<?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-662623387549602026</id><updated>2012-02-15T22:30:49.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ParenthesisX</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-1516423529300188088</id><published>2012-01-04T18:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T18:08:54.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me questions about Ask me shit. &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/ParenthesisX" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/ParenthesisX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-1516423529300188088?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/1516423529300188088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2012/01/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/1516423529300188088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/1516423529300188088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2012/01/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-4979878813446515582</id><published>2011-03-29T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T00:11:55.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laying in bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was laying there in bed moments ago and thinking to myself and just as I was about to drift to sleep I came up with this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have me running on vinyl. falling in grooves and taking turns id normally never think of. Jumping over needles and spinning till my gravity gives out, but when the record comes to a still and your music falls short. all thats left of me is a scratch. and.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think this inspires me to do something but I'm not sure yet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe take pics and then print them to vinyl, or even frame them with records.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And it must be a photo of a young man chasing ??? on a ??? round the ???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-4979878813446515582?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/4979878813446515582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2011/03/laying-in-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/4979878813446515582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/4979878813446515582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2011/03/laying-in-bed.html' title='Laying in bed'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-8841704136166631051</id><published>2011-03-27T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T17:48:37.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new direction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ni4xCBkCeNQ/TY_aJ-2N4bI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ojb2EWCSVWg/s1600/kill%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bwoods.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ni4xCBkCeNQ/TY_aJ-2N4bI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ojb2EWCSVWg/s320/kill%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bwoods.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588925527614153138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to change and branch out into a new area of photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to come up with these elaborate stages and places that could never exist, so I think soon, I want to combine drawing and photos in a collaboration, to create what is truly going on in my mind, I want to create true ART pieces, ones that scream, not speak.&lt;br /&gt;I want to make something that truly breathes what I want to say....I will post such pieces on a secret account and will begin with old photos I already have....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make my own world.&lt;br /&gt;Im sick of this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZQb5bFkhuNM/TY_atwJlvyI/AAAAAAAAACc/T_drwgaYS9U/s320/reach%2Bfor%2Bthe%2Bworld2.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588926142144167714" /&gt;                           &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need a new direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach for the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-8841704136166631051?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/8841704136166631051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-direction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/8841704136166631051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/8841704136166631051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2011/03/new-direction.html' title='A new direction'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ni4xCBkCeNQ/TY_aJ-2N4bI/AAAAAAAAACU/Ojb2EWCSVWg/s72-c/kill%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bwoods.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-8166564833766946102</id><published>2011-03-25T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T11:50:39.