed was an oldie, Southern Anthem.  Near the end of the show, Iron and Wine joined with Salvador Duran and Calexico to turn a one time live performance.  The last song performed was lead by Sarah and Sam Beam along with Joey Burns from Calexico all nailing the vocals together.  Successful persuasion to get ahold of the In the Rein colarborative cd.  All in all, the show was interesting and came off very expierimental. Like a music fest, really long. And  I stood the whole time, so I was getting kinda antsy near the end, but all in all the best thing going down on a Sunday evening in Chicago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113471558924649914?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113471558924649914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113471558924649914' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113471558924649914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113471558924649914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/12/about-5-days-past-due-review-on-iron.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113384564998162479</id><published>2005-12-05T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T23:07:29.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/wicked-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/wicked-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVIEW ON WICKED.&lt;br /&gt;The popular play here in Chicago is the untold story of the wicked witch of Oz; the relationship between the bad witch and the good witch.  The story fills in the gaps, where did the scarecrow come from?  what is up with the red shoes? why is the wicked witch green? and who really is tin man?  If the story doesnt keep you interested, the costumes and set design will. My eyes were wandering all night viewing the old oriental interior of french baroque and then to the creative dark and transforming set.  I loved the group in sync dancing.  It reminded me of a grease thing yet for wizards and witches.   I dont remember any play being so fascinating. Well I've only been to two, A christmas Carol, and Beauty and the Beast...they blew.   Yet now I am so physced to go see more plays, and I am considereing set design, how neat that would be, just think no governmental projects, no developers, just pure need of creativity. I think I'm in love, or temporarily obsessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113384564998162479?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113384564998162479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113384564998162479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113384564998162479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113384564998162479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/12/review-on-wicked.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113376576890873071</id><published>2005-12-04T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T13:03:14.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry ive been asleep for 979 hours...i thought this would make up for it, if not then then leave me a dirty voicemail threatening to kidnap my baby doll janie ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHANNONS ACADEMY AWARDS weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL TIME TOP FAVORITE MOVIE (even tho it came out like a year ago, it still surpasses everything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/garden_state.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/garden_state.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;garden state- if u dont agree then ur just dumb.&lt;br /&gt;nah  ha ha ha.&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;ALL TIME FUCKING WORST MOVIE EVER!!! !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/1896-X5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/1896-X5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i actually sat  thru this whole thing and paid for it, so bad!&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/hartnett-josh-photo-xxl-josh-hartnett-and-julia-stiles-6224233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/hartnett-josh-photo-xxl-josh-hartnett-and-julia-stiles-6224233.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ALL TIME HOTTEST ACTOR with the ALL TIME BEST  ACTRESS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;josh hartnett and julia stiles (shes my bff no doubt)&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/JackBlack_Kambo_930048_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/JackBlack_Kambo_930048_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ALL TIME MOST FUCKING RAD COMEDIAN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAck BlaCK &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its a cosby sweater....a COSBY SWEATAR!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"take two of those chickenmcnuggets and stick them up your ass, i only want a 4 chickenmcnugget cos im watching my figure"&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/john-cusak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/john-cusak.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANDS DOWN THE BEST ACTOR TO BE LIVING RIGHT NOW!!! ( and he lives in Chicago, woot woot!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JohN CuSACK!&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/jerry_maguire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/jerry_maguire.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;im totally annoyed of this guy and i dont see how this movie is any good...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     MOST ANNOYING ACTOR oF 2005 AWARD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113376576890873071?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113376576890873071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113376576890873071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113376576890873071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113376576890873071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/12/sorry-ive-been-asleep-for-979-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113323181012708476</id><published>2005-11-28T20:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T20:36:50.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If music is your life, then your life will make sense here...&lt;br /&gt;www.music-map.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113323181012708476?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113323181012708476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113323181012708476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113323181012708476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113323181012708476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-music-is-your-life-then-your-life.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113316057793283058</id><published>2005-11-28T00:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T10:57:17.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>everyone should get a 17" wide comp screen because my site looks better.&lt;br /&gt;I am extremely dissapointed with how everything turns out on the standard 14-15"&lt;br /&gt;basically bigger is better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113316057793283058?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113316057793283058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113316057793283058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113316057793283058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113316057793283058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/11/everyone-should-get-17-wide-comp.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113282191870755019</id><published>2005-11-24T02:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T02:45:18.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/DSC01171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/DSC01171.