<?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-5543841</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:54:51.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Steven's happy place</title><subtitle type='html'>You think you know but you have know idea that i know you think you know that you have no idea.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</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>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107534906150202317</id><published>2004-01-28T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T22:05:56.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No one really reads this, and if you do check up on it occasionally, this is gonna be my last entry, i dont really feel like having this or keeping up with it, and i have a real journal, that i write in for english so i dont need one. But i am gonna leave it like this, I'm sick of trying to make everyone happy, even though thats a part of my personality, i'm not gonna try with things anymore, its small stuff thats frustrating me, so i'm just gonna sit back, and see what happens. I got a lot on my mind right now, College, Work, School, Prom, so i'm just gonna chill, do what i need to do and thats it. No more trying to do something that i cant, cause then i'll just upset my self. And thats it. Farewell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107534906150202317?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107534906150202317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107534906150202317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107534906150202317' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107524874313882047</id><published>2004-01-27T18:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T18:24:09.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is prolly my fav. song ever, it means a lot to me enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby yeeaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never find another lover &lt;br /&gt;Sweeter than you &lt;br /&gt;Sweeter than you &lt;br /&gt;I will never find another lover &lt;br /&gt;More precious than you &lt;br /&gt;More precious than you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl you are &lt;br /&gt;Close to me you're like my mother &lt;br /&gt;Close to me you're like my father &lt;br /&gt;Close to me you're like my sister &lt;br /&gt;Close to me you're like my brother &lt;br /&gt;You are the only one my everything &lt;br /&gt;And for you this song I sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life &lt;br /&gt;I pray for someone like you &lt;br /&gt;And I thank God, that I &lt;br /&gt;That I finally found you,&lt;br /&gt;All my life &lt;br /&gt;I pray for someone like you &lt;br /&gt;And I hope that you &lt;br /&gt;Feel the same way too &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I pray that you do love me too &lt;br /&gt;badadadaada badadada........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to never fall in love &lt;br /&gt;With a stranger &lt;br /&gt;You're all I'm thinking of &lt;br /&gt;I praise the lord above &lt;br /&gt;For sending me your love &lt;br /&gt;I cherish every hug &lt;br /&gt;I really loveeee youuuuuuuu soooooooooooo much baby baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life &lt;br /&gt;I pray for someone like you &lt;br /&gt;And I thank God, that I &lt;br /&gt;That I finally found you, &lt;br /&gt;All my life &lt;br /&gt;I pray for someone like you &lt;br /&gt;And I hope that you &lt;br /&gt;Feel the same way too &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I pray that you do love me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all that I ever know &lt;br /&gt;When you smile on my face &lt;br /&gt;All i see is a glow &lt;br /&gt;You turn my life around &lt;br /&gt;You pick me up&lt;br /&gt;when i was down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all that I ever know &lt;br /&gt;When you smile my face glow&lt;br /&gt;You pick me up &lt;br /&gt;When I was down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all that I ever know &lt;br /&gt;When you smile my face glow&lt;br /&gt;You pick me up &lt;br /&gt;When I was down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that you &lt;br /&gt;Feel the same way too &lt;br /&gt;Yes I pray that you &lt;br /&gt;Do love me too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life &lt;br /&gt;I pray for someone like you &lt;br /&gt;And I thank God, that I &lt;br /&gt;That I finally found you, baby &lt;br /&gt;All my life &lt;br /&gt;I pray for someone like you &lt;br /&gt;And I hope that you &lt;br /&gt;Feel the same way too &lt;br /&gt;Yes I pray that you do love me too &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107524874313882047?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107524874313882047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107524874313882047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107524874313882047' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107524869576923580</id><published>2004-01-27T18:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T18:13:09.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can never find another lover &lt;br /&gt;Sweeter than you &lt;br /&gt;Sweeter than you &lt;br /&gt;I will never find another lover &lt;br /&gt;More precious than you &lt;br /&gt;More precious than you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl you are &lt;br /&gt;Close to me just like my mother &lt;br /&gt;Close to me just like my father &lt;br /&gt;Close to me just like my sister &lt;br /&gt;Close to me just like my brother &lt;br /&gt;You are the only one my everything &lt;br /&gt;And to you this song I sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life &lt;br /&gt;I pray for someone like you &lt;br /&gt;And I thank God, that I &lt;br /&gt;That I finally found you, baby &lt;br /&gt;All my life &lt;br /&gt;I pray for someone like you &lt;br /&gt;And I hope that you &lt;br /&gt;Feel the same way too &lt;br /&gt;Yes I pray that you do love me too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to never fall in love &lt;br /&gt;With a stranger &lt;br /&gt;You're all I'm thinking of &lt;br /&gt;I praise the lord above &lt;br /&gt;For sending me your love &lt;br /&gt;I cherich every hug &lt;br /&gt;I really love you so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life &lt;br /&gt;I pray for someone like you &lt;br /&gt;And I thank God, that I &lt;br /&gt;That I finally found you, baby &lt;br /&gt;All my life &lt;br /&gt;I pray for someone like you &lt;br /&gt;And I hope that you &lt;br /&gt;Feel the same way too &lt;br /&gt;Yes I pray that you do love me too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all that I ever know &lt;br /&gt;When you smile my face &lt;br /&gt;Always seem to glow &lt;br /&gt;You turn my life around &lt;br /&gt;You pick me up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all that I ever know &lt;br /&gt;When you smile my face &lt;br /&gt;Always seem to glow &lt;br /&gt;You turn my life around &lt;br /&gt;You pick me up &lt;br /&gt;When I was down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all that I ever know &lt;br /&gt;When you smile my face &lt;br /&gt;Always seem to glow &lt;br /&gt;You turn my life around &lt;br /&gt;You pick me up &lt;br /&gt;When I was down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope that you &lt;br /&gt;Feel the same way too &lt;br /&gt;Yes I pray that you &lt;br /&gt;Do love me too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life &lt;br /&gt;I pray for someone like you &lt;br /&gt;And I thank God, that I &lt;br /&gt;That I finally found you, baby &lt;br /&gt;All my life &lt;br /&gt;I pray for someone like you &lt;br /&gt;And I hope that you &lt;br /&gt;Feel the same way too &lt;br /&gt;Yes I pray that you do love me too &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107524869576923580?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107524869576923580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107524869576923580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107524869576923580' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107362296852487748</id><published>2004-01-08T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T22:37:22.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've gotta be honest &lt;br /&gt;I think you know &lt;br /&gt;We're covered in lies and that's okay &lt;br /&gt;And there's somewhere beyond this, I know &lt;br /&gt;But I hope I can find the words to say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again, no... &lt;br /&gt;No, never again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're a god &lt;br /&gt;And I am not &lt;br /&gt;And I just thought &lt;br /&gt;That you would know &lt;br /&gt;You're a god &lt;br /&gt;And I am not &lt;br /&gt;And I just thought &lt;br /&gt;I'd let you go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've been unable &lt;br /&gt;To put you down &lt;br /&gt;I'm still learning things I ought to know by now &lt;br /&gt;It's under the table, so &lt;br /&gt;I need something more to show, somehow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, never again, no... &lt;br /&gt;No, never again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're a god &lt;br /&gt;And I am not &lt;br /&gt;And I just thought &lt;br /&gt;That you would know &lt;br /&gt;You're a god &lt;br /&gt;And I am not &lt;br /&gt;And I just thought &lt;br /&gt;I'd let you go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be honest &lt;br /&gt;I think you know &lt;br /&gt;We're covered in lies and that's okay &lt;br /&gt;There's somewhere beyond this, I know &lt;br /&gt;But I hope I can find the words to say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never again, no... &lt;br /&gt;No, never again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're a god &lt;br /&gt;And I am not &lt;br /&gt;And I just thought &lt;br /&gt;That you would know &lt;br /&gt;You're a god &lt;br /&gt;And I am not &lt;br /&gt;And I just thought &lt;br /&gt;I'd let you go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a god &lt;br /&gt;(Oh, and I am not) &lt;br /&gt;I just thought that you would know... &lt;br /&gt;(Oh, I thought that you would know) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a god &lt;br /&gt;(Oh, and I am not) &lt;br /&gt;I just thought &lt;br /&gt;I'd let you go &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107362296852487748?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107362296852487748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107362296852487748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107362296852487748' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107353527851332637</id><published>2004-01-07T22:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T22:15:52.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm standing here looking in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;Saying "damn" to myself&lt;br /&gt;I should have known the day would come&lt;br /&gt;That she would find somebody else&lt;br /&gt;And all the things I took her through &lt;br /&gt;Shit, I shouldn't have lasted this long&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm at this telephone booth calling Tyrone&lt;br /&gt;1 - Cuz when a woman's fed up&lt;br /&gt;    (No matter how you beg, no)&lt;br /&gt;    It ain't nothing you can do about it&lt;br /&gt;    (Nothing you can do about it)&lt;br /&gt;    It's like running out of love&lt;br /&gt;    (No matter what you say, no)&lt;br /&gt;    And then it's too late to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;    (Too late to talk about it)&lt;br /&gt;Now let's talk about how it all goes down&lt;br /&gt;I used to make love to you daily&lt;br /&gt;When the night fell the same&lt;br /&gt;And anytime that you were hurt&lt;br /&gt;I could feel your pain&lt;br /&gt;And if I had a dollar&lt;br /&gt;It was yours, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And whenever we would go out&lt;br /&gt;I would front the bill &lt;br /&gt;But now the up is down&lt;br /&gt;And the silence is sound&lt;br /&gt;I hurt you too too many times&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't come around&lt;br /&gt;1 - Cuz when a woman's fed up&lt;br /&gt;    (No matter how you beg, no)&lt;br /&gt;    It ain't nothing you can do about it&lt;br /&gt;    (Nothing you can do about it)&lt;br /&gt;    It's like running out of love&lt;br /&gt;    (No matter what you say, no)&lt;br /&gt;    And then it's too late to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;    (Too late to talk about it)&lt;br /&gt;La da da da da la la da da&lt;br /&gt;La da da da da la la da da&lt;br /&gt;If you don't want to find out the hard way&lt;br /&gt;Then listen to this song while the record plays&lt;br /&gt;1 - Cuz when a woman's fed up&lt;br /&gt;    (No matter how you beg, no)&lt;br /&gt;    It ain't nothing you can do about it&lt;br /&gt;    (Nothing you can do about it)&lt;br /&gt;    It's like running out of love&lt;br /&gt;    (No matter what you say, no)&lt;br /&gt;    And then it's too late to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;    (Too late to talk about it)&lt;br /&gt;You can cry a river &lt;br /&gt;'Till an ocean starts to form, yeah&lt;br /&gt;But she will always remember &lt;br /&gt;Cuz she's a woman scorned&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever get her back&lt;br /&gt;It will never be the same&lt;br /&gt;She's cuttin' the corners of her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Every time she see your face&lt;br /&gt;Now your trust is out the door&lt;br /&gt;She don't want you no more&lt;br /&gt;You used to tell your boys, not me&lt;br /&gt;And she would always be there for you&lt;br /&gt;If you had took the time to see &lt;br /&gt;What that woman meant to you&lt;br /&gt;Is what the mirror said to me, whoa&lt;br /&gt;She was raised in Illinois &lt;br /&gt;Right outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Some of the best cookin' you ever had&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was and I miss her&lt;br /&gt;Hey woman, if you're listening&lt;br /&gt;I said I miss you baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107353527851332637?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107353527851332637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107353527851332637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107353527851332637' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107329360130183488</id><published>2004-01-05T03:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T15:11:33.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This song is almost perfect, and it just made its way to my fav. songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait, nevermind, i'm stealing peoples songs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107329360130183488?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107329360130183488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107329360130183488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107329360130183488' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107328558417376880</id><published>2004-01-05T00:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T00:54:14.