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Theme Challenge</title><content type='html'>I think Im going to do the 100 theme challenge and I will keep track of it on here.&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to need a lot of models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Introduction&lt;br /&gt;2. Love&lt;br /&gt;3. Light&lt;br /&gt;4. Dark&lt;br /&gt;5. Rot&lt;br /&gt;6. Break&lt;br /&gt;7. Heaven&lt;br /&gt;8. Away&lt;br /&gt;9. Cut&lt;br /&gt;10. Breathe&lt;br /&gt;11. Memory&lt;br /&gt;12. Insanity&lt;br /&gt;13. Misfortune&lt;br /&gt;14. Smile&lt;br /&gt;15. Silence&lt;br /&gt;16. Spit&lt;br /&gt;17. Blood&lt;br /&gt;18. Under&lt;br /&gt;19. Gray&lt;br /&gt;20. Fortitude&lt;br /&gt;21. War&lt;br /&gt;22. Mother&lt;br /&gt;23. Distastefull&lt;br /&gt;24. Want&lt;br /&gt;25. Lurking&lt;br /&gt;26. Europe&lt;br /&gt;27. Foreign&lt;br /&gt;28. Sorrow&lt;br /&gt;29. Urban&lt;br /&gt;30. Rain&lt;br /&gt;31. Flower&lt;br /&gt;32. Night&lt;br /&gt;33. Wrath&lt;br /&gt;34. Moon&lt;br /&gt;35. Walk&lt;br /&gt;36. Precious&lt;br /&gt;37. See&lt;br /&gt;38. Abandoned&lt;br /&gt;39. Dream&lt;br /&gt;40. 4:29 PM&lt;br /&gt;41. Citric Acid&lt;br /&gt;42. Still&lt;br /&gt;43. Die&lt;br /&gt;44. Two Roads&lt;br /&gt;45. Two Guns&lt;br /&gt;46. Drop&lt;br /&gt;47. Dirt&lt;br /&gt;48. Young&lt;br /&gt;49. Preservatives&lt;br /&gt;50. Breaking the Rules&lt;br /&gt;51. Sport&lt;br /&gt;52. Old&lt;br /&gt;53. Desecrate&lt;br /&gt;54. Tower&lt;br /&gt;55. Need&lt;br /&gt;56. Biohazard&lt;br /&gt;57. Sacrificial&lt;br /&gt;58. Kick in the Head&lt;br /&gt;59. No Way Out&lt;br /&gt;60. Desert&lt;br /&gt;61. Fairy Tale&lt;br /&gt;62. Voodoo&lt;br /&gt;63. Do Not Disturb&lt;br /&gt;64. City&lt;br /&gt;65. Horrorific&lt;br /&gt;66. Snow&lt;br /&gt;67. Drum&lt;br /&gt;68. Hero&lt;br /&gt;69. Annoyance&lt;br /&gt;70. 67%&lt;br /&gt;71. Obsession&lt;br /&gt;72. Mislead&lt;br /&gt;73. I. Can't.&lt;br /&gt;74. Confrontation&lt;br /&gt;75. Mirror&lt;br /&gt;76. Broken&lt;br /&gt;77. Testament&lt;br /&gt;78. Drink&lt;br /&gt;79. FUCK [if this theme offends you you may do the alternate theme "Balk"]&lt;br /&gt;80. Words&lt;br /&gt;81. Pen and Paper&lt;br /&gt;82. +&lt;br /&gt;83. Heal&lt;br /&gt;84. Cold&lt;br /&gt;85. Sick&lt;br /&gt;86. Seeing Red&lt;br /&gt;87. Hunger&lt;br /&gt;88. Pain&lt;br /&gt;89. Through the Fire&lt;br /&gt;90. Triangle&lt;br /&gt;91. Drown&lt;br /&gt;92. Rape&lt;br /&gt;93. Iron&lt;br /&gt;94. Soft&lt;br /&gt;95. Advertisement&lt;br /&gt;96. Storm&lt;br /&gt;97. Safety&lt;br /&gt;98. Puzzle&lt;br /&gt;99. Alone&lt;br /&gt;100. Gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-8166564833766946102?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/8166564833766946102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2011/03/100-theme-challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/8166564833766946102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/8166564833766946102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2011/03/100-theme-challenge.html' title='100 Theme Challenge'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-316252394262110695</id><published>2010-10-22T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T20:02:06.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/parenthesisx/5106588196/" title="me n my octo by Parenthesis X, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1052/5106588196_4325c22136.jpg" alt="me n my octo" height="500" width="335" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such a lack of inspiration these days.&lt;br /&gt;Only things on my mind are getting from point A to point B.&lt;br /&gt;Its a simple mess of wake and learn.&lt;br /&gt;Not a whole lot of creative opportunities in a foundation of business class.&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something. I want to make something, I want to feel like I am of worth again.&lt;br /&gt;Next semester I am taking an intermediate photography class.&lt;br /&gt;There's so much I want to do....so little time in life. It seems like each day I spend without making something Is spent at a loss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.parenthesisx.deviantart.com"&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;a class="sqq"&gt;Necessity is the mother of invention, it is true, but its father is creativity, and knowledge is the midwife&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-316252394262110695?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/316252394262110695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/10/inside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/316252394262110695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/316252394262110695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/10/inside.html' title='Inside?'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1052/5106588196_4325c22136_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-3362163497565679264</id><published>2010-09-09T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T01:49:01.