<?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-6513573826834361590</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:31:52.193-08:00</updated><category term='sleep'/><category term='311 day'/><category term='vegas'/><category term='311'/><category term='How to make a proper introduction'/><category term='Epic Fail'/><title type='text'>I eat like such a fat kid</title><subtitle type='html'>A place to collect my random thoughts on meaningless subjects</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatlikesuchafatkid.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6513573826834361590/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatlikesuchafatkid.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544605063659826033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nQg8LfQMck/S2NFVdpJqwI/AAAAAAAABS0/CgLapdVl4H0/S220/southpark.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513573826834361590.post-3900420605551667878</id><published>2010-03-04T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T15:23:29.233-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='311 day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='311'/><title type='text'>I can see the flashing lights...</title><content type='html'>Next week is 311 Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is 311 Day in Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i've pretty much started my Vegas vacation a week early.  I've already checked out of work, hell I did that on the 1st of the month...  Its just things at work suck right now, there are more problems than there are solutions and everyone else seems to have an emergency.  On top of our normal workload, we jsut can't keep up...  And personally, it doesn't help my focus that I have this sweet, completely freeing vacation lurking around the corner...  So naturally I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This vacation is so highly regarded in my mind.  I have the highest hopes, even though i try to tether them to avoid any potential crash and fall.  "You can't be let down if you don't expect the world." but seriously, 311 Day for me is at least 8 years in the making.  The first one in 2000 came with little fanfare.  By the time 311 Day 2004 rolled around, It became an Epic party.  But too poor to afford the trip in 2004 left me sitting on the sidelines. 2006 came and went as we were again, too broke and too busy raising Evan to be able to go.  At that time, it seemed so foreign to be gone from him for longer than a day.  We had to miss 2008 as the twins were born jsut two weeks prior to the festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk of 311 day 2010 started in September... My sis had already booked us hotels in New Orleans.  Then as the the announcement drew near, it became more apparent that New orleans was not going to happen.  We were crushed, because we really wanted to go to New Orleans.  Neither of us have been and we were really looking forward to it.  We were gonna tourist the city out and everything.  Oh well, there will be another time.  Finally in november, the announcement was made. 311 Day in Vegas.  It couldn't be any better than that. No Plane tickets required. Millions of Hotel rooms so no worries on finding cheapo rates.  Millions of other things to do.  As many free drinks as you want.  It was the next best thing.  And now it is only a week away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6513573826834361590-3900420605551667878?l=ieatlikesuchafatkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatlikesuchafatkid.blogspot.com/feeds/3900420605551667878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ieatlikesuchafatkid.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-can-see-flashing-lights.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6513573826834361590/posts/default/3900420605551667878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6513573826834361590/posts/default/3900420605551667878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatlikesuchafatkid.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-can-see-flashing-lights.html' title='I can see the flashing lights...'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544605063659826033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nQg8LfQMck/S2NFVdpJqwI/AAAAAAAABS0/CgLapdVl4H0/S220/southpark.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513573826834361590.post-7200898732372625397</id><published>2010-02-09T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T16:53:04.610-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><title type='text'>Im tired of your erratic behavior</title><content type='html'>Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sneaky, sneaky little bastard.  You are like the awful houseguest who comes over entirely to early.  You prevent me from enjoying the company of others in solitude.   And after you beat me into submission, you vanish before I am comfortable with your departure...  You force me to lie around and wish for your return...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are selfish and rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you when you are like this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6513573826834361590-7200898732372625397?l=ieatlikesuchafatkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatlikesuchafatkid.blogspot.com/feeds/7200898732372625397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ieatlikesuchafatkid.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-tired-of-your-erratic-behavior.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6513573826834361590/posts/default/7200898732372625397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6513573826834361590/posts/default/7200898732372625397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatlikesuchafatkid.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-tired-of-your-erratic-behavior.html' title='Im tired of your erratic behavior'/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544605063659826033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nQg8LfQMck/S2NFVdpJqwI/AAAAAAAABS0/CgLapdVl4H0/S220/southpark.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6513573826834361590.post-8485210805996879388</id><published>2010-01-29T12:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T10:18:52.172-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Epic Fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How to make a proper introduction'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am i here? Well, to put it simply, I'm bored. Occasionally I feel like I have something that I want to say but no real outlet to say/do it in. So this would be the solution to that problem. What this is or what this will become is something that I don't ever plan on defining. All it will ever be is the conduit for me to release the weirdness inside my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6513573826834361590-8485210805996879388?l=ieatlikesuchafatkid.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ieatlikesuchafatkid.blogspot.com/feeds/8485210805996879388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ieatlikesuchafatkid.blogspot.com/2010/01/ugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6513573826834361590/posts/default/8485210805996879388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6513573826834361590/posts/default/8485210805996879388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ieatlikesuchafatkid.blogspot.com/2010/01/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09544605063659826033</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7nQg8LfQMck/S2NFVdpJqwI/AAAAAAAABS0/CgLapdVl4H0/S220/southpark.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