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Desperate for changing &lt;br /&gt;Starving for truth &lt;br /&gt;I'm closer to where i started &lt;br /&gt;Chasing after you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm falling even more in love with you &lt;br /&gt;letting go of all i've held onto &lt;br /&gt;i'm standing here until you make me move &lt;br /&gt;i'm hanging by a moment here with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forgetting all i'm lacking &lt;br /&gt;completely and complete &lt;br /&gt;i'll take your invitation &lt;br /&gt;you take all of me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.. i'm falling even more in love with you &lt;br /&gt;letting go of all i've held onto &lt;br /&gt;i'm standing here until you make me move &lt;br /&gt;i'm hanging by a moment here with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm living for the only thing i know&lt;br /&gt;i'm running and not quite sure where to go&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i'm diving into&lt;br /&gt;just hanging by a moment here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing left to lose &lt;br /&gt;nothing left to find &lt;br /&gt;there is nothing in the world that can change my mind &lt;br /&gt;there is nothing else &lt;br /&gt;there is nothing else.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate for changing &lt;br /&gt;Starving for truth &lt;br /&gt;Closer where i Started &lt;br /&gt;Chasing after you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm falling even more in love with you &lt;br /&gt;letting go of all i've held onto &lt;br /&gt;i'm standing here until you make me move &lt;br /&gt;i'm hanging by a moment here with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm living for the only thing i know&lt;br /&gt;i'm running and not quite sure where to go&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i'm diving into&lt;br /&gt;just hanging by a moment here with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just hanging by a moment &lt;br /&gt;hanging by a moment.. &lt;br /&gt;hanging by a moment... &lt;br /&gt;hanging by a moment here with you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107328558417376880?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107328558417376880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107328558417376880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107328558417376880' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107319933770701766</id><published>2004-01-04T00:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T00:56:46.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was a time &lt;br /&gt;When I was so brokenhearted &lt;br /&gt;Love wasn't much of a friend a mine &lt;br /&gt;The tables have turned... yeah &lt;br /&gt;'Cause me and them ways have parted &lt;br /&gt;That kinda love was the killin' kind &lt;br /&gt;Listen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is someone I can't resist &lt;br /&gt;I know all I need to know by the way &lt;br /&gt;That I got kissed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cryin' when I met'choo &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm tryin' to forget'choo &lt;br /&gt;Love is sweet misery &lt;br /&gt;I was cryin' just to get'choo &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm dyin' 'cause I let'choo &lt;br /&gt;Do what'choo do down on me... yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's not even breathin' room &lt;br /&gt;Between pleasure and pain &lt;br /&gt;Yeah you cry when we're makin' love &lt;br /&gt;Must be one and the same &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's down on me &lt;br /&gt;Yeah I got to tell you one thing &lt;br /&gt;It's been on my mind &lt;br /&gt;Girl I gotta say &lt;br /&gt;We're partners in crime &lt;br /&gt;You got that certain something &lt;br /&gt;What'choo give to me &lt;br /&gt;Takes my breath away &lt;br /&gt;Now the word out on the street &lt;br /&gt;Is the devil's in your kiss &lt;br /&gt;If our love goes up in flames &lt;br /&gt;It's a fire I can't resist &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cryin' when I met'choo &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm tryin' to forget'choo &lt;br /&gt;Your love is sweet misery &lt;br /&gt;I was cryin' just to get'choo&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm dyin' 'cause I let'choo &lt;br /&gt;Do what'choo do to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause what'choo got inside &lt;br /&gt;Ain't where your love should stay &lt;br /&gt;Yeah our love sweet love ain't love &lt;br /&gt;'Til you give your heart away... yeah don't fade &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cryin' when I met'choo &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm tryin' to forget'choo&lt;br /&gt;Your love is sweet misery &lt;br /&gt;I was cryin' just to get'choo&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm dyin' to let'choo&lt;br /&gt;Do what'choo do what'choo do down to... &lt;br /&gt;Baby baby baby baby ba ba ba... &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I was cryin' when I met'choo &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm tryin' to forget'choo&lt;br /&gt;Your love is sweet misery &lt;br /&gt;I was cryin' when I met'choo &lt;br /&gt;Now I'm dyin' 'cause I let'choo &lt;br /&gt;Do what'choo do down to... &lt;br /&gt;Baby baby baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cryin' when I met'choo&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm dyin' to forget'choo&lt;br /&gt;Your love is sweet misery... &lt;br /&gt;I was cryin' when I met'choo&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm dyin' 'cause I let'choo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107319933770701766?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107319933770701766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107319933770701766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107319933770701766' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107316506204935638</id><published>2004-01-03T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T15:25:31.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today AMC played football, and i did good, but we lost, oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107316506204935638?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107316506204935638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107316506204935638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107316506204935638' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107303017360193581</id><published>2004-01-02T01:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T15:11:02.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>apparently i'm stealing songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107303017360193581?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107303017360193581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107303017360193581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107303017360193581' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107293860683908304</id><published>2004-01-01T00:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T00:31:13.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy New Years everybody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000, zero zero party over oops out of time,&lt;br /&gt;so tonight we're gonna party like its 19-99.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107293860683908304?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107293860683908304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107293860683908304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107293860683908304' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107272764255559880</id><published>2003-12-29T13:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T13:55:06.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;3 days till New Years &lt;/strong&gt;(i have to work today.... drag)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107272764255559880?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107272764255559880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107272764255559880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107272764255559880' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107267622963849637</id><published>2003-12-28T23:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T23:38:13.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;4 days till New Years&lt;/strong&gt; (i dont know what to put)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107267622963849637?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107267622963849637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107267622963849637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107267622963849637' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107259084193244449</id><published>2003-12-27T23:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T23:55:04.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;5 days till New Years&lt;/strong&gt; (i have nothing to do new years eve)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107259084193244449?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107259084193244449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107259084193244449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107259084193244449' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107246555463473350</id><published>2003-12-26T13:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T13:06:56.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;6 days till New Years&lt;/strong&gt; (i gotta count down to something)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107246555463473350?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107246555463473350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107246555463473350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107246555463473350' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107238233919087588</id><published>2003-12-25T13:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T14:00:10.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No more days till christmas because...&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;strong&gt;  IT IS CHRISTMAS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;MERRRRRYYY CHRISTMASSSS EVVEERRRYYYYBODDDYYY!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107238233919087588?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107238233919087588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107238233919087588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107238233919087588' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107229520060479376</id><published>2003-12-24T13:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T13:47:39.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1 day till christmas&lt;/strong&gt; (It twas the night before christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107229520060479376?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107229520060479376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107229520060479376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107229520060479376' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107220943703147204</id><published>2003-12-23T13:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T13:58:14.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;2 days till christmas&lt;/strong&gt; (what would &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; do for a klondike bar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107220943703147204?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107220943703147204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107220943703147204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107220943703147204' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107213820990292617</id><published>2003-12-22T18:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T18:11:07.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;3 days till christmas&lt;/strong&gt; (you're not suppose to be depressed this time of year, are you?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107213820990292617?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107213820990292617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107213820990292617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107213820990292617' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107204553674032948</id><published>2003-12-21T16:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T16:26:33.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;4 days till christmas&lt;/strong&gt; (yikes i haven't done any shopping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 days till christmas&lt;/strong&gt; (forgot yet again)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107204553674032948?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107204553674032948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107204553674032948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107204553674032948' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107186249498169289</id><published>2003-12-19T13:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T13:35:49.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;6 days till christmas&lt;/strong&gt; (no more school hurray!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107186249498169289?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107186249498169289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107186249498169289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107186249498169289' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107180633355578864</id><published>2003-12-18T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T21:59:46.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;7 days till christmas&lt;/strong&gt; (tomorrow is the last day of school w00p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107180633355578864?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107180633355578864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107180633355578864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107180633355578864' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107171117474530053</id><published>2003-12-17T19:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T19:33:47.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;8 days till christmas&lt;/strong&gt; (no studying tonight, and uhhh ya)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107171117474530053?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107171117474530053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107171117474530053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107171117474530053' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107163469368879638</id><published>2003-12-16T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T22:19:05.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;9 days till christmas&lt;/strong&gt; (Lord of the Rings ROCKS and Finals Suck)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107163469368879638?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107163469368879638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107163469368879638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107163469368879638' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107152561317582768</id><published>2003-12-15T16:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T16:01:15.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10 days till christmas&lt;/strong&gt; ( i get to see Lord of the Rings today)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107152561317582768?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107152561317582768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107152561317582768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107152561317582768' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107144390964923383</id><published>2003-12-14T17:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T17:19:19.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;11 days till christmas&lt;/strong&gt; (i remembered today and was informed that i was counting wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 days till christmas&lt;/strong&gt; (i forgot yesterday)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107144390964923383?