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really thankful I have such great friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your thanksgiving day! eat eat eat! yummmmm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113282191870755019?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113282191870755019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113282191870755019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113282191870755019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113282191870755019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-really-thankful-i-have-such-great.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113262803842445152</id><published>2005-11-21T23:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T20:54:33.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/richiehilton.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/richiehilton.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/richiehilton.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/richiehilton.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/richiehilton.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/richiehilton.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;"hey look at me! Im beautiful! I Know people and People Know ME! You can call me a SOCIALITE because I dont have any other talents besides making the scene. And Im proud of that! Hey, everyone secretley hates me, but I think thats just fabulous! I crave attention and when I dont get it, well I always get it, but if I need more Ill just do something to get the attention back on me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, this is a rant, sorry just came back from a social funtion...I hate those whos who scenes, the world would be a better place with less people like this in it. yep thats it for today. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113262803842445152?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113262803842445152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113262803842445152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113262803842445152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113262803842445152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/11/hey-look-at-me-im-beautiful-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113252438247844296</id><published>2005-11-20T16:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T16:06:58.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/pillowfight_close_orange_hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/pillowfight_close_orange_hair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/62985160_5dced13a95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/62985160_5dced13a95.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im calling a city wide pillow fight at Federal Plaza. Bring your network and your feathers, it should be a dandy hell of a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113252438247844296?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113252438247844296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113252438247844296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113252438247844296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113252438247844296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-calling-city-wide-pillow-fight-at.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113184505632165805</id><published>2005-11-19T19:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T17:27:05.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man Kills Buck With Bare Hands in Bedroom  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;BENTONVILLE, Ark.   For 40 exhausting minutes, Wayne Goldsberry battled a buck with his bare hands in his daughter's bedroom. Goldsberry finally subdued the five-point whitetail deer that crashed through a bedroom window at his daughter's home Friday. When it was over, blood splattered the walls and the deer lay dead on the bedroom floor, its neck broken.  Goldsberry was at his daughter's home when he heard glass breaking. He went back to check on the noise and found the deer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was standing about like this peeking around the corner when the deer came out of the bedroom," said Goldsberry. The deer ran down the hall and into the master bedroom — "jumping back and forth across the bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goldsberry, about 6-feet-1 and 200 pounds, entered the bedroom to confront the deer and, after a brief struggle, emerged to tell his wife to call police. After returning to the bedroom, the fight continued. Goldsberry finally was able to grip the animal and twist its neck, killing it.  Goldsberry, sore from the struggle, dragged the dead animal out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He got kicked several times. He was walking bowlegged for a while," Deputy Doug Gay said.At this time of year, a buck that sees its reflection in a window often charges, believing it is fighting off a rival, Gay said. Goldsberry had the deer butchered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's in the freezer," the man said before walking to the kitchen and showing off pounds of freshly wrapped venison.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113184505632165805?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113184505632165805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113184505632165805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113184505632165805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113184505632165805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/11/man-kills-buck-with-bare-hands-in.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113228683801732279</id><published>2005-11-17T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T22:07:18.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a sad day.  Ive come to the realization that I can no longer ride my bike to work/class/grocery store/tattoo parlor- Its just too damn cold. This morning I seriously thought I had frostbite and would never have feeling in my fingers again.   And then, on the way home from work my eyes were tearing cos of the cold. I was blazing through an intersection until a car nearly hit me! I guess he didnt see me cos Im not a safe bike rider and I do not wear any of the flashy blinkers at nite....so I almost died. He was inches away-seriously. I mean I was freaked out, but I was still flippen cold so I just concentrated on getting home. I didnt even lock my bike up, I just ran up the stairs into my apt. and cried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113228683801732279?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113228683801732279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113228683801732279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113228683801732279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113228683801732279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/11/today-is-sad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113218757090462676</id><published>2005-11-16T18:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T18:32:50.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b139/shanban88/Make-love-not-war.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b139/shanban88/Make-love-not-war.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113218757090462676?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113218757090462676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113218757090462676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113218757090462676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113218757090462676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113210708864445179</id><published>2005-11-16T01:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T00:25:20.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyday is an adventure. Today I woke up late with an eye infection again! I called into work- I need to get this checked out. I was on my way to the doctor's-I had to catch a train out to the burbs. It was pouring-I was on my bike.  