<?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-12612295</id><updated>2012-01-24T04:00:33.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag Your Man</title><subtitle type='html'>head to head, toe to toe, eat a fart. . .dance 360!..and then bust open a rock!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612295/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the big stink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01445203583046783346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612295.post-112939666088092227</id><published>2005-10-15T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T10:17:40.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe i'm alive</title><content type='html'>school is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no time for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might be in D.C. next semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buy me stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612295-112939666088092227?l=tagyourman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/feeds/112939666088092227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612295&amp;postID=112939666088092227&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612295/posts/default/112939666088092227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612295/posts/default/112939666088092227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/2005/10/maybe-im-alive.html' title='maybe i&apos;m alive'/><author><name>the big stink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01445203583046783346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612295.post-112286551049219783</id><published>2005-07-31T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T20:05:10.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Board shorts rule</title><content type='html'>Well, at least I am able to put a post up before August..haha! Sorry for no updates, it was my birthday and I just got back from a much needed vacation at the beach. More updates when I have time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612295-112286551049219783?l=tagyourman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/feeds/112286551049219783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612295&amp;postID=112286551049219783&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612295/posts/default/112286551049219783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612295/posts/default/112286551049219783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/2005/07/board-shorts-rule.html' title='Board shorts rule'/><author><name>the big stink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01445203583046783346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612295.post-112067377763821116</id><published>2005-07-06T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T11:22:48.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranty mcranterton</title><content type='html'>It's been a little bit since I posted and I am almost positive (not) that the 5 people who read this were getting concerned. Summer school is almost over for me and I'm happy. I haven't felt very productive since I've been in school because my schedule became pretty monotonous. Time went by fast though and that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time going by fast combined with my recent studies of Gothic architecture (thanks art history! the sculpture really just focuses on the end of days; final judgement; hell, etc) has made me kind of depressed though. The days seem to get shorter and it only makes me realize that nothing lasts forever. I wonder sometimes if people would live differently knowing that they aren't immortal. Maybe people would be nicer and do better things with their lives. Maybe some people wouldn't spend money on pointless things like shoes for chihuahuas or diamond teeth. I know we are all materialistic in our own ways sometimes, but when you die, will it really matter that you had a hummer with 8 tv's in the ceiling? Most people don't live like that, but they do in the land of MTV cribs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, another rant, this live 8 thing has gotten me a bit upset. The people performing and sponsoring this event have good intentions but I believe they are a bit misguided. It should be common knowledge that many nations in Africa are run by evil tribal warlords or corrupt politicians. Giving more money to the government would not benefit those stricken by poverty in any way. The warlords/politicians simply pocket the money for themselves. Half the time when places like the red cross try to get into these countries, they are denied access by the government OR the government takes the food, etc. It makes me sad that people do that. And the other thing that has me upset about it is Madonna. Why is she asking people to give money when she donates money to the fradulent Kabbalah Center (don't even get me started on that, I'm the expert) and buys her little daughter Burberry and Christian Dior clothing???? Maybe Madonna should be the last person telling people what to do with their money. Sometimes I think people are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so idealistic that they aren't realistic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And, YES, I know there were other reasons for the Live 8 concert, but this was the one thing that bothered me. Madonna, eat some poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I am about to have a sandwich and it should be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost my bithday (7/15) so &lt;strong&gt;everyone&lt;/strong&gt; start saving up your cash to give to me (and then I will give it to African warlords JOKING JOKING..I would eat some sushi with it though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the ranting, I hope everyone has a good day because you should and because it's nice outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. the reason i never put up any images or pictures on here is because I just don't know how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s funniest warped tour moment was when fall out boy played their