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107144390964923383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107144390964923383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107144390964923383' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107129034636261927</id><published>2003-12-12T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T22:39:54.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;14 days till christmas&lt;/strong&gt; (i finally got my letter jacket)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107129034636261927?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107129034636261927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107129034636261927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107129034636261927' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107117738884406382</id><published>2003-12-11T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T15:17:15.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;15 days till christmas&lt;/strong&gt; (better get ur presents before the rush)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107117738884406382?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107117738884406382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107117738884406382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107117738884406382' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107108941876059087</id><published>2003-12-10T14:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T14:51:30.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;16 days till christmas&lt;/strong&gt; (Ashleigh is the coolest, funniest and most attractive person i know)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107108941876059087?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107108941876059087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107108941876059087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107108941876059087' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-107102881472546791</id><published>2003-12-09T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T14:54:33.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;17 days till christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-107102881472546791?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107102881472546791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/107102881472546791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107102881472546791' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-106997098447780057</id><published>2003-11-27T16:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T16:10:17.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyone have a good thanksgiving, and a wonderful day, i myself will have one in return only if you have one first. In conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;                                                      &lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-106997098447780057?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106997098447780057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106997098447780057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106997098447780057' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-106859586870632669</id><published>2003-11-11T18:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T18:12:14.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITS OVER!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-106859586870632669?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106859586870632669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106859586870632669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106859586870632669' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-106731534245761050</id><published>2003-10-27T22:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T22:29:01.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>now i realize that what i said earlier was crude, and harsh, but thats just what i felt at the moment, now i'm just kinda in a state of depression, but going to school is actually helping, cause my friends are cool. none of them read this though so theres no point in thanking them here. when i write serious notes like this its like i'm talking to god so i cant hold anything back, its like having a public prayer, and everyone can hear what i'm saying. but i dont care. If i hurt the persons feeling i'm sorry, i didnt mean harm from it, everyone knows me i dont mean to hurt people but i really am sick of it. But i just wanted to write another entry so that when everyone sees this now they wont see such an angry entry cause i really hate being angry, and i try to be a nice guy as much as i can. but that night was as if i just ticked. but thats all i got and, its prolly gonna be a while to i update again, unless something big comes up. adios&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-106731534245761050?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106731534245761050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106731534245761050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106731534245761050' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-106714286981365506</id><published>2003-10-25T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T23:34:29.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aright i'm finally doing this, i'm just gonna forget all about her. I know i said i was a bunch but u know 'f' it. Who cares about her, she pisses me off so much and she doesnt do it on purpose so that makes me more mad that its part of her personality. its making me sick how i was so obsessed with her when now i realize there's nothing to be obsessed with. I mean we've had our moments, like in the car always listening to these luvy dub songs, but all she is is a tease. She's seriously like a little kid offering food to a dog put keeps pulling it away. it drives me insane. and it seriously makes me angry. Everyone thinks i should advance on her, and when i try its like everyone does that to her in the first place. So i just dont even want to see her for a while, or talk to her, or even hear her name. So i dont know if she's reading this, or even if she knows who she is but if she does, you suck, ur an f'in tease, and u'll never be happy with one person, so please leave me alone. thats all i got and i just had to express that cause i have no where else to put it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-106714286981365506?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106714286981365506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106714286981365506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106714286981365506' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-106618841691136928</id><published>2003-10-14T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T22:30:12.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored so right now i'm gonna type the chorus of every song i'm listening to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good Morning Beautiful - Steve Holy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning Beautiful, how was your night,&lt;br /&gt;Mine was wonderful, with you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;When i open my eyes, to see your sweet face&lt;br /&gt;It's a good morning beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seein Red - Unwritten Law&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Follow the leader now,&lt;br /&gt;and swallow your pride and drowned,&lt;br /&gt;when theres no place left to go,&lt;br /&gt;maybe thats when you will know. &lt;br /&gt;(repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I'm Gone - 3 Doors Down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold me when i'm here, right me when i'm wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Hold me when I'm scared, and love me when i'm gone,&lt;br /&gt;Everything i am, and everything in me,&lt;br /&gt;wants me to be the one you wanted me to be,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you down&lt;br /&gt;Even if i could, i'd give up everything&lt;br /&gt;If only for your good&lt;br /&gt;So hold me when i'm here, right me when i'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;you can hold me when i'm scared, you wont always be there&lt;br /&gt;so love me when i'm gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dude Looks Like a Lady - Aerosmith&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAaaYaaa&lt;br /&gt;Dude looks like a lady,&lt;br /&gt;YaaaYaaa&lt;br /&gt;Dude looks like a lady,&lt;br /&gt;YaaaYaaa&lt;br /&gt;Dude Looks like a lady,&lt;br /&gt;YaaaYaaa&lt;br /&gt;Dude looks like a lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Sacrifice - Creed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are with me &lt;br /&gt;i'm freeI'm careless, i believe&lt;br /&gt;Above any others we'll fly,&lt;br /&gt;This brings tears to my eyes&lt;br /&gt;My sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somewhere Out There - Our Lady Peace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're falling back to me,&lt;br /&gt;The star that i can see yeah,&lt;br /&gt;I know your out there somewhere out there,&lt;br /&gt;You're falling out of reach,&lt;br /&gt;Defying gravity yeah&lt;br /&gt;I know your out there somewhere out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hot in Herre - Nelly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gettin hot herre, so hot&lt;br /&gt;so take off all you're clothes&lt;br /&gt;(I am getting too hott imma take my clothes off)&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ignition (Remix) - R.Kelly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So baby give me that toot toot and let me give ya that beep beep&lt;br /&gt;Runnin her hands through my fro&lt;br /&gt;Bouncin on 24s while there sayin on the radio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the remix to Ignition hot and fresh out the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;Mama rollin that body got every man in here wishin&lt;br /&gt;Sippin on Coke and rum Im like so what Im drunk&lt;br /&gt;Its the freakin weekend baby Im about to have me some fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Impression That I Get - Mighty Mighty Boss Tones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never had to knock on wood&lt;br /&gt;but i know some one who has&lt;br /&gt;which makes me wonder if i could&lt;br /&gt;which makes me wonder if i...&lt;br /&gt;Never had to knock on wood&lt;br /&gt;and i'm glad i havent yet&lt;br /&gt;because i'm sure it isnt good&lt;br /&gt;Thats the impression that i get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amazed - LoneStar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how you do what you do,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;It just keeps gettin better.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend the rest of my life,&lt;br /&gt;with you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing that you do,&lt;br /&gt;Baby i'm amazed by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodnight Sweetheart - ????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du du&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight sweethear well its time to go,&lt;br /&gt;Du du du du du&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight sweetheart well its time to go,&lt;br /&gt;Duu du du du&lt;br /&gt;I hate to leave you but i really must say, Goodnight Sweetheart Goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good ending song huh ;)&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-106618841691136928?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106618841691136928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106618841691136928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106618841691136928' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-106609939266435956</id><published>2003-10-13T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T21:43:12.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so its been a while again, uhh i'm listening to Michael Jackson Smoothe Criminal, good song. Last week was a pretty funny week. I got my School I.D. which almost killed me, i swear i did laugh so hard in a long ass time. And then last Wednesday I dressed up like Michaelangelo from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Ask me for the pic and i'll so you. Friday we played kempner, we lost but it was a close game, 25 - 18, they won by a touchdown, next we face Hightower, thats gonna be a challenge, but if we win that will be a major turning point in our record and popularity. I just got finished writing, or should i say BS'in, my second chapter for my senior memory book. Hopefully i'll have a good week this week, I might go to the Aggie game next weekend with Jake, may he rest in peace, so that'll be cool. uhhhh what else..... a bunch of people at school are mad at me cause i didnt go to Homecoming, who gives a crap,  now i'm listening to Stevie Ray Vaughn - pride and joy. Today is Jessie's B-day, not sure if she still reads this but Happy B-day. hmmmmm...... well thats all i got, i'll talk to you cool kats later, catch ya on the flip side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote Of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"I like eating Pepperoni Pizza from Dominoe's while swimming in a pool of jello naked wearing a big sombrero." Jake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-106609939266435956?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106609939266435956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106609939266435956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106609939266435956' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-106488931653675248</id><published>2003-09-29T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T21:39:52.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok I have to update or else i'm a jerk and jake will get mad at me. I just "finished" studying to bio 2, i'm eating reese's pieces and i'm listening to Queen - Another one Bites the dust. Basically whats going on with me is that everything is crumbling down and i'm like i don't care and everything is shits and giggles, i just wanna get it over with. So at the moment, i don't care about anything except school, which is the first, i never care about school, so i'm actually doing HW for once. but other wise everything else i don't care. If you haven't heard our football team sucks, and its embarressing to be part of the program. If you want to know we average about 7 fumbles per game. I don't play much either so who cares. Things will turn around eventually but for now, poop on everyone who's being a jerk to me, i have also figured out that some people are mean and they don't even realize that there mean, which is annoying, and some people are phonies. If there is anything else u wanna know u can leave a comment, or ask me personally no matter, now its time for the common quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Do not use on areas with thin skin such as face, armpits, breasts, bottom, or genitals" Wartner (something that freezes warts on the spot and i read the warnings), also ask me to see funny pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-106488931653675248?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106488931653675248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106488931653675248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106488931653675248' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-106333874143705515</id><published>2003-09-11T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T22:52:21.