I locked it up outside Olgive, hoping it would be there when I got back, and ran up the escalator to the train.  The mother closed its doors while I tried prying them open.  The conductors looked away with a smirk.  I saw the people on the train were watching my defeat.  SO i gave an encore of a performance showing frustration with a kick, a punch and let out a "arrhhh!"  Then I turned and walked away to sit in the station for 2 hours to wait for the next train.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113210708864445179?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113210708864445179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113210708864445179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113210708864445179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113210708864445179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/11/everyday-is-adventure.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113210655027052880</id><published>2005-11-15T13:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T00:07:41.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was walking home from the doctor's last night. It wasn't a really fascinating walk, Irving Park rd. and Cicero, kind of a blah neighborhood.  But I was listening to my music at the same time and I was content with the long walk in the rain- I enjoyed it. Maybe its my "spiritual thing," as Jane likes to put it.  Im not that spiritual, but maybe. I was talking about the music thing with a friend as he put on his headphones and got ready for a long walk.&lt;br /&gt;"Its like your own soundtrack"&lt;br /&gt;"exactly!"  &lt;br /&gt;It sounds silly, but I'm a simple girl, I like simple things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113210655027052880?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113210655027052880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113210655027052880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113210655027052880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113210655027052880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-was-walking-home-from-doctors-last.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113194661321838662</id><published>2005-11-13T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T19:58:08.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>88DESIGNSONLINE IS ONLINE!!! check out my shit/work...&lt;br /&gt;a link is up above, yeah the one at the top of the list, &lt;br /&gt;oh yeah...who wants to party?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113194661321838662?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113194661321838662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113194661321838662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113194661321838662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113194661321838662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/11/88designsonline-is-online-check-out-my.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113187059426783244</id><published>2005-11-13T02:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T02:29:54.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Going out in boystown is not a good thing. It is weird, guys dont hit on you, they hit on your guy friends. So we went to this bar known as Cocktails, and there was a guy who was a gogo dancer.  I mentioned to my friends that he was hot, so one gave me a dollar to give to him while he danced...and I did. I was giggling like a little girl the whole time, he told me I was cute and kissed my shoulder?? of course my friends wanted to "hook me up" so they told him that i thought he was hot and aparently he said he was straight, odd.... who is straight and dances for guys? i dunno. He said I was too young for him, wtf, only 3 years! but then as my new friend monica said to me, you dont want a guy who dances at some gay bar-this is true...but he was so hot...oh well.&lt;br /&gt;and he has a website, i dont want a guy with a website haha www.playwithblake.com&lt;br /&gt;haha yeah check that shit out and then laugh as I did. oh, fuck saturday nights in boystown...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113187059426783244?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113187059426783244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113187059426783244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113187059426783244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113187059426783244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/11/going-out-in-boystown-is-not-good.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113182971547311863</id><published>2005-11-12T14:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T15:08:35.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Escorting Ms. Popoluar to college keggar party followed by the grand exit by the smoke bomb bandits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night started out with hookah up in Wicker. After an hour we were there, we were infomed of the $30 minimum charge/person rule-so we booked it.   Flew into UIC college town, aka taylor st. and went up into an apt with a bunch of people i dont know. Then a girl yelled, "get the fuck out of my house, I dont care if I know you or not, get out"  so this obviously called for a  double stink bomb plant. &lt;br /&gt;"who farted?"&lt;br /&gt;"whats that smell?"&lt;br /&gt;After the giggles we went to "wind down" at Hawkeyes- the college bar across the street which was moderatley calm that night. Shared some stories and some beers.  Feeling too confident, the smoke bomb bandits broke another vile while walking out...not as classic as the college keggar.  Hookahs, keggars, bars and smoke bombs------thats just how we roll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113182971547311863?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113182971547311863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113182971547311863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113182971547311863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113182971547311863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/11/escorting-ms.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113176111695416355</id><published>2005-11-11T20:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T20:05:16.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>one year ago..</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I did not know what to post tonite, so this is what i posted a year ago ::::&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;how it is at the french school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the students here basically run the school. They own the studio spaces. Meaning, the professors do not go into studio, and then during class time they all meet in some other rooms. and not all students get studio space, one basically has to fight and claim space or make peace and kindle friendships with the older students because it is a huge hierarchial system here. The grad students (known as diploma students) are the one in charge of studio. as of now, I do not currently have a permentent space, I share a table with my firend Ted in studio 14, which I guess is known as the party studio (convienent how there is a party tonight). And some french students do not like us americans, they are quite bitter. I was told we have a rep to break from the previous year...maybe the americans were rowdy. And you do not really notice how loud and rowdy we are until you go to another country. Ted has been practicing his quiet voice because his voice carries really well. I have been quiet, mostly because I do not feel confident when i speak french. for an instance, the other day I said bonne journee (which means have a nce day) to my land lord and it took me 3 trys to say it in order for him to understand what I said. I must just sound stupid. I try to use some accent, not necessarily a french one but anything that doesnt sound american i figure might work but in the end I come up with something that sounds like garbilished blurred words from some other foriegn land....oh the difficulties of living in another country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight ill learn some french. you take the night off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;        &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113176111695416355?