old music and joe and i were the only people who knew the songs. &lt;em&gt;take that&lt;/em&gt; fake-fans and wannabes. also pete said he loves us more anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612295-112067377763821116?l=tagyourman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/feeds/112067377763821116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612295&amp;postID=112067377763821116&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612295/posts/default/112067377763821116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612295/posts/default/112067377763821116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/2005/07/ranty-mcranterton.html' title='Ranty mcranterton'/><author><name>the big stink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01445203583046783346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612295.post-112007765251900922</id><published>2005-06-29T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T13:40:52.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poop</title><content type='html'>Well, I feel like poop today. A big, brown, wad of it. Thanks art history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates when I feel less like a turd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612295-112007765251900922?l=tagyourman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/feeds/112007765251900922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612295&amp;postID=112007765251900922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612295/posts/default/112007765251900922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612295/posts/default/112007765251900922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/2005/06/poop.html' title='Poop'/><author><name>the big stink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01445203583046783346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612295.post-111881400106532752</id><published>2005-06-14T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T22:54:13.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm chi-towns finest</title><content type='html'>I've never even been to Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was another typical day of school. I scoured another Wal-Mart afterward looking for my favorite imitation-expensive sunglasses but found nothing. I got these really cheap sunglasses at Wal-Mart and then they literally fell off my head in 2 pieces. Upon further thinking, I shouldn't expext much from 10 dolla glasses from WM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe is coming into town tomorrow and that will be exciting (at least for me). We'll probably hit up BJ's after my lame night class which will be a tasty treat. MMM tassty treeat. Right now, I should be reading art history but I am procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight in my french class something funny happened. This boy a few rows down from me was talking about his family in Greensboro, N.C. (where Edward R. Murrow is from, who by the way is a relative of mine) Anyway, I overhear the guy say "So when I was there, I had to like visit this factory where everyone works..T S or R something.."&lt;br /&gt;After overhearing this I asked the guy if it was a textile factory and he told me yes. Turns out thats my great-uncles company. Although not "everyone" works there, I think my uncle has a nice hold on the textiling industry. What a small world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Also, I felt like listing a few pet peeves of mine that I have thought up the last couple of days:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) People on facebook who have..oh...466 friends..not anyone in particular or anything (actually I'm lying), but come on! You don't have to make everyone at your school your friend. Lllllaaaaame! (does hand wave over mouth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Girls who complain that they can't meet nice/good guys, yet the only place they look is in BARS and maybe the occasional frat party. I really don't feel the need to elaborate on that. It's common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) People who say "Yo if you wanta meet up wit me dis summa, holla atcha boi and rememba KEEP IT REAL!" or the girl who says "Yo I'm just working at hooters, I gotsta keep it real!"&lt;br /&gt;How are you keeping it real by pretending to be a thug or working at hooters. Moreover, how are you keeping it real when you aren't even talking in a real language? Last time I checked "holla atcha boi" isn't even English. (this is taken from facebook too). Or maybe "keepin' it real" is a phrase that far surpasses the finite amount of space in my brain. Maybe &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people get mad, but that's what happens when you tell the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Michael Jackson is innocent. But still a freak. Although I believe the mother of the victim ruined any chance for the prosectuion, I still believe he has molested other boys in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at Chelsea's registry tonight and it made me sad. I'm happy that she is happy, but sad that one of my best friends is already getting married. It makes me feel old. And I'm still 19 (for one more month). And then when I feel old, I realize I am closer to dying. I don't like those thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612295-111881400106532752?l=tagyourman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/feeds/111881400106532752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612295&amp;postID=111881400106532752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612295/posts/default/111881400106532752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612295/posts/default/111881400106532752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-chi-towns-finest.html' title='i&apos;m chi-towns finest'/><author><name>the big stink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01445203583046783346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612295.post-111862541381543263</id><published>2005-06-12T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T18:16:53.