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a good day, eventful and nothing went wrong. good day. Hopefully i'll have another one tomorrow. i've decided that.. i'm gonna buy a venis flytrap. but anyways on the good day i'd like to thank my teachers, fellow students, coach boland for not having practice, Alex hammond for funny jokes in Music History, Jessie for keeping me unbored and giving me something to do, i had a good time, thank you.... thank you..... gotta go, sleepy, Game tomorrow Elkins vs Startford at Tully stadium 7:30, give results lata, peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-106333874143705515?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106333874143705515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106333874143705515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106333874143705515' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-106325183558576435</id><published>2003-09-10T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T22:43:55.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TOOOday was quite boring, it started off bad. Woke up at 7:15, left at 7:20 got to school 7:29 made it to the class room at 7:31. I swear i was 5 yards away then ding ding ding. Crapola major. But it turned out ok, it was basically like this being tardy was like me slipping on a hill and rolling down but then as i was rolling i found a twig and caught it, and slowly climbed back up. So the day ended good. I went to AMC to get my schedule, normal time taking 30 mins, today, 2 hours. Cause jessie wanted to drive my car around the mall, the theater twice, maybe even 3 i don't remember. Parked the car where i originally parked (the objective was to get to her car) It was fun though, sung lots a songs. I miss having fun, boy does school and football suck. Oh and today in calculus, my teacher called me handsome. ; ) man hold up. I'm Elkins High school's heart throb. ANd i'm also the heart throb at AMC, well no, not heart throb. I'm AMC's Sweetheart. u know they guy where all the girls are like awww thats sweet. Yep thats me. : ). puuhhh i wish. Well i gotta get to bed, i gotta get up really early to go to tutoriuls or whatever. No practice tomorrow so hopefully i can have some fun. ooohhh and i gotta make a lesson for Bible study. aright well i gotta get outta here, peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"I don't wanna turn there, thats the long way." Jessie (it was obviously the shorter way)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-106325183558576435?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106325183558576435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106325183558576435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106325183558576435' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-106298544366360335</id><published>2003-09-07T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T20:44:39.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GIANTS WIN!!! TEXANS WIN!!!! WHOOP!!!  Oh and guys, now jessie calls me ugly and stupid along with fat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-106298544366360335?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106298544366360335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106298544366360335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106298544366360335' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-106291861197847425</id><published>2003-09-07T02:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T02:10:12.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had practice this morning. Sucked, boring, just a reason for coaches to yell at us and make us tired. Chilled, watch TV some football games. Played a lil football, not fun. Mowed the yard, ate, went to work, was fun, people touched my head, felt good, talked with marc a bunch, and jessie, and alex, a lil with lisa, a lil with aaron, but he was busy. I made a game with the tensa barriers, if u see me ask, i'll show u, i beat marc 21-19. Its called Tensaring. Got home, went potty, got a drink chilled. Got church, work immediately after, angry, gonna miss giants vs rams, grr, no matter, giants will win. You rock, I rock, lets all go find so rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh man, steven, i felt bad for a minute i really thought u had cancer." (Marc Rauschuber, heh sucka)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-106291861197847425?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106291861197847425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106291861197847425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106291861197847425' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-106282381488303475</id><published>2003-09-05T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T23:50:14.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elkins Knights versus Pearland Oilers 7:30 PM Friday September 5th @ Mercer Stadium. Final score 35 - 6 Pearland wins. Major dissapointment. Didn't play much but when i did i didn't do bad. Kinda tired. Have practice tomorrow morning, yessssss. Won't be able to attend the meeting at work. Also i work 7 to last show at usher door moniter tomorrow night. Hopefully it won't be boring. I hope to have a nice, lazy laid back weekend so i can just relax.  ahhhhh relax.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't know they let lesbians on the bus" (a comment from a trainer directed to me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-106282381488303475?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106282381488303475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106282381488303475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106282381488303475' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-106262940748532654</id><published>2003-09-03T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T17:50:07.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OOOOooooohhhhhhhhhhh, i wish i were an oscar meyer wiener, that is what i truly like to beeeee, cause if i was an oscar meyer wiener, everyone would bee in loovvvvvveeeeeee wiiiiittttthhhhhhhh meeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down by the Bay.... where the watermelon grows.... and to my home.... i dare not go.... for if i do.... my mother will sayyyyyy....&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a bear, combing his hair.... down by the bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down by the Bay.... where the watermelon grows.... and to my home.... i dare not go.... for if i do.... my mother will sayyyyyy....&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a bat, wearing a hat.... down by the bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down by the Bay.... where the watermelon grows.... and to my home.... i dare not go.... for if i do.... my mother will sayyyyyy....&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a llama, wearing pajamas.... down by the bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down by the Bay.... where the watermelon grows.... and to my home.... i dare not go.... for if i do.... my mother will sayyyyyy....&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen any ants, wearing some pants.... down by the bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down by the Bay.... where the watermelon grows.... and to my home.... i dare not go.... for if i do.... my mother will sayyyyyy....&lt;br /&gt;Have your ever seen a snake, using a rake.... down by the bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down by the Bay.... where the watermelon grows.... and to my home.... i dare not go.... for if i do.... my mother will sayyyyyy....&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a dog, eating a log.... down by the bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down by the Bay.... where the watermelon grows.... and to my home.... i dare not go.... for if i do.... my mother will sayyyyyy....&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a pig, doing a jig.... down by the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all i got, shout up some others if you got em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"I put my name in the search at google and nothing came up!"  Shannon Klayman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-106262940748532654?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106262940748532654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106262940748532654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106262940748532654' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-106246829590168495</id><published>2003-09-01T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T21:04:55.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aright, new post, its monday/labor day, Woke up at around 8:30 had football practice in a gym/basketball court from 9 - 11, had to leave early so i can go to work, worked from 12 - 6, it was really busy, boring, i felt miserable cause i was sick. but its ok, right after work i went to a "football meeting" and we chilled and cracked jokes then we shaved the newbies hair off aka me and several others. so now i have a shaved head, and it feels good, and it looks ok. But of course it looks silly for the first time and i'm not gonna keep it like that. but thats whats new with me. Oh ya, and the fall rally was good, it was real fun. It was in pasadena and we drove there and when i had to get on the beltway they didn't tell me if it was north or south so i went north and we ended up driving allllllll the way around, so that was funny. i got sick. that sucks. also during this rally i was hoping to forget about a problem cause this girl that goes to the rally, i used to reallllyyyy like, and i was hoping i would start liking her again to forget about some one else, but no go, maybe i'm trying to hard, well i gtg, dad made popcorn, Duece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Shepard look like a monk" Football player&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-106246829590168495?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106246829590168495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106246829590168495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106246829590168495' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-106221467087858109</id><published>2003-08-29T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T22:43:39.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, i admit it, i need this, when i have nothing to do i just gotta do something, and this is all that popped in my head. I'm kinda tired. Today at practice we ran ten 100 yard sprints, and for all those math wizards out there thats freaking 1000 yards. I can't live doing things like that. I didn't work today, i really haven't worked in a while. I work monday but i need to call in and ask to see if its ok to come in late cause i have football practice on monday morning, isn't that great! Well this weekend i get to go on a church rally so i'm looking forward to it. But its the last fall rally i'm going to forever for this program cause i'm a senior :( i have a lot of friends there and its fun everytime so i'm excited. right now i'm listening to billy joel why should i worry from the movie oliver and company, i am so cool. School is really biting my butt, so many deadlines, its crazy. its gonna be a hectic semester. Now thats whats going on, inside feelings wise, i've felt really lucky to have such good friends. I mean i was talking to jessie, or atleast her away message not sure if she read it, but i was analyzing the song Lean on me and basically its a reallllyyyyy good song. I'm so glad i have friends i can go to, if i need to talk some one, the only problem is though is that sometimes in order to talk to people i have to talk to them online and thats kinda dissappointing but oh well. Theres other things to but i don't feel like leaving it out to the open, Thats one thing i learned on this, i'm gonna leave things off, i mean if i wanted to let someone know something, i'll tell them and we'd keep it between ourselves, so thats that. ok i'm done, hope everyone has a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"I think... wait.... i'm pretty sure i farted." A lineman on the football team&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-106221467087858109?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106221467087858109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106221467087858109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106221467087858109' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-106174939376561547</id><published>2003-08-24T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T13:23:13.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is my last entry for a while cause its stupid now. Why post entries online at everyone can read. i mean i still hold stuff back. The only reason i'd type something on this is so i know people can see it maybe something can happen, so no more. Sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                            &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;END&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be Back"  Arnold Shwarjkgllsdjfskdjager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-106174939376561547?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106174939376561547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106174939376561547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106174939376561547' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-106150717985725621</id><published>2003-08-21T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T18:06:19.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>U guys stink, why don't yall put up some shout outs ya bums, i feel all, loserish, tell me ur favorite movie or color or song or something say something u losers. Nothings happened to me, i wassss having a good say till i fucked up on a play and got yelled at, so that kinda ruined my day, i have bible study and well, this journal is pissing me off, i find it having no point anymore so i think i'm gonna stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-106150717985725621?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106150717985725621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106150717985725621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106150717985725621' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-106134674763859800</id><published>2003-08-19T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T21:32:27.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sup playas. I'm just chillen, i for once have nothing to do. Bored. Hoping to catch people online. Not happening. Oh well i've been practicing a bunch this week were having 6 practices in a rows (thats a lot) Monday through saturday. its crazy. But besides all the tiresome moments, i've had an OK week, monday was ok, practice was good, i think i did well. Today i have no homework finally, but had to go afterschool for a lab in biology and we took the biology 1 semester exam, wow, i didn't know anything. I am kinda upset though, cause i haven't talked to some people from work in a while. I was kinda hoping when summer was coming to an end, that it wasn't gonna be like last year, when we just talked when we had the same shift, i was actually hoping that i'd have more friends you know, to talk to during the school year, and do stuff, but i've been busy, and i'm sure others have been busy. Oh well i guess thats how it goes. Well thats really all i gotta say for now, if anyone wants to talk to me call my cell, between 7 and 10:30 ask me if u don't know my number, well gotta go, peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"What the hell is a gymosperm."  Bradford Moye (friend said during Biology test after school)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-106134674763859800?