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113176111695416355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113176111695416355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113176111695416355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113176111695416355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-year-ago.html' title='one year ago..'/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113168762306619813</id><published>2005-11-10T23:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T23:52:42.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pics from a week ago, when i was atop 847 w.jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/DSC00026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/DSC00026.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;mmmmm.... fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/DSC00010.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/DSC00010.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;uic-&lt;br /&gt;looks like it might be a nice place,&lt;br /&gt;but its not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/DSC00012.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/DSC00012.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;hahahahahaha, i hate my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/DSC00080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/DSC00080.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/DSC00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/DSC00027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/DSC00081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/DSC00081.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 ve always wanted to go down one of these and i was gunna do it,&lt;br /&gt; but some lame guy parked&lt;br /&gt;his car in the yellow striped zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lame people suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113168762306619813?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113168762306619813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113168762306619813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113168762306619813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113168762306619813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/11/pics-from-week-ago-when-i-was-atop-847.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113159076552125228</id><published>2005-11-09T20:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T20:46:46.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>out of all the sad news we hear nowadays, it just gets sadder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Drunken Moose Invade Home for Elderly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; STOCKHOLM, Sweden (Nov. 8) - They rarely have problems with  drunks or rowdy animals, but residents of an elderly home in southern Sweden had  to deal with both when a pair of intoxicated moose invaded the premises.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="articleText"&gt;The moose - a cow and her calf - had become drunk over the  weekend by eating fermented apples they found outside the home in Sibbhult,  southern Sweden, said Anna Karlsson, who works there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="articleText"&gt;Police managed to scare them off once, but the large  mammals returned to get more of the tempting fruits. This time the moose were  drunk and aggressive, forcing police to send for a hunter with a dog to make  them leave.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="articleText"&gt;Police did not pursue the culprits, but made sure all  apples were picked up from the area, local police chief Bengt Hallberg said. No  one was hurt.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;11/08/05 08:38 EST&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="tinyText" id="grayText"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="arial"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Copyright 2005 The Associated Press. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113159076552125228?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113159076552125228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113159076552125228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113159076552125228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113159076552125228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/11/out-of-all-sad-news-we-hear-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113158962201504110</id><published>2005-11-09T20:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T20:27:02.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"are you sure your just not stoned?"&lt;br /&gt;"heh...hey man, stop making fun of me, heh...." I said in some stoner impersonating voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came into  work today with a red eye due to irritation.  But everyone likes a good story and and eye infection is not good enuf, so words been going around that I smoke up and they call me stoney...I hope the principle of the firm doesnt hear about this.  There would go my job offer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113158962201504110?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113158962201504110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113158962201504110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113158962201504110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113158962201504110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/11/are-you-sure-your-just-not-stoned-heh.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113150825957897110</id><published>2005-11-08T21:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T21:50:59.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>atomic bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/AtomicZombie_sky3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/AtomicZombie_sky3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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 just bought this thing off ebay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113150825957897110?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113150825957897110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113150825957897110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113150825957897110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113150825957897110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/11/atomic-bike.html' title='atomic bike'/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113149933827148244</id><published>2005-11-08T19:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T19:22:35.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>just in from versailles-------</title><content type='html'>So I asked my friend flore about all the riots that are going on in France....this is what she had to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;".. it only mostly involves the loosers in this story, youngers that are sons or  grandsons of immigrants and still can t find their place here, and still don t  understand why they re on earth.. of course unemployement, of course bad life  style.. but u always have the choice to do sthg of ur life, espacially in a  modern country..(that s my point of view, but a lot of other's!)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can I say, she's honest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113149933827148244?