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>serious post</title><content type='html'>Today was pretty uneventful. Ryan's birthday was fun for the most part. There was this girl who was kind of rude, and I am kind of sensitive - not a good combination. Some things are so easy for me to blow off, but other times I get personally hurt even if it's from something minute or someone I don't know.  I hate that.  Besides all the other Cancers born in July (who are admittedly sensitive as well), I sometimes feel like I am the only sensitive person I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was feeling kind of upset and glum. Work was pretty much the same as always, except Brittany noticed I was upset so she didn't really bug me. Also, Sharon took over one of my shifts next month so that made me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a message today from my TA, Vanessa, from my news reporting class. It was good to hear from her and it cheered me up a bit.  After reading her note, I got to thinking about how much I appreciate little things like that -notes, messages, cards. Good cards or messages from people always make me happier than a gift or anything materialistic.  I know it sounds weird, but I have my reasons.  I really like cards because it shows someone took the time to write something for you.  That means more to me than anything. It's especially nice to get cards when it's not a holiday or your birthday.  They just make you feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's really all I wanted to say today. It's time to get historical..with art. (Besides that comment I am in a really serious mood)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612295-111862541381543263?l=tagyourman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/feeds/111862541381543263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612295&amp;postID=111862541381543263&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612295/posts/default/111862541381543263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612295/posts/default/111862541381543263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/2005/06/serious-post.html' title='serious post'/><author><name>the big stink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01445203583046783346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612295.post-111847159176178359</id><published>2005-06-10T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T23:35:50.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>evesdropping on J-ho.</title><content type='html'>so yeah went to another wedding tonight yada yada but on a more important note I overheard Jason Howard talking about how he used to tape Dawson's Creek then he busted out in some Paula C-izz-ole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow (or I guess today now) the birthday festivities for Ryan 1 begin. I'll have to start differentiating between the two Ryan's now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking my gift to Ryan will either be a punch in the face or neck. They are both really invaluable. Another gift I want is for Ervin to jump out of a cake with a blond wig and do one of his dance 360 moves for Ryan. I also want to ride in on a giant panda and make a grand entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As stated earlier, Joe and I attended another wedding tonight for my manager, Andrea. We enjoyed ourselves although I think we had more fun at Jonas' shindig. We ate a lot and then observed other people eat a lot and finally watched large people dance to disco music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an art history test monday and I'm pretty sure my grade will range from very bad to bad. I have a strong to very strong feeling about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a Tool fix lately for reasons unknown to me. So, if anyone wants to hook me up with some downloads I would appreciate it. Anyone being one of the 5 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I had to delete my picture essay because it was screwing up my blog. If you want it, which I don't know why anyone would except because it is the most awesome piece of contemporary art EVER,  let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bust open the rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612295-111847159176178359?l=tagyourman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/feeds/111847159176178359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612295&amp;postID=111847159176178359&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612295/posts/default/111847159176178359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612295/posts/default/111847159176178359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/2005/06/evesdropping-on-j-ho.html' title='evesdropping on J-ho.'/><author><name>the big stink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01445203583046783346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612295.post-111811578953904370</id><published>2005-06-06T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T21:16:36.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalizzy!</title><content type='html'>Yes, so I know I haven't updated in awhile. Initially I was really excited to write blogs but then I got lazy and didn't care -- plus I have been super busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was great. Joe and I went to his old Baylor roommate's wedding. His name is Jonas and he is Sweedish and he looks just like Will Ferrell. He even has a little brother named Magnus (I kept wanting to call him Magnum like in Zoolander). With names like that, how could it not be a fun wedding? Joe's other old room mate Rott came with us and I think we all definitely had an interesting time. After the actual ceremony we all headed over the Belo mansion for a ritzy reception. I had people offering me wine left and right along with very good h'or deurves (speaking of which, I need to eat those in moderation if I go to a nice wedding again). I got to meet some of Joe's other friends from Baylor and I really enjoyed myself. Plus, out of everyone sitting at out table, I had the prettiest dress. Afterward, Rott, Joe