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106134674763859800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106134674763859800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106134674763859800' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-106106109733365138</id><published>2003-08-16T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T14:11:37.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys, i think there is something wrong with me. I actually think I'm pregnant. I'm having way to many mood swings, and i'm getting cramps. I just wish i knew who the mother was. I'm so excited! I mean thats why i was so upset last night, i was just having a mood swing, I'm in such a good mood now. I can't wait to find out if its a girl or a boy. If its a Girl i'll name it something but if its a guy i'll name it Spooky Lee Shepard lol oh man. Anyways on a serious note i was just over exagerating yesterday, or this morning what ever, i really shouldn't have said all that, i really do have good friends, i was just being selfish, but i wanna thank everyone who was concerned, and i'm sorry for causing such a problem. But uh i really do appreciate peoples concerns, i was just cranky last night, just needed sleep. But thanks again guys. Can't wait for the baby :)  byeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-106106109733365138?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106106109733365138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106106109733365138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106106109733365138' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-106101103183303751</id><published>2003-08-16T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T00:47:32.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm so fuckin pissed and i don't know at what. Maybe because i haven't gotten any rewards for anything, u know for hard work, being a good friend, not doing drugs anything, I have chosen nothing but right choices, i follow god and jesus christ, i haven't smoked a cigarette, no weed no drugs period. I have drank once but not to the extent where it was horrible. and it was just me alone. I can't see why anyone would hate me, i try not to do anything negative towards anyone, i don't give attitude, i just don't understand. I play football, work out, i am healthy, i'm smart, i do my work and i get no fuckin reward. I'm sick and tired of it. I just wanna quit you know. Just quit at everything, see what it feels like to do nothing at all. no friends, work, school, football, nothing. Just sit. It would be great. I try to find out as much as i can about my friends, all my friends know that i'd be there for them if they needed to talk, and that makes me feel good. BUT i do not know if there is anyone i can go to, to talk to, i feel as if i'm being used ya know. I haven't had one person u know come up to me and make me just spill everything out and talk to them about eveything. I fuckin lied in the survey, i thought i had good friends, but i just have aquantances, everyone is just some one i know and say hi to, crack jokes with, u know used for entertainment. and i'm tired of it. there is only one person i actually feel comfortable talking to, and thats my sister. MY SISTER, there should be more people than my sister. everyone in the world are just phonies, i've read the book the catcher in the rye and now i can relate to the character, him claiming everyone is a phonie and they are and i'm sick of it. I do anything i can to help people and i get nothing in return, seldom hugs, very few, no "steven we need to talk, whats wrong, i'm not leaving till you tell me," just them asking "u ok steven," and i say "ya", and they just accept it and leave, knowing they really didn't want to talk about it. I know how it works, and it fuckin pisses me off. And then at work, theres a fuckin riot outside, i'm just wheelin in tensa barriers, makin nachos as quite as can be, no one coming up to me even attempting to talk to me. I handle a satelite all by my self, and it was busy there, not as busy as main, but it was busy and i handled it, no one says thank u. Only one person told me thank you that whole freakin night and it was Mayeth bless her soul.gosh... i'm just tired of all this shit. its fuckin frustrating. when i was driving home i was dangerous, i haven't been so angry in years, i felt as if i wanted to kill somebody, i don't know how i do it, i don't know how i supress all that anger, but i swear i wanted to hit something over and over but i was afraid i'd break something. i don't know i'm tired of it, Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"In God we Trust" - american money&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-106101103183303751?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106101103183303751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106101103183303751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106101103183303751' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-106075592748140942</id><published>2003-08-13T01:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T01:25:27.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hey, i'm tired, summer is ending, i'm depressed. School sucks, work sucks cause they screwed me over again, life sucks. I'm about to have like, no life for about 4 months cause i got football and school and work. so i will apologize now to anyone who reads this, i'm sorry if i'm grumpy or say anything rude to you, just keep in mind, i'm having bad days everyday for 4 months or so. Well i gotta go. last day of summer tommorrow/today. that blows. and guess what i am gonna do. Get my oil changed, go to football practice, and go to choir practice. sucks. goota go, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"dick, dick, dick, i loooove dick!" - Aaron Rosa (ya i was surprised too)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-106075592748140942?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106075592748140942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106075592748140942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106075592748140942' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-106066631766619374</id><published>2003-08-12T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T00:31:57.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey guys. my comp is dead so we are currently fixing it, in the mean time i'm on my brothers comp. Things have been goin ok, just been chillen you know the drill. I found out that cindy has a boyfriend or something like that, but i'm happy, now i can just chill, and be like, nothing. Its kinda funny cause she was like ok steven i'll wait for you god will reward patient people (which totally made me feel bad) then one weekend she's like steven ur dropped i gotta new man. So ha. When talking about this with someone, they ask, so since she's outta the way gonna go for anyone else, and my answer to that was, not really so i'm just gonna stay low and chill, man i said that a lot, ya so i'm not really lookin but if an opprotunity comes i may take it. its just not a good time for me with football and all. Man school sucks. anyway i'm gonna say a name and i'll shout out to ya.&lt;br /&gt;Steven: Holla at ya boy&lt;br /&gt;Aaron: Hey Dr rosa, got my poop shooting monkeys yet?&lt;br /&gt;Booby: heh heh heh booby&lt;br /&gt;Jessie: stop it&lt;br /&gt;Shannon: chesney kisser hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Allen: mmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;and if there is anyone else let me know, i'm make something up.&lt;br /&gt;Ok i have seen 2 people with this survey (aaron and jessie) and decided to do it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT:&lt;br /&gt;*Abortion: mixed emotions, pros and cons&lt;br /&gt;*Eating disorders: man food is awesome u loon&lt;br /&gt;*Rape: GREAT!...oh wait i thought it said rope, rape bad, rope great!&lt;br /&gt;*Suicide: me think it bad unless its like some movie situation where u do it to save others&lt;br /&gt;*South park: used to watch it, made me laugh, then forgot bout it&lt;br /&gt;*Piercings: i got no problem with them, just not to many&lt;br /&gt;*Drinking: Aaron and jessie said some drink and it really is talking about alcohal, and my answer is after 21 and not to much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH WAY WOULD YOU SPELL IT?&lt;br /&gt;*Megan or meghan: Mechan&lt;br /&gt;*Lacey or lacy: Lasey&lt;br /&gt;*Steven or stephen: Steven HOLLA!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Kurt or curt: Churt&lt;br /&gt;*Mark or marc: Marck&lt;br /&gt;*Brandi or brandy: Brand-e&lt;br /&gt;*Corrine or carine: Chlorine&lt;br /&gt;*Kari or carrie: terry, oh man, poor guy&lt;br /&gt;*Jackie or jackqui: Jackey &lt;br /&gt;*Deseray or desirae: Desarpoop&lt;br /&gt;*Jayde or jade: Jaydumb &lt;br /&gt;*Amy or aimee: Ameeeeeeey&lt;br /&gt;*Ashley or ashleigh: ashlee&lt;br /&gt;*Geoff or jeff: biff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;*Do you have a crush/love interest: sorta&lt;br /&gt;*Whats his or her age: 71&lt;br /&gt;*How long have you liked him or her: 10 years maybe&lt;br /&gt;*Do you think there is a person for everyone: yeeeeeeeeeno (thats maybe)&lt;br /&gt;*Do you believe in love at first sight: *lust* at first sight, can't be love yet (agreed)&lt;br /&gt;*Have you ever been in love: nope&lt;br /&gt;*Do you think it lasts forever: for some people (agreed)&lt;br /&gt;*Do you want to get married?: fo show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAST&lt;br /&gt;*First grade teacher's name: mrs. Phillips oh man she totally made me feel bad by blaming something on me, i'l explain further someother time&lt;br /&gt;*Last word you said: someother time (i talk when i type)&lt;br /&gt;*Last song you sang: its the remix to ignition hoppin fresh out the kitchen mamma rollin that body got everyman in here wishin&lt;br /&gt;*Last meal you ate: taco bell&lt;br /&gt;*Last person you flipped off: aaron rosa when his back was turned to make the customers laugh&lt;br /&gt;*Last song stuck in your head: that song from the Gap commercial with madonna and missy elliot&lt;br /&gt;*Last time you had an injury that made you bleed: football lousy helmets&lt;br /&gt;*What color socks are you wearing: white&lt;br /&gt;*What's under your bed: socks, baseball, fuzz, hair, oh ya and a body&lt;br /&gt;*What's the weather like: it sprinkled and got cold ohh man was it awesome&lt;br /&gt;*What is on your wall calender: i don't believe in calenders, there against my religion&lt;br /&gt;*What time did you wake up today: 1:12 i'm lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;*When do you want to marry: end of college or after&lt;br /&gt;*Do you want kids? : sure why not&lt;br /&gt;*Are you going to college: of course&lt;br /&gt;*If so, how long do you want to go: 4 years unless it requires longer for the career i'm going in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First best friend: Nick Thompson&lt;br /&gt;Last best friend: hmm toughy, i don't really call them best friends anymore, i call them good friends, and i have several &lt;br /&gt;First real memory of something: no one believes me but when i was crawling on the floor and my mom told me i was a big boy now and can walk, and i got up and walked&lt;br /&gt;Last real memory of something: uhhh when i told my parents i was home bout 30 mins ago&lt;br /&gt;First car: mazda protege&lt;br /&gt;Last car: 1969 Chevy corvette aka Mazda protege&lt;br /&gt;First date: man it was a blind date, man was it horrible&lt;br /&gt;Last date: with cindy, man was it akward&lt;br /&gt;First kiss: kissless&lt;br /&gt;Last kiss: kissless&lt;br /&gt;First job: AMC HOLLA!!! &lt;br /&gt;Last job: yes&lt;br /&gt;First screen name: hahaha Spidey1104 man did i love spiderman &lt;br /&gt;Last screen name: Shep EHS (my screen name backwards is my screen name)&lt;br /&gt;First self purchased album: Seal - Seal man he rocks&lt;br /&gt;Last album: Evanescence or however u spell it&lt;br /&gt;First concert: Dave matthews band, man lots of weed man&lt;br /&gt;Last concert: same&lt;br /&gt;First funeral: Grandmother on mothers side&lt;br /&gt;Last funeral: Grandfather on fathers side&lt;br /&gt;First pet: Dog german shepherd, SKipper, didn't know him much i was a little tike&lt;br /&gt;Last pet: Molly (dog, great dane) :( i miss her&lt;br /&gt;First president you voted for: 3rd grade, myself for student council (i lost)&lt;br /&gt;Last president you voted for: 2 Years ago, myself for youth group at church (i lost)&lt;br /&gt;First piercing/tattoo: none&lt;br /&gt;Last piercing/tattoo: don't need em&lt;br /&gt;First house/home: Missouri City, Texas &lt;br /&gt;Last house/home: same place&lt;br /&gt;First love: no love here but if u want animals, molly&lt;br /&gt;Last love: :( molly&lt;br /&gt;First enemy: Kelly Mckee, kinda got in a fight with him in 3rd grade cause of something funny though. ask and i'll tell&lt;br /&gt;Last enemy: i have a disliking for Chris Chesney but not yet a enemy, I'd say Brad "ugly kid" price, grrrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Steven your hefty so you need to do the heavy work" - Jessica Lynn Stoddard (was actually saturday)&lt;br /&gt;"if that was my last name i'd change it" - wierd waiter guy at Denny's (it was refering to Booby, and that was saturday as well)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-106066631766619374?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106066631766619374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106066631766619374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106066631766619374' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-106032812012086536</id><published>2003-08-08T02:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T02:35:20.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i didn't win the trial case between me and steve on the availability thing, so i need to find people to take my shifts, i asked him about being ush more or taking me out of box office cashier, and he said he'll see what he can do so that'll be cool. i just got back from SWAT the screening, wasn't bad, it was entertaining, worth my money, oh wait, i didn't pay, sucka! there's know one to chill with at work cause no ones there, jessie is outta towna, booby is dead, aaron is dead, daniela was there for a bit, but of coure i was in box so i was isolated, brad was there, i wish he was dead. which brings me to my next point, i'm gonna buy AMC, and choose who can see movies for free, and basically run a dictatorship at AMC and i can't be stopped cause i run the worlds use of peanut butter. So instead of AMC its now called 'STAMP' (Steven's Terrific American Movie Place) anyways i decided to ban brad price for life for seeing movies as well as in 2 years he will be sentenced to his death by being dip in sulfric acid after he is tar and feathered. Chris Chesney, banned for life from seeing movies as well as getting a tattoo on his forehead that says 'Gay' in rainbow colors. Ms. Lockett can see movies only if she's in a happy mood, and on the job if she is ever caught being strict, off with her hair. Ms. Perry, haven't had any problems with her, but she is on parole, one mess up and bam a glued rainbow afro to her head. Mr gillette, he's cool, no problems there, Steve, he has to re take k - 12 and learn how to read availability, but thats all, Judy, no problems there as well, oh and shorb is retired, in the cage, in the loading dock, covered in syrup with birds pecking inside. Thats it for now. oh and we are all being payed by the hour at, Regulars 7.00, Supervisors 8.00, OCs 9.90, Managers 10.00, CEO (me) 100,000,000.14. well i'm tired and don't need to work tomorrow, yesss. catch yall on the flip side rosa's (oh yeah everyone we are replacing dawg with rosa now, so instead of wazzup dawg, its wazzup rosa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"...well there's Austin..Pfffffff" Anonymous person from STAMP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-106032812012086536?