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113149933827148244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113149933827148244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113149933827148244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113149933827148244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-in-from-versailles.html' title='just in from versailles-------'/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113141533864190000</id><published>2005-11-08T01:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T20:03:04.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/r1456800743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/r1456800743.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/r613562268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/r613562268.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/r1823105251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/r1823105251.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/capt.dlm10911061202.france__rioting_dlm109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/capt.dlm10911061202.france__rioting_dlm109.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/1600/r3488240486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1781/345/320/r3488240486.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think to many, it seems like a different world.&lt;br /&gt;but, I use to live here.  I know people there now.&lt;br /&gt;I worry for them.  I wonder what it is like&lt;br /&gt;to walk down the street.  People are dying, I dont think lives are worth this fight.  That is how&lt;br /&gt;the french are though-riots and strikes are too&lt;br /&gt;common.  I dont think an ideal government&lt;br /&gt;exists.  Peace will never exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113141533864190000?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113141533864190000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113141533864190000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113141533864190000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113141533864190000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-think-to-many-it-seems-like.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113134634426103146</id><published>2005-11-08T00:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:52:38.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the weathers been nice here lately, extends my bike riding late in the year. I love the color of the world at this time too. I felt happy walking down taylor street tonight when I was coming home. Earlier this week I told someone this was not my home. But how could it not when I have such a feeling. u know that feeling when u get home, its like everythings okay now, i'm just with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What are four walls, anyway? They are what they contain.&lt;br /&gt;The house protects the dreamer. Unthinkably good things can&lt;br /&gt;happen, even late in the game. It's such a surprise."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113134634426103146?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113134634426103146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113134634426103146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134634426103146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134634426103146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/11/weathers-been-nice-here-lately-extends.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113117432305206339</id><published>2005-11-05T01:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T18:35:41.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty city</title><content type='html'>I spent the day surveying the roof of 847 w. jackson. Its tallest building in the west loop (i lied, skybridge is) I got to see some pretty amazing views and not to mention play with the companys camera! the funny thing is, the most beautiful area from above was uic-all the trees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113117432305206339?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113117432305206339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113117432305206339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113117432305206339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113117432305206339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/11/pretty-city.html' title='pretty city'/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113108850694419655</id><published>2005-11-04T03:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T18:36:32.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my days are brighter, yet not nicer</title><content type='html'>I almost failed out of school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113108850694419655?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113108850694419655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113108850694419655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113108850694419655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113108850694419655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-days-are-brighter-yet-not-nicer.html' title='my days are brighter, yet not nicer'/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113108743258130514</id><published>2005-11-03T00:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T00:57:12.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to confess, I did not vote this past election.  I do not have much of an excuse except for the effort to vote outweighed the decision of how to vote. I was apethetic at the time. Wasnt in the country, could care less really. Because I knew either way, it wouldnt make too huge of a difference.  And people say, it was the vote of the lesser evil, but I did not think there was a lesser evil, at the time.  Since then, I've come to realize that a lot of countries dislike and rally against thier own government.  And a lot of countries were really involved with our country's politics.  Many times the French would ask me about my thoughts, I prefered not to talk.  I didnt realize how much I disliked our country until I came home.  I thought that the way we live was ridiculous.  We are obsessed with having and wanting everything.  We are ignorant, materialistic, egotistical, greedy and brainwashed.  I hated it.  And I thought, why is it this way? is it our government? The republicans have money, they do not want to share thier money.  The democrats have money, they want you to believe they want to share money, yet you have to give them money first before you see any sharing.  So whos better? Who is right? Are there alternative solutions? so I decided to study and find out about all political parties and what they stand for.  I answered a few questions and I seem to fall somewhere as what they label a left libertarian.  which means I for the most part agree with liberal viewpoints on personal issues and right for economic issues such as small government.  Seems to fit, yet I dont think I like to be labeled or side with any group.  I attended an anti-bush convention today.  I did not go as a democrat. I went as someone who disapproves with the bush program.   Yeah the large issues at hand, the war, katrina victims, social security, taxes are important things to consider. But for some reason not at my attention.  I feel passionate about environmental issues, free trade, our health, and international colaboration,  which is why I will finish my degree in architecture. Why I decided to study in the direction of sustainable urban design. and why I want to make a difference in our living environment by actually doing something about it.  The government controls a lot of things, yet there are more people in this world, our knowledge could surpass physical power.  Plus, the good guys always win in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113108743258130514?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113108743258130514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113108743258130514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113108743258130514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113108743258130514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-have-to-confess-i-did-not-vote-this.