and I headed to Southlake to stay at his mama's house. All in all a great time and Joe and I have another wedding to go to this Friday. Everyone seems to be getting married now. I'm really excited about Chelsea's wedding in July. Even though I can't go to the ceremony, (Mormon rules) I still can go to the reception which will be catered by Blue Mesa..woo woo! Unfortunately, I get really excited about food. Oh well, it's the little things I enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more negative note I started summer school today and realized I hate it. I'm taking art history from 10- 12 and french from 6- 9 freakin 30 at night. It sucks. I thought I might become more cultured after this art course -- I was wrong. I don't care that someone drew a cow on a rock 30,000 years ago or that people drew with charcoal. It just doesn't interest me. Now don't get me wrong, I am huge history buff -- ask anyone-- just not when it involves art. I'm content with not enjoying art history and I don't feel any less cultured. I'm from New York friggin city, I think I have been around various cultures enough. Also, after french tonight some random guy approached me and started talking to me about his college career, etc, etc. I hate when people do that. Listen guy, it's 9:30..I have been listening to a guy talk in french for 3 hours.. I don't care about anything you are saying. Go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that is all for now. I'm pretty tired. More updates sooner, I promise that to all 5 people who read this. But until then....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;BUST OPEN THE ROCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (ask if you want to understand this so you can say it everyday like I do)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612295-111811578953904370?l=tagyourman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/feeds/111811578953904370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612295&amp;postID=111811578953904370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612295/posts/default/111811578953904370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612295/posts/default/111811578953904370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/2005/06/finalizzy.html' title='Finalizzy!'/><author><name>the big stink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01445203583046783346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612295.post-111647895715349571</id><published>2005-05-18T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T22:02:37.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Way to lose Mavs. Oh, I am being sarcastic</title><content type='html'>Long time no post, haha. Well, despite how bored I have been since finals ended I have actually done a few interesting things.  I've gotten to spend some real quality time with Joe and that's always nice even if we are bored together. Also, Ryan, Joe and I drove up to Winstar Casino at 2am the other night. The casino is open from 8am-6am. Although Ryan's "Lucky Bag" of change brought us no luck whatsoever it was still fun. I had never been inside an Indian casino before that and I felt my 5 bucks went to good use helping the Chickasaw nation. I left with a penny. Did you know at the OK border gas is only $1.99. That was hard to fathom.&lt;br /&gt;Today we found out Joe got his internship doing PR for NT Athletics. I'm really excited for him and more excited that he will still be living in Denton next year.  For a celebration we went to this place called Sushi Sam in Southlake. It was surprisingly good. They had all the rolls we wanted but at better prices than Awaji. Joe and I have a love-hate relationship with Awaji yet we still make the trek to Plano to eat there.&lt;br /&gt;I got a B in news reporting which has never made me so mad. I know I deserved an A in there and I have never been so bummed about a grade. Unfortunately news writing is biased and subjective, therefore unless you have an easy teacher, good luck.  I wish I could tell my teacher about all the times I missed other events for a story only to not have it published. I wish she could see all the times people got mad at me cause all I did was run around covering stupid stories. I worked harder in that class than any other class and it feels like the end of the world when you bust your buns for a B.  This marks my first B in a journalism course thus far.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in other news I am working a lot. 30 hours a week. But that is what happens when you work with 5 people and one of them is pregnant. My manager's baby is about to bust out sometime soon and I have this nagging fear I might have to birth the baby on a quilt or bed display at Bombay Kids. Let's hope that doesn't happen. That's all for now kids..or kid. I don't think anyone reads this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612295-111647895715349571?l=tagyourman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/feeds/111647895715349571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612295&amp;postID=111647895715349571&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612295/posts/default/111647895715349571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612295/posts/default/111647895715349571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/2005/05/way-to-lose-mavs-oh-i-am-being.html' title='Way to lose Mavs. Oh, I am being sarcastic'/><author><name>the big stink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01445203583046783346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612295.post-111570577124119470</id><published>2005-05-09T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T23:16:11.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A very normal post.