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106032812012086536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106032812012086536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106032812012086536' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-106014256356952304</id><published>2003-08-05T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T00:48:42.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm mad, AMC fucked up my scheduling again. on weekdays i put 7 - cl availability, which is basically no availability for week days u know because football practice, and guess what the freakin put me at 6-cl box monday tuesday and wednesday, what kinda bull shit is that. Damn they piss me off so much. and at that they have me a box. SO now if i go to a manager and be like yall messed up on the scheduling i can't work those days, and they say sorry just try and find some one for it. And another thing out of all the freakin people to choose to work box on monday tuesday and wednesday, y me, honestly. AHAHHHHHH. I'm gonna tell them i don't wanna be a box office cashier anymore and i'm gonna tell them they suck and they can suck my wang. Now that thats off my chest. today i went and got my books. I've never had so many people say hi to me before, and most of them were girls. Something must have changed my appearance this summer cause i've never gotten so much attention, i mean cindy, lisa, and jessie is like all over me, but she keeps calling me fat so forget her, u know she hasnt even apologized yet, you'd think that if she apologized maybe i would stop making her look bad. Jessie and cindy called my tonight and begged me to go see a movie with them and i was like i don't want to, and they were likee pleeeeeaaaaassseeee i'll buy u fries, and when i said i'd go they said no forget it. I don't understand jessie, she knows i don't like cindy why would she try and set me up with cindy, oh ya i know cause she wannttts mee to feel akward. ugh. when i got off the phone i threw it on my bed, i was kinda frustrated and was yelling in frustration to my parents and they laughed at me, i guess know one likes to take me seriously :) Anyway i'm bored i just went to try and play volleyball, didn't work, they ended up not wanting to play so we went to sonic and now i'm here, tomorrow i'm gonna go to 4-corners and i know jessie is gonna lecture me, and i also gotta go to work oh well, ugh work.... grrrr. Well i gotta go peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"Ha ha ha, Steven your sucked in." My dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-106014256356952304?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106014256356952304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106014256356952304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106014256356952304' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-106006100658567095</id><published>2003-08-05T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T00:23:26.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>aright guys. i decided to talk to cindy and i did, and i told cindy, like this i said i just wanna make sure this is straight, i mean ur cute and sweet and the nicest person, but i got football, and i don't wanna get to involved with that in the way, so i just wanted to make sure we're friends right now, cause i don't wanna hurt you and stuff, and well some people say that was good and other say i'm just leading her on more and that really bites my ass. i'm trying not to lead her on cause i don't wanna make her upset. anyway she misinterrupted it and is like, well i don't wanna take the risk of losing you to some one else, but i will wait patiently cause god rewards the patient. and i'm like gggaaaa leeee did she have to bring god into this so now i feel awful cause i am getting her excited grrrrr, i'm getting really frustrated with this. anyway, today i saw pirates of the carribean, it was good, i got to talk to jessie and say good bye to karly, jessie said i made her day so that was cool. but she also said steven if ur name was spelled with a "ph" you could be FAT. and i was like geeeeezzzz stab me a lil higher and u'll hit my heart. lol. tomorrow i have to get my books for school, and see a movie with cindy and bring her home, she wants to have dinner with us, ya how about no. so i gotta come up with a good excuse. i don't think she reads this so its all good. ya jessie threatened me so i gotta lotta pressure. oh well everything will turn out HOPEFULLY. well gotta hit the hay, peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"Your a sexy sexy man!" Jessica Lynn Stoddard (ya i am)&lt;br /&gt;"Steven i'm so bad, i got bored, so i drank." Shannon Klayman&lt;br /&gt;"I have a bag of muchies too, literally, it is cheetos and doritos and sunchips and pretzels, i'm so happy right now." Shannon Klayman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-106006100658567095?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106006100658567095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/106006100658567095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106006100658567095' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-105997700188943915</id><published>2003-08-04T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T01:03:21.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sup homies. I'm bored as usual, decided to write in me blog cause me bored and me also decided to use wrong pronouns. but anyways today me went to church, it was cool, then me went to lunch at friday's that was good, me didn't have to pay. came home did yard work chilled, went to movies saw american wedding again talked with some people from work went to taco C (taco cabana) ate with Jake, Karly, Booby, and alex sorta, that was cool, we had fun, then me came home and now me here. tomorrow, me see pirates of the caribean with booby, and say goodbye to karly :( then me will talk wit some people from work and take my physical where me cough. me go now, have fun have good day bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"Touche dat bro" - Steven Shepard&lt;br /&gt;"Boys have a penis and girls have a vagina" -little kid in Kindergarden Cop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-105997700188943915?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105997700188943915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105997700188943915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105997700188943915' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-105988114135874047</id><published>2003-08-02T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T22:25:41.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here's the situation. I have what i like to call "after-party syndrome." and basically what that is, isssss i'm bored and i wish i could do something fun like last night with bowling and i miss it. I actually kinda wished i worked today, u know to chill wit people, b ut all i work is box anyway, i think i'm gonna talk to steve bout that, cause i had fun at usher, i miss it. Not much to say here, i might say something later tonight, i should call cindy, but we always end up talking till like 1 something, and by that time everyone is off line, so i might, and just cut it short, but then i feel rude, u need to learn to say no and not care about how others feel all the time, well gonna go upstairs, bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-105988114135874047?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105988114135874047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105988114135874047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105988114135874047' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-105981032638854798</id><published>2003-08-02T02:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T03:10:57.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the whole problem with cindy is at the back of my head. I had some much fun tonight at bowling. man i needed that. Bunch of cool people there except brad, ugh, whatta poopsmith. But ya bowling was fun, the last game i blowed, but the other 2 i did alright. I got to talk with some people so thats fun, i got to talk with Karly a lil, and others, good times good times, everyone was laughing at me so that made me happy that others were having a good time. Jessie got me a strike, good job. I hope we do it again sometime. Work was ok today too. I had a usher shift for once. hell yes. and before that i saw American wedding, and last night i saw Gigli, worst movie ever, retarded guy was funny. theres something nibbling my brain though, yet again its jessie, my feelings for her just grow and grow, and i try to get rid of them and i did for a little bit you know save them inside or something for later who knows. But she's so frickin cool, i mean she makes me laugh and i don't she's just cool, and i have feelings for her, but i try not to show it, and i just treat her like a friend. in which she is. she is a good friend. Maybe she's why i am having trouble with feelings with cindy. who knows. but i still like jessie and i'm trying to get rid of it, u know its hard, oh well i'm to happy and hyper to let it bother me. Ok i just wanna know who reads this. SOOOOO..... &lt;br /&gt;IFFFFFF your livvving and you know it write in my shout box.... if ur living and u know it write in my shoutbox... if your living and u know it then i really want you to show it, if ur living and u know it write in my shout box..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Steven act drunk!" Shannon Klayman&lt;br /&gt;"Steven is so fat he can't even fit in the elevator!!" Jessica Stoddard (that one seriously hurt)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-105981032638854798?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105981032638854798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105981032638854798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105981032638854798' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-105972500922334032</id><published>2003-08-01T03:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T03:03:29.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm frustrated once again. I can seem to find any feelings towards cindy, theres something about her that i don't like but i'm not sure what. And she's becoming really touchy feely and its makin me feel awful cause i can't refuse cuddling and stuff cause i like the feeling of being held and used as a pillow and stuff. And i hate to have to tell her my self cause i don't wanna make her upset. I know how it feels to become dissappointed and i don't wanna do that to her. i don't wanna be a jerk, i am way too soft. so i'm kinda scared whats gonna happen. i feel as if i'm in a no win situation. and i am. oh well, just gotta have high hopes, and hopefully everything with go perfectly and know one will get hurt.  well thats all i got, i don't feel like talkin about my day, but i've had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;no quote today&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-105972500922334032?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105972500922334032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105972500922334032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105972500922334032' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-105959869284934314</id><published>2003-07-30T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T21:26:59.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just got back from my "date" with cindy, it was pretty short, but fun. First i went to 4-corners this morning, that was cool, me and cindy, good times, she saw a man naked, ohh man was that funny. but we chilled, we went back to her place and had some taquitos and watch TRL and i bonded with her dog. She went and took a shower and we went off bowling. we got there and bowled, i won both times no matter. we left, we were going to go to my house but i couldn't get a hold of my mom, and plus i remembered i needed to finish the yard, so we didn't i felt bad though, cause i think she thinks i'm trying to avoid her coming to my house, which i'm not, totally, the only reason that i don't want her over is because i have to drive her, and its a long drive, but its ok. Now i'm here chillen. Tomorrow jessie is gonna finally be at fo cow nas and were gonna figure something out and do something after that and at 8 we're gonna go to my bible study, and i'm doing the lesson, so i'm excited, and i'm not sure if jessie can, but i'm gonna go see screenings tonight, so that should be cool, eventful day tomorrow. YESTERDAY i worked box once again with christian once again and we chilled. everyone seemed to be bored. i got off and jessie and lisa are like hey steve u wanna have the honor of driving us to starbucks so we can listen to your BSB. and i said, oook. Having never gone to starbucks before i didnt know what to get, soo i asked for advice and got the chocolate malt, it was good. I was the last customer! booo yaaaa. Oh and earlier that day jessie was talking to cindy and me and jessie were trying to talk about it but everyone just kept butting in, it was actually iritating me but all good. ANYWAY cindy called while we were at starbucks, so that was slighty akward u know being at starbucks with jessie, lisa, and talking on the phone with cindy. Coincidence, i think not. But jessie was like let me talk to her let me talk to her so she talked to her for like 2 sec. and then me and cindy talked for like a min. and we went back to my car and drank stuff. OHHH YA. when we got there this guy and girl looked like William and Stacie. so i jumped out and was like HEEYYYY WILLLLIAAAMM!!! and jessie was like HEEEEEEYYYY STAAACCCIEEE!!! and they turned and looked, and it wasn't them, wow it was hi-larious.it was an overall funny night, lots and lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of laughs. good times. but i drove everyone to there car, and jessie was like ok see you online, and i was like ok, i got home, had to call cindy, talked for a loonnnggg time, so i didn't get to get online, and i felt bad. then i went to bed. and thats whats goin on. I'll be on tomorrow to let u know how my eventful day tomorrow went, but right now i gotta work on my bible study lesson, maybe my dad will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"There's a snake in my boots!" Tom Hanks/Woody Toy Story&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-105959869284934314?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105959869284934314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105959869284934314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105959869284934314' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-105946503393610091</id><published>2003-07-29T02:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T02:50:33.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here, chewing on a pen, talking to jessie, and aaron, he told me he has poop coming down his wall from the ceiling, i told him johnny depp was on the roof, and he had "the runs" that outta make him think. wait he found out its the dwarf from lord of the rings i bet that stinks. Today i had to go to the dentist, NO CAVITIES YAAAA. ohh ya and last night i watched slackers cause some people told me it was a good movie. It wasn't bad it made me laugh, and laugh some more, entertaining. after dentist today spongebob square pants came on from 1 to freakin 4, oh man thats crazy, that should be illegal. i can see it now, and if shown Spongebob Squarepants more than 2 hours, it shall be immediately shut down and fined. Man it was heaven, sponge bob rocks my world. then i went to work at 6, it was good, i had better days, had worse days. After work jessie got stuck in the levator heh sucka. Me aaron and her goofed around a bit, good times, i walked to my car, and i was almost molested by a bob, that was close, jessie followed me and demanded me to give me a ride to her car cause she's so lazy, so i drove her to her car and she play my backstreet boys cd in my car, and i drove across the parking lot and she was like, BAAAAAAhahahahahahahha, she was laughing uncontrollably, it was weird. i took her to her car and she was like bye and i was like bye, and we went out seperate ways. and now i'm here chillin like a villian on penicilan. I'm tired i don't feel like typin, so c ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"I don't see what's so great about a sponge wearing pants." - Jessica Stoddard&lt;br /&gt;"Dwarf shit ---- a big mound of unholiness" - Aaron Rosa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-105946503393610091?