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113080071157866740</id><published>2005-10-31T17:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T14:47:52.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the automatic door</title><content type='html'>In my crazy day of tracking down people and meeting with them to try to "figure things out" I walked into this building to meet with a professor. This boy who was walking out much steps in front of me, pushed the handicap button to open the door. I was confused because no one was behind him, and he was not going back in. I did not realize until the door opened in perfect timing as I approached it that he pushed it for me...and I glanced back and he gave a half glance back, and kept walking away. it was weird- but nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113080071157866740?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113080071157866740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113080071157866740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113080071157866740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113080071157866740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/10/automatic-door.html' title='the automatic door'/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113057206239886919</id><published>2005-10-30T01:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T14:48:01.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday night smiles-</title><content type='html'>I think we were the only ones who noticed, but hilarious man. stupid small things that put a smile on your face and allow you push everything aside and just enjoy life at the momment. It was one of those nights. I like friends, I like meeting new people who are real and nice, I like seeing people that I have not seen in forever. I dont like weird shit, so i left it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113057206239886919?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113057206239886919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113057206239886919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113057206239886919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113057206239886919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/10/saturday-night-smiles.html' title='saturday night smiles-'/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113039326362865255</id><published>2005-10-29T01:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T12:04:34.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>when im home-</title><content type='html'>when im home&lt;br /&gt;I've been so sleepy and tired of everything and bored lately. I need an adrenaline rush bad. Maybe I'll see what the highest stair I can jump off is again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113039326362865255?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113039326362865255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113039326362865255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113039326362865255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113039326362865255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-im-home.html' title='when im home-'/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113039293550559516</id><published>2005-10-27T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T14:45:57.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>that polish can of beer he gave me-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened up a can of beer, went down to the street and screamed. it was cuz the sox won, I did not watch the game, but I thought the screaming was fun. yeah, riots in the streets of chicago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113039293550559516?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113039293550559516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113039293550559516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113039293550559516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113039293550559516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/10/that-polish-can-of-beer-he-gave-me.html' title='that polish can of beer he gave me-'/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113134030681141079</id><published>2005-10-23T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:11:46.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so brought my game at dodgeball today and bowling last night. scores:113 and 108 a few gutter balls and a few strikes, thats how i play.   come to think of it, my life is like that, im always gutterballs or strikes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113134030681141079?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113134030681141079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113134030681141079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134030681141079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134030681141079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-brought-my-game-at-dodgeball-today.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113134039709249396</id><published>2005-10-10T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T14:45:26.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"oh by the way, your grandmother passed friday"&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to come down on me all at once. Nothing went right today, with school, work and life...my grandmother passed friday and my parents nor I found out until today. Somethings in my family are so f'd up. but we pretend everything is okay by not seeing most of them. so is that how i should handle problems? if you cant solve it, ignore it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113134039709249396?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113134039709249396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113134039709249396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134039709249396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134039709249396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/10/oh-by-way-your-grandmother-passed.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113134035215755953</id><published>2005-10-09T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:12:32.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I dont know what it is or why, but I am so happy when im with friends. I think Ive missed them so much. It was a total reunion weekend and I loved it. I wish it were like how it was back in those days, dont go away! why did we all go away and ruin it? well i suppose we will grow and diverse from one another, but once you can laugh with someone I think you always will have that connection no matter who, when or where you are- friends are amazing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113134035215755953?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113134035215755953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113134035215755953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134035215755953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134035215755953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dont-know-what-it-is-or-why-but-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113134054499768004</id><published>2005-10-07T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:15:44.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>flippin ebay&lt;br /&gt;so i bought this german dress getup thing from ebay...I thought it would be an authentic drndl dress and i was getting adeal...ah no...but the thing came today and i was so excited to open the box...I took out the dress and it was sersiously made to fit a 10 yr old girl. so i tried it on anyway, just in case i amazingly shrunk but heh no, and it wasnt a pretty site, alll awkward and shit, so now im gunna have to be an ebay seller....why did i buy this thing in the first place? im not really sure....no acutally it was one of the many halloween ideas that i have, hmm okay moving onto plan b.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113134054499768004?