</title><content type='html'>So, today has been pretty uneventful. However, I did get to eat dinner with my little (sarah) tonight and that was fun. I think we both enjoyed the break/procastination from studying for finals. It was also nice to finally spend some time with SCizzle. We are always both so busy and never have much time to get together. It makes me sad because I know how it feels. Hopefully, over the summer and next semester we'll spend some more time with each other. We went to Texas Roadhouse, which was great because I got some good mashed potatoes. I haven't had good potatoes in awhile so it was a treat. A weird, not sweet treat. The waiter kept talking to us, which was really annoying. Everytime Sarah and I would start to eat or talk he would come and make some lame joke or ask for the salt. He commented on my 'Texas. It's bigger than France' shirt and I told him I got it in Crawford, at which point he asked me where I got it. Sarah was staring at this guy like he was an idiot. She never even cracked a smile when he came over (another reason I'm glad she is my little). I'm pretty sure he was an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Joe took me to the library to study and every seat on every floor was taken..except..for the 4th floor music library. After spending an hour up there with the music school freaks, I realized why not too many people frequent that level of the library. It smells weird and the people give you an unusual vibe. It smells like old paper and mold.  Also, I was afraid I might get a few bad looks regarding my shirt, because you know the music people, they are "correct" about things.  The Mavs lost and that makes me sad.  Now, I continue on my wonderful voyage of earth science.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612295-111570577124119470?l=tagyourman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/feeds/111570577124119470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612295&amp;postID=111570577124119470&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612295/posts/default/111570577124119470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612295/posts/default/111570577124119470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/2005/05/very-normal-post.html' title='A very normal post.'/><author><name>the big stink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01445203583046783346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612295.post-111527607103523529</id><published>2005-05-04T23:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T00:04:11.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put me in the inferno, poodle!</title><content type='html'>I got Joe a subscription to Maxim, and now I find myself reading them more than him, I think ( he does use the bathroom for long periods of time). Which leads me to another dream career goal of mine. I would like to write for Maxim. Now, most people reading this (if any) probably wonder why I would want to write for a magazine that features scantily clad women and is targeted towards men. The answer to that is simple: the articles are hilarious and offensive. What more could one ask for? They also feature really interesting gadgets and useless information (which I'm full of). Besides that, many of the articles are written by women anyway - surprise! So wanting to work for Maxim led me to another thought: how would I get there? My writing experience is limited to what they made us do for the Daily. Joe thought that maybe I should write my own column and try to submit it to the Daily.&lt;br /&gt;So then that leads me to a list of goals I have made for myself (and one for Joe) within 2 days. I'm not overly ambitious though, I think I just have a big imagination. In high school I tried to write a pointless novel and learn Japanese in one week. The next week I got distracted and moved on to something else. I only got through one page of my novel and learned pointless japanese phrases like "I will disembowel myself". Who knows what will happen though. Next week I'll probably forget I even wrote about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goal Tizzime!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Write children's book aimed towards not-yet-tapped-into market and make big dollaz (holla)&lt;br /&gt;2) Make Joe make an annual salary of 75k within two years of working&lt;br /&gt;3) Work for Maxim&lt;br /&gt;4) Write sarcastic column(s)&lt;br /&gt;5) Make Ryan drink the Met-RX energy drink in the fridge (with more harmful side effects than benefits and ingredients combined)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welll, now I must study for earth science because I actually care about what dirt is made of. I'm lying. (but it does consist of clay, silt, and sand)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612295-111527607103523529?l=tagyourman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/feeds/111527607103523529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612295&amp;postID=111527607103523529&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612295/posts/default/111527607103523529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612295/posts/default/111527607103523529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/2005/05/put-me-in-inferno-poodle.html' title='Put me in the inferno, poodle!'/><author><name>the big stink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01445203583046783346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12612295.post-111510006542667776</id><published>2005-05-02T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T23:06:26.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numba One</title><content type='html'>After a lengthy battle with blogger, I have finally figured out how to use this. Actually I am lying, I am still just as confused but at least now I can write about it. Thanks to Joe as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12612295-111510006542667776?l=tagyourman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/feeds/111510006542667776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12612295&amp;postID=111510006542667776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612295/posts/default/111510006542667776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12612295/posts/default/111510006542667776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tagyourman.blogspot.com/2005/05/numba-one.html' title='Numba One'/><author><name>the big stink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01445203583046783346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