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105946503393610091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105946503393610091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105946503393610091' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-105936806255750322</id><published>2003-07-27T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-27T23:54:22.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored, soooo bored, can some one pleeeeeassseeeeeeeeeeeee entertaiiinnn meeeee. You like that ;)&lt;br /&gt;no one is online, and i don't feel like waiting to see if anyone will show up. but i don't wanna leave cause then i'm afraid i'll miss someone worth talking to. and thats the situation i'm in. I have dentist tomorrow, fun. then i have to work 6- cl box. i switch wit rokiesha and she took my 1 - 9 A/C ush. i swear i never get to work usher. oh well, i hope i have a good day and something good happens. OH and if ur happy and you know it, clap in the shout box, by typing "CLAP"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;it was something i read in the attendance pad at church, the youth write nick names, i wrote, Steven "you know it" shepard. my arch nemesis, Stephen saller wrote, Stephen "pants optional" saller, i man i almost busted out laughing in church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-105936806255750322?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105936806255750322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105936806255750322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105936806255750322' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-105927197267776714</id><published>2003-07-26T21:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T21:12:52.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok guys i feel better, i appreciate all who helped me and prayed for me a such, i think i over exagerated a bit, but i feel a bit better now, i got a bunch of stuff off my chest.... now good ol' steve is back, and alma i'm no dork.... i'm a cool guy, and whats the deal with all these people getting kisses, i'm getting nootthiinnggggg. and everyone is right, there are a lot more people reading this than i thought. oh well. Yesterday when we bowled was fun, it could be more fun but i had a lot on my mind. And i just want everyone to know brad is a perverted lil basterd. and i am sorry to jessie and lisa for not saying anything to him for what he did. but anywho, we bowled, i did good... for jessie,, man that made me frustrated i gave her 2 strikes nooo 3 strikes, and then like none for me. so she like ended with like a 177 and i got like a 113. jerk.  any waaaayyyssss, everyone needs to be nice to me, stop making fun of me.... i mean... wait... sorry, i'm watching waterboy, good movie. anyways, everyone smile, live life, only live it once, make the most of it, PEACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"will all the available ooshers come to box b and fix the tensaberriars." - Me hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-105927197267776714?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105927197267776714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105927197267776714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105927197267776714' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-105920047418271548</id><published>2003-07-26T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-26T01:59:13.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so fucking frustrated right now. I have anger, jealousy, depression, nervousness, compassion, regret, THE FREAKIN WORKS!!! I dont know what to do, i feel like i'm juggling 3 heavy anvils. I'm so freaaakin tense, i can't sleep i'm too awake, i'm shaking, oh man i'm confused.... AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-105920047418271548?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105920047418271548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105920047418271548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105920047418271548' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-105916279501143941</id><published>2003-07-25T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T14:53:14.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday, i went to 4 corners yet again with Cindy and Jessie, that was cool, but then afterwards i went to cindy's house and we watched Spaceballs, which she has never seen, and is one of the funniest movies ever. I could tell she enjoyed it, i was happy. We ordered pizza too, that was cool. But it was fun, i enjoyed my self. Well i had to leave, it was pouring, i couldn't see a thing on the way home, i was scared. but i chilled at home for a bit then went to work. it was boring too, i was with austin, so i had to entertain myself. OH YA and jessie stood me up again, and i guess she thought if she just came up to the theater to say hi, would make everything right, it didn't, So i think her new name is Ms. Stood uper. yup thats her name. but i went to the screening afterwards, i kept Lisa company and watched tomb raider, not a good movie, but i still had fun WITH OUT JESSIE. HA HOWS IT FEEL TO NOT BE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUN. MUUWAAHAHAHAHAHA. sorrry bout that i'm bored and hungry. today i have to work at 4 in box, its going to be my first time to work in box in a long time... YA RIGHT, U MIGHT AS WELL CALL ME THE BOX KING. oh pizza's ready i need to type faster. well after work were going bowling so that should be fun. i'm not gonna talk about any emotions today, maybe tomorrow, well talk to yall later, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"I AM THE LIZARD QUEEN!!!" - Lisa simpson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-105916279501143941?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105916279501143941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105916279501143941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105916279501143941' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-105901290950641542</id><published>2003-07-23T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T21:25:05.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HEY GUYS I'M BORED BUT YET IN AN ENERGETIC MODE. YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYARY! ok now that thats over with. So anyways its been a while, well not that long but half a week, so i'll start by talking about each day, starting with.........MONDAY. JUST ANOTHER MANIAC MONDAY wooooooooowoooo i wish it were sunday wooooo wooo cause thats my funday wooooo wooooo i just wanna get away woooo wooo just another maniac monday. ooooook. Monday I actually slept in which i haven't done in a while. I enjoyed that profusely (ehh like the vocabulary) anyway i had to finish the backyard, meaning cutting the grass which i ended up getting lectured about because i was suppose to do it sunday. Oh well. then i took a shower and got a haircut, which i like, i'm so freakin sexy. Anyway after a while i had to go to Jessie and Cindy's movie night thing. We watched the 3 amigos, good movie. I had a good time, kinda upset though cause i didn't get to talk to Jessie much, oh well, there are other days. But it turns out Cindy likes me so she called me the following morning, on TUUEEESSSDDDAAAYYYYYY. (did u like that phase changing, sooo smooth) Which i am really glad she called cause i almost overslept for my senior pictures, but she called wanting to know if i wanted to go and chill at her house, then see a movie. and i was like coo, sounds like a plan. SO after my senior pictures which i think are gonna turn out really well, she called and gave me directions, pretty far, oh well, i met her mom and sister, they think i'm some depressed guy or something. that will change. but we went to see bad boys, but i was kinda quiet throughout the date, not sure why, but i gave her a ride home, and we pulled up and debated on whether i should get out and walk her to the door or not, and i didn't which i totally regret, but i got home and called her cause i said i would, but before that, i talked to Jessie online and she's like soooo spill it what do u think of her, and i'm like well i don't really like her that way, i mean she's cool and stuff but just not interested, i kinda have my eye on someone else, and she's like oh and i felt bad, and then i said wait, don't tell her, wait till tomorrow, after this mission trip thing. so she said ok, and i called her that night, and we talked for a bit and i found out the time for the 4-corners thing. so i was suppose to meet her at her church at 10:15. so i woke up on this WEDNESDAAAYYYY morning and i was thinkin ok ok church, SOOOOO i end up driving to my church and i waited in the parking lot. I'm a frickin moron yes i know so thats why i was late and showed up at 10:30 and i felt bad but all is well. THe 4-corners was fun and i felt as if i helped a lot, and i got to talk to cindy more and jessie a bit more, we got back to the church and i took cindy back home and chilled at her house and we had PBJ sam witches and we watched legally blonde. which was entertaining. i had a good time there. but i got home and chilled for the day. I haven't talked to jessie yet, hopefully she hasn't told cindy yet, cause i don't really want her to, cause i mean she's cool and i still don't like her that way, but i wanna give her a chance, u know get to know her better. thats my current position. I'm not sure if i'm suppose to call her tonight, i don't really feel like it, u know talking and stuff. I'll talk to her tomorrow though. Its hard to like someone when u already have ur eyes on someone else. in which i still have my eyes on Jessie, i think i'm just gonna wait out on that one, and see how that goes. but thats all i got, now everyone is updated, now i'm hungry so i'll talk to everyone later. C ya, Steve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no, the dead have risen and their voting Republican." - Lisa Simpson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-105901290950641542?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105901290950641542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105901290950641542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105901290950641542' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-105875348397956963</id><published>2003-07-20T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T21:11:24.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am bored once again, there is simply nothing to do. No one is online, at least worth talking to. I would call someone but my dad is on the phone talking to my sister i assume, blah blah blah. I didn't have to work today i was pretty happy bought that. I didnt get to sleep in though but its ok it was for church so no biggie. I was almost late though. After church i went to lunch with my church buddies, basically like my best friends. I haven't seen them in a while due to the cruise and me working all the time. I mean i enjoy working with my AMC playas but i have other friends too, trust me guys there's plenty of steven to go around. But anywho i chilled with them, had a good time. Came home had dinner, my mom has a migraine but she's feeling better. I here my dad getting off the phone so i'll be right back..........................ok back, had to make a phone call even though i didn't make a phone call cause i don't have his number so its all gravy. Normally right now i'd be reading other people's journal entries. WELL no one feels the need to update there blog except for Aaron. who says theres poop all over my shirt and i have only one responce to that. Your the one who picked it up with ur bare hands and smeared it on while i wasn't looking AANNDD DDIINN'TT WWAASSHH YYOOUURR HHAANNDDSS!!!! hahahahahahahhaha poop. oh and allen updated his BUT NOT ANYONE ELSE U JERKS. And how come know one puts comments in my comment box or SHOUT OUTS. maybe know one reads this. maybe thats a good thing, who knows. But allen is telling me about a bowling night this friday, sounds intriging. OH! i also have tomar-E off. (tomorrow) So i don't have an excuse for being late at Jessie's movie night thingy ma bobber. So that should be fun, i'm excited, i haven't been to a church youth group with 30 - 40 people in it. so i'm pumped. YA!. well i gotta jet. well not really but i typed a bunch last time and i don't feel like typin no mo. so BYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"When I first heard that Marge was joining the police academy, I thought it would be fun and zany, like that movie -- Spaceballs. But instead it was dark and disturbing. Like that movie -- Police Academy." -- Homer Simpson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-105875348397956963?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105875348397956963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105875348397956963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105875348397956963' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-105867698759615407</id><published>2003-07-19T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-19T23:56:27.