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113134054499768004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113134054499768004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134054499768004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134054499768004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/10/flippin-ebay-so-i-bought-this-german.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113134045494896558</id><published>2005-10-05T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:14:14.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this calls for some serious seriousness&lt;br /&gt;I have no time for anything, it seriously sucks. like I want a social life and to just hang low, but I have to do all this unexpected school work. Unexpected cuz i thougth this semester would be a breeze, ah i knew i shoulda dropped the 400 level art history course. well well here we go again, in school and not doing good, what happened to me...i used to be so smart? and i really think that i developed add...cuz i just sit there and stair at the book and my mind is like fifty mega lightning years away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113134045494896558?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113134045494896558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113134045494896558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134045494896558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134045494896558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-calls-for-some-serious.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113134050199904789</id><published>2005-10-03T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:15:02.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i like to sing, but I cant sing in groups&lt;br /&gt;okay so i started this acapella group thing...it was all random really, one week i put an add in the paper and bam, i got some people who were interested, so we met up a coupla times, and I kinda got freaked cuz everyone has sang before in some sort of choir and I, well I sing in the shower. So I dont know if im going to keep up with this group that i started...and its all really funny that i started it out of all of the people comes...they laughed at me when i said that we should all just go out to broadway st to practice....hmmm yeah i dunno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113134050199904789?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113134050199904789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113134050199904789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134050199904789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134050199904789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-like-to-sing-but-i-cant-sing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113134068444094819</id><published>2005-09-30T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:18:04.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think my plants are getting really tall&lt;br /&gt;I havent really looked at them until now but they surprisingly seem really huge. I mean I do water them, pet them, and kiss them goodnight every night before bed, but seriously...these things grow...they are those bamboo stick things. yeah everyone has one. ive named mine, mr adrian smith and senor santiago calatrava - its an architect thing i guess&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113134068444094819?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113134068444094819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113134068444094819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134068444094819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134068444094819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-think-my-plants-are-getting-really.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113134072869685953</id><published>2005-09-24T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:18:48.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>some people are great,  and some suck&lt;br /&gt;its like so awesome when someone makes your day...it could be like the smallest thing, and you dont even know that person, but they just made a dumbass out of themselves in front of you accidently and you just laugh cuz its awesome and your pretty much in a good mood for the rest of the day or when your mom makes a special trip for you to bring you food, mmmmmm...yeah those things are so good but it really sucks when you come across an asshole who maybe practically ran you over while on your on your bike and made an obscene gesture while shouting, "roads are for cars honey" or like when you keep calling a friend and they never call you back and you feel like a loser with no friends...these things are not nice, remember that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113134072869685953?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113134072869685953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113134072869685953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134072869685953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134072869685953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-people-are-great-and-some-suck.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113134082931631115</id><published>2005-07-17T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:20:29.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"we are hot and sweating, this next one is about being sweaty"&lt;br /&gt;He was an entertainer...and it was definetly a show. They were Les Savy Fav and they rocked. He would repeatedly say, "concert concert concert" as if trying to think what to do next at a concert. He stripped down to his briefs, poured beer on himself and down his crotch, threw soaked sponges out to the crowd, oh and got the whole crowd to sit on the ground while chanting, "oooh oh oh ooooh" and then we danced. It was fun, im not sure if I really paid attention to the music but I enjoyed the set along with Andrew Bird an amazing violinist/xylophone/guitarist/whisteler loop his music. and xiu xiu, and outhud were entertaining music wise. It was a very good weekend, music seems to make everything okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113134082931631115?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113134082931631115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113134082931631115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134082931631115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134082931631115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/07/we-are-hot-and-sweating-this-next-one.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113134122500524099</id><published>2005-07-14T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:27:05.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>moving back on campus&lt;br /&gt;well, its a done deal... and I now will be moving back to uic. I will miss Lincoln park (yeah i know ive only been here 2 monthes, so...) Living north was different. I liked it, but im not really sure why...well its close to belmont, wrigley, and clark st which has everything. its a convienent neighborhood...now i pondered wicker park for a bit...a little west yes, but quaint and on edge, more interesting i think...and uic well is uic. but u know maybe this time it will be different and by that i mean better. Im actually in an apartment (yeah f south campus) on taylor, the building next to als beef, 3rd floor it has nice views of the city and a back porch that wont fall off (many of the apartments we looked at did not look to safe with the back porches). oh and my roommate is Ted, hes a guy I went to school with in France, hes a grad in arch this year so i can scope out the program through him I guess...no im not using him what gave you that idea?? ha...well youll have to come visit...who are you anyway, does anyone read this thing? hmm it may go away..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113134122500524099?