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm bored and have nothing to do actually for once so i decided to talk in this. So i apologize if i ramble or if there is bad grammer or typos cause i may just end up typing aimlessly so bare with me. Today and Yesterday (Friday) i worked in the morning. I'l start with yesterday. When i woke up i was like oh man i wish i worked at night, that thought changed when the day was over with and you will soon find out. Anyway i went to work at 10 in box of course. I got to work with Ashleigh so that was cool. She's been gone for a while so i got to chill with her. good times good times. Jake was working too at 12 but wasn't in our box so we got depressed. But then the power went out and our spirits were lifted. It was fun. i felt like a kid ;) Allen walks in later and is like so you guys goin to denny's tonight, and i was like huh and ashleigh was like i'm not sure. and i was like what are you talkin about and allen was like oh man, i thought i told u, well i gotta go so ashleigh you tell him. He left and she did amazingly, there was a surprise for Phil, a fellow employee, due to his b-day. And Phil is a cool guy, i like what he has to say, so i thought and thought and thought and this came into my head. Denny's times the people i know divided by the people i don't know plus surprising someone equals fun. here let me put it in equation form. Denny's = X; People i know = Y1; people i don't know = Y2; People you don't like = Y3; Surprising someone = Z; and Fun = PT (Party Time)&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                   &lt;strong&gt;If Y2 &lt;= Y3 then (( X * Y1) / 0) + Z = PT  which is predetermined to be error or no party time but if Y2 &gt; Y3 then (( X * Y1) / Y2+Y3)) + Z = PT where Z is not a required variable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK guys i just realized this equation is pure genious so it is copywrighted by the PBJT corp. (Peanut Butter Jelly Time Corp.) Which is strictly owned in part by Steven William Shepard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok ok lets get back on track. Later that day Aaron came into the box and told ashleigh that she had a phone call. She came back telling me that her cousin aunt and uncle got in a car wreck and her cousin was life flighted to the hospital in which he was lost later. Very demorilizing and i keep Ashleigh and her family in my prayers. any way i got of work and i was leaning towards not going to denny's with everyone. But Lisa really wanted me to go and so when i got home i thought about it. I decided to go and went up at AMC at like around 10:15. Wow was it busy. thats when i was thankful i was working in the morning, i mean holy crap was it busy. i wondered around and acted like i came up to get my check.... phhffffff ya right. And way i wondered and talked to some people. I talked to Jessie but was kinda on my toes hoping not to get her nor I in trouble. So i kinda cut the convo short and told her to find me, and she was like how am i gonna find u and i was like i'm like the north star, you'll always find me. Which i thought was really clever. She didn't think so, no props was so ever. she disregarded it like cold pancakes. So i went out side and talked to all the people in box like lisa marc and austin. None of them had breaks so i felt kinda sorry. anyway is was around 11 and i knew jessie wouldn't find me outside so i went inside and she isn't around so i go upstairs into the break room and what do i see jessie looking at allen in the dressing room, very demorilizing, but i waited politely anyway. and she found out i was going to denny's and she got "mad" at me. But anyway i walked her to her car along with Jake, cause she doesn't like being alone or something along those lines. and she offered us a ride back to the front, wow talk about dangerous. in my head i was singing, gonna take a ride in too the danga zone..... hehehe. anyway we took a tour of the parking lot and looked at jakes car. wow it was great. and way we got out and i stole her penny that was on the seat and forgot it was in my hand so i threw it in the fountain. anyways lets push the fast forward button so right now scroll down a bunch or else all you'll see is jibberish. ok go now!&lt;br /&gt;dlkjfhgiu nldfj lkkj jrtjriojfkjerscneivn ejkvjnf;si  opejgn skjdign sjd gw[gmriv s ruit0s8n-r8y4 jgfjse8  eutng fjs uefnue fjefklr87gw8d gjsnrug831 fjfhs fjf  s guaniedlkjfhgiu nldfj lkkj jrtjriojfkjerscneivn ejkvjnf;si  opejgn skjdign sjd gw[gmriv s ruit0s8n-r8y4 jgfjse8  eutng fjs uefnue fjefklr87gw8d gjsnrug831 fjfhs fjf  s guaniedlkjfhgiu nldfj lkkj jrtjriojfkjerscneivn ejkvjnf;si  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guaniedlkjfhgiu nldfj lkkj jrtjriojfkjerscneivn ejkvjnf;si  opejgn skjdign sjd gw[gmriv s ruit0s8n-r8y4 jgfjse8  eutng fjs uefnue fjefklr87gw8d gjsnrug831 fjfhs fjf  s guaniedlkjfhgiu nldfj lkkj jrtjriojfkjerscneivn ejkvjnf;si  opejgn skjdign sjd gw[gmriv s ruit0s8n-r8y4 jgfjse8  eutng fjs uefnue fjefklr87gw8d gjsnrug831 fjfhs fjf  s guaniedlkjfhgiu nldfj lkkj jrtjriojfkjerscneivn ejkvjnf;si  opejgn skjdign sjd gw[gmriv s ruit0s8n-r8y4 jgfjse8  eutng fjs uefnue fjefklr87gw8d gjsnrug831 fjfhs fjf  s guaniedlkjfhgiu nldfj lkkj jrtjriojfkjerscneivn ejkvjnf;si  opejgn skjdign sjd gw[gmriv s ruit0s8n-r8y4 jgfjse8  eutng fjs uefnue fjefklr87gw8d gjsnrug831 fjfhs fjf  s guaniedlkjfhgiu nldfj lkkj jrtjriojfkjerscneivn ejkvjnf;si  opejgn skjdign sjd gw[gmriv s ruit0s8n-r8y4 jgfjse8  eutng fjs uefnue fjefklr87gw8d gjsnrug831 fjfhs fjf  s guaniedlkjfhgiu nldfj lkkj jrtjriojfkjerscneivn ejkvjnf;si  opejgn skjdign sjd gw[gmriv s ruit0s8n-r8y4 jgfjse8  eutng fjs uefnue fjefklr87gw8d gjsnrug831 fjfhs fjf  s guaniedlkjfhgiu nldfj lkkj jrtjriojfkjerscneivn ejkvjnf;si  opejgn skjdign sjd gw[gmriv s ruit0s8n-r8y4 jgfjse8  eutng fjs uefnue fjefklr87gw8d gjsnrug831 fjfhs fjf  s guaniedlkjfhgiu nldfj lkkj jrtjriojfkjerscneivn ejkvjnf;si  opejgn skjdign sjd gw[gmriv s ruit0s8n-r8y4 jgfjse8  eutng fjs uefnue fjefklr87gw8d gjsnrug831 fjfhs fjf  s guanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK STOP NOW!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went to Denny's it was fun Me, Jake, Karly, Aaron and Lisa all sat at the same table and we played cards. i learned a new game and it was called lucky basterd or something along those lines, it was cool. anyway we ate, lisa got her food late, karlys steak looked like a hamburger patty aaron didn't eat, jake didn't finish his hash browns i mean fries and mine was scrumpsious, till this morning, wow, that was crazy, but lets not get into that. Phil had a good time i could see it in his face, and Lisa thought i was a good pillow and kept whipping her hair in my face, but no biggy, i like being a pillow. we left i told phil happy birthday and happy birthday from jessie, allen's arm reminded me. I drove Lisa back to AMC because her car was there. and i went home, checked online real quick and hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;Now today, AMC called and told me to come in at 11 due to ashleigh not being able to show up, no biggie, didn't bother me, so i showed up work with C.J. that was cool kinda boring. i got off at 6 came home, ate dinner, watched just married with parents, and now i'm here bored as hell. i've been typing for at least 45min. I don't feel like going to bed, so i think i'm gonna chill and see if anyone from work get online, i hope so cause i'm diein here. I hope everyone has a good day and god bless. Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Denny's = X; People i know = Y1; people i don't know = Y2; Surprising someone = Z; and Fun = PT (Party Time)." Steven Shepard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. oh man i crack my self up, heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.S. AND DONT FORGET THAT CRAP IS COPYRIGHTED!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-105867698759615407?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105867698759615407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105867698759615407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105867698759615407' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-105851104051565532</id><published>2003-07-18T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-18T01:50:40.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from seein most of Bad Boys 2, it was good, lots of action, very gory, definately a guy flick. Saw it with Marc and Jessie. other people were in there, but not very good friends with them, just aquantances. I left early cause jessie had to go, and i didnt want to be rude and just stay there, so i walked her to her car which was coincedently, next to mine. Which brings me to a kinda funny story. I was working box today with Josh. and jessie called on the phone or whatever thingy and told me to pick it up, and so i did and she was telling me about the times for BB2. so when i hung up josh was like what she want and i was like just talkin bout the screenings, and he was like, what u gonna see, and i was like i think we're gonna see BB2 and he was like YOU ARE TRYIN TO GO OUT WITH HER (we had a conversation prior to this with him asking me that) and i was like so what if i was and he was like u can't she's my girl, i'm tryin to go out with her, even though i always get rejected, she taking a break from her last b/f. and i was like. oh and i felt kinda bad u know. but on the topic of me trying to go out with her i have kinda mixed emotions. i mean on the positive side, she's really cool to talk to, she's fun, she's always happy, and she is cute. But on the negative, i don't know if i should take the risk of tryin something with her. cause i see her act the same with what she does with me to other guys. So i don't know we'll see. i'm gettin kinda aggrivated with workin 4 - ls bx. i don't like that shift. and i'm getting REALLY tired of workin BOX. i think i'm gonna talk to steve, about makin me usher sometimes. cause i'm starting to become better friends with the people at AMC, like Allen, Shannon, Jake, Karly, Jessie and so many other people. but any way i need to catch up on my Z's so i hope everyone has good days to come, everyone have high hopes. and if i don't see you, good morning, good afternoon, good evening, and good night. :) bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't know where you are going, you will wind up somewhere else!"  - Yogi Berra &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-105851104051565532?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105851104051565532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105851104051565532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105851104051565532' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-105833639055653782</id><published>2003-07-16T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T01:19:50.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well its been a while, I've been on vacation, i dont really feel like talking about the cruise cause its too long and drawn out. so i'm just chillin.bored as usual. Nothing big has happened, getting kinda upset cause all i work is box at AMC. so i dont get to talk to many people. I went to the meeting this morning. NO ONE WAS THERE. i mean people where there, but i knew none. And someone asked me if i was going to be there and she said ok now there is someone i can hang with, well THAT PERSON ENDED UP NOT SHOWING.......JESSIE! grrrrr..... maybe i should stand u up on ur movie night thiny ma bobber. anyway thats all i got, i think i'm gonna go to bed, sweet dreams all. Love everyone :D   have high hopes, PEACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Never comment on a woman's rear end. Never use the words "large" or "size" with "rear end". Never. Avoid the area altogether. Trust me. -Tim Allen &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-105833639055653782?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105833639055653782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105833639055653782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105833639055653782' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-105747243566006120</id><published>2003-07-06T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T01:20:35.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>alrighty, its late/early i can't type much cause i gotta go finish packing for tomorrow/today. Today/yesterday was pretty good, at work i was getting a little frustrated cause people are stupid mainly and my back and neck started hurting, but it got better once i got to sit down. i went home and to my surprise i see that i didn't have to mow the yard which put a lot off my chest. I started packing, sorta, but i'll get it done, anyway i headed out to the movie theater (i seem to never leave) and to my surprise again 28 days later was sold out, and i mean really sold out. So Jessie and I saw Terminater 3 again, her friend sarah bailed on her, but its all good. We had fun, at least i did, don't know bout her. OH YEA and on the way here i almost got in a wreck which would have totaly been my fault, i'm so happy that woulda really sucked. well now i'm here and i gotta get goin, gotta back, i'll respond to this in about a week, everyone have a good week, don't be to sad i'm gone ;). Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"The Lord's Prayer is 66 words, the Gettysburg Address is 286 words, there are 1,322 words in the Declaration of Independence, but government regulations on the sale of cabbage total 26,911 words." -From an article on the growth of federal regulations in the Oct. 24th issue of (National Review) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-105747243566006120?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105747243566006120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105747243566006120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105747243566006120' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-105737991564080447</id><published>2003-07-04T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T23:38:35.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, its been one day and only i've put in a shout out. sigh. SO i'll just tell you what i did today. First i woke up at around 12:30. It felt good, haven't been able to sleep in for a long time. Came down stairs had some lunch and just chilled for most the day. 5:30 rolled around and i had to get ready for work. But to my surprise, when i got there i was told i was cut. Had mixed feelings about this. I mean i wanted to go home but i'm already here and all my friends are here so i stayed there and chilled for bout 30min and talked to some people like Jon Buban, Jake and Karly Pavlicek, and Shannon Klayman. I was invited to Allen's party by shannon and that was cool cause she was like don't spread it around, so i felt cool cause i was invited :) But i decided not to go mainly cause I'm to lazy. Other reasons are that there will only be a select few that i would know, and majority of the "party attendents" are in college so i had a feeling that there might be alchohal or however you spell it present, and i'm not to big with that. Ya i know i'm a goody goody. I try, but anyways i went home and chilled once again, had some popcorn, the irony is that i work at AMC and hardly eat popcorn cause i'm sick of it, and drank some coke, the drink that only cool people drink. And now i'm here, all alone, bored. Tomorrow i have to work 10 - 6 BOX AS USUAL ugh. But its cool, i won't be alone at least. And afterwords i'm gonna see 28 days AGAIN with mi amiga (that means friend) Jessie so that should be cool, and that will be the last night i'll see every one for bout a week cause i'll be heading onto my cruise. WHOOP!!! but thats it i think i'm gonna start a quote thing for every entry. so here it is. DUCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Don't ask the question and you won't hear the lie" Fred and George from Harry Potter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-105737991564080447?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105737991564080447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105737991564080447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105737991564080447' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5543841.post-105729442762720185</id><published>2003-07-03T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-03T23:53:47.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aright guys. I'm Steven if you don't know and well i saw everyone have a journal so i'm like hey, how about being a leader and make your own. Basically i'm a happy person, nothing really bothers me, i like to make people laugh and i feel as if i do a good job. The only thing that is nawing inside me is that i feel lonely alot. Relationship wise. i have plenty of friends but i have never had a girlfriend or anything and working at AMC doesn't really help because a lot of dates show up so its just depressing. BUT i am not desperate or anything, but thats basically how i feel. Its mainly just a phase i go though, but its cool. Well i'm gonna figure out how to put a comment box and what i think i'm gonna do is, half i'm gonna say how i'm feeling and the other half you can post what u want me to talk about, kinda like a Q&amp;A. so Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5543841-105729442762720185?l=shepehs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105729442762720185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5543841/posts/default/105729442762720185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shepehs.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105729442762720185' title=''/><author><name>Steven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03149126566465042542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