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113134122500524099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113134122500524099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134122500524099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134122500524099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/07/moving-back-on-campus-well-its-done.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113134099794062310</id><published>2005-07-01T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:23:17.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monster energy!!&lt;br /&gt;this is the thing of the week: Monster energy drink.&lt;br /&gt;why? well i heard this rumor that one can lose weight drinking this, and I thought that was unbeilveable so Im trying this...its like an experiment. I drink 2-3 a day and so far I have found that 2 hrs after drinking, you are down, very down..like I can not keep my eyes open. The body becomes dependent on it really. and with it, well, I really do think I have energy...I do things I always said I was going to do...yeah weird, no its not all in my head, or at least I do not think...oh im so bored..&lt;br /&gt;so the drink has:&lt;br /&gt;L-carnitine&lt;br /&gt;taurine&lt;br /&gt;ginseng&lt;br /&gt;bucha b vitamins&lt;br /&gt;10 calories??&lt;br /&gt;barely any carbs&lt;br /&gt;caffiene&lt;br /&gt;vitamin c&lt;br /&gt;riboflavin&lt;br /&gt;niacin&lt;br /&gt;sodium = MONSTER ENERGY DRINK MMMMM (I actually like the taste...I may be addicted now) so if you see a chick walking around with one of these energy drinks in hand, its prolly me.&lt;br /&gt;yet if not, ask them if you can try...they might let you and then, hah who knows what you will do....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113134099794062310?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113134099794062310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113134099794062310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134099794062310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134099794062310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/07/monster-energy-this-is-thing-of-week.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113134106196233514</id><published>2005-06-25T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:24:21.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>help! im blinded by the light!&lt;br /&gt;It must have been the smoke or something and then I kept putting my contacts back into my eyes for a week and now I have an eye infection. I guess its really bad because the eye doctor gave me her pager number and said I have to see her like 3 days from today. so I am stuck wearing these new glasses and putting eye drops in my eyes like every hour. I can not go out, I look like a freak. So I am sitting at home. I went to hobby lobby and I bought some beads. I kept myself occupied by beading necklaces. Only I do such things in my family. People here think I am weird and say that I do not belong in the family. I am not upset by that. I've seen more than they which I think is why I am different. But right now I am not seeing a whole lot. Actually this computer screen is starting to annoy me. Flourescent and bright lights are not my friend today. are they ever???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113134106196233514?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113134106196233514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113134106196233514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134106196233514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134106196233514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/06/help-im-blinded-by-light-it-must-have.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113134091467973675</id><published>2005-06-17T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:21:54.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sat next to this kid that smelled&lt;br /&gt;when I took my midterm exam today...the smell was slowly killing my brain cells, I think that is why I could not think towards the end. It was like my brain cells were screaming for oxygen. It reminds me of that one time that I was put to sleep when I had my teeth pulled. They gave me some laughing gas and I didnt like it, so I started snorting it out instead of breathing it in. What I did not realize was that I was breathing it in after each blow out...and I was gone. I had to do that today, just not breathe in...but I did, you know...you just can not not breathe in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113134091467973675?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113134091467973675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113134091467973675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134091467973675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134091467973675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-sat-next-to-this-kid-that-smelled.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113134134781300211</id><published>2005-06-15T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:29:07.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All this stuff...&lt;br /&gt;why did I decide to take summer classes? Seriously the idea failed the past two summers. I am not in the mood to sit in a class that I do not give two shits about. I need this to graduate. But all I really want to do is something with architecture, or art or even history (architecture or art history that is). you could say they are related to architecture...you could say that. but Im not. and there are other things that are keeping me from concentrating. oh can I scream? like I did in Versailles? like I did in the Swiss Alps? I fear the cops would be called and I would be taken in the Chicago jail. I could then sit in a cell with some thieves and hear their stories...I could say I just let the stress get to me and went crazy...what a story...I think I would be killed for saying that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113134134781300211?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113134134781300211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113134134781300211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134134781300211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134134781300211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/06/all-this-stuff.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18343157.post-113134114004738711</id><published>2005-06-15T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:25:40.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOD!!&lt;br /&gt;he always says that, its funny too, cuz he has an accent..but hes not saying it to be funny, i dont think. he really think that im stupid...oh how I hate calculus and how he thinks students should not have a life outside of school...but looks like this will be a close one...Im not good with numbers okay...my brain cells have been trained for other things such as drawing and editing lines on autocad, heh yeah. but still I hate math..I do not need calculus im not going to find any derivatives in my designs, the only slopes ill be dealing with are roof pitches and ADA accessible ramps. I just need my degree, I just need to pass and get my degree so i can be an acad monkey for 5 years and then a designer for 15 and then ill be ready to own my own thing...thats the plan, if there was one, more like a dream...and calc, its not in there, there is no room for it. so go away calc, I HATE YOU!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18343157-113134114004738711?l=thefuckits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/feeds/113134114004738711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18343157&amp;postID=113134114004738711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134114004738711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18343157/posts/default/113134114004738711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thefuckits.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-my-god-he-always-says-that-its.html' title=''/><author><name>shandar</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