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Journal entry for school lawl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I was asked to write a journal entry for my Human relations class, of course I want an A, of course my teacher is strange, and of course I do the assignment. I was asked to write about my own personal strengths and weaknesses and then elaborate. blah blah death. anyway here is my assignment I thought might or might not be appropriate to post here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HR Journal Entry&lt;br /&gt;I am a strong person in many aspects of life.  I am highly intelligent, as well as a talented individual.&lt;br /&gt;I have very strong opinions and I often feel the need to express them be it for better or worse.&lt;br /&gt;I’m a social butterfly in every aspect of the phrase, I am very motivated, and outgoing.  I can walk into a room and instantly grab everyone’s attention. Although I suppose that I have many highly contradicting weaknesses as well, Most of my strength is immediately combated by a polar opposite. Making me a walking contradiction. I love change but I hate changing.  I have high expectations for those around me, yet not as much of myself. I am outgoing and timid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personality is a thing to be marveled and just as easily revered. . I read those around me, mold my personality to their liking, and then drop the mask the second I walk out of the room. All the while immediately re inventing myself on what’s almost hourly basis, simply to keep the world around me constantly moving at my own pace.  Confusing and spacious is how I like my world to be. Those around me in a constant whirlwind of confusion, while I remain completely centered. As if pushing the merry go round with everyone else on board.&lt;br /&gt;In my own mind, I am restless, in my own mind I am at peace. I have a personal saying I recently created.&lt;br /&gt;You see I created an online screen name ParenthesisX. It represents me in every aspect, and I can break this simple phrase up into hundreds of meanings that pertain to me. Though speaking to one of my colleague the other day I blurted out a mess of metaphors pertaining to me under that persona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Parenthesis&lt;br /&gt;I am (the beginning and the end)&lt;br /&gt;I am the stepping-stone to a mathematical equation with no numbers.&lt;br /&gt;I am the problem and the solution I am ParenthesisX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it enjoyable to be able to easily point out my strengths as well as weakness on a whim.&lt;br /&gt;Although most days I feel, I am colorblind solving a Rubix Cube.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-3362163497565679264?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/3362163497565679264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/09/journal-entry-for-school-lawl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/3362163497565679264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/3362163497565679264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/09/journal-entry-for-school-lawl.html' title='Journal entry for school lawl'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-8923277205251112143</id><published>2010-08-02T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T15:01:53.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of things I like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stuff I find beautiful/inspirational and or relevant to myself and things I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cages&lt;br /&gt;Birds&lt;br /&gt;Ram skulls&lt;br /&gt;puzzle pieces&lt;br /&gt;coffee&lt;br /&gt;city scape&lt;br /&gt;telephone poles&lt;br /&gt;wires&lt;br /&gt;gears&lt;br /&gt;wings&lt;br /&gt;cameras&lt;br /&gt;lenses&lt;br /&gt;mirrors&lt;br /&gt;crowns&lt;br /&gt;headphones&lt;br /&gt;dragons&lt;br /&gt;raspberries&lt;br /&gt;salt shakers&lt;br /&gt;small chests&lt;br /&gt;blue&lt;br /&gt;bottle caps&lt;br /&gt;glasses&lt;br /&gt;tall socks&lt;br /&gt;cathedrals&lt;br /&gt;hallways&lt;br /&gt;arches&lt;br /&gt;spines&lt;br /&gt;hands&lt;br /&gt;shoulders&lt;br /&gt;wrists&lt;br /&gt;collar bones&lt;br /&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;words&lt;br /&gt;letters&lt;br /&gt;Arabic language&lt;br /&gt;masks&lt;br /&gt;Japanese&lt;br /&gt;old trees&lt;br /&gt;fields&lt;br /&gt;empty places&lt;br /&gt;white&lt;br /&gt;England&lt;br /&gt;snow&lt;br /&gt;eggs&lt;br /&gt;feathers&lt;br /&gt;couches with obnoxious print&lt;br /&gt;mist&lt;br /&gt;fog&lt;br /&gt;skirts&lt;br /&gt;women&lt;br /&gt;paint&lt;br /&gt;carnivals&lt;br /&gt;rabbits&lt;br /&gt;rats&lt;br /&gt;instruments&lt;br /&gt;silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-8923277205251112143?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-3475688824097504242</id><published>2010-07-31T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T04:23:38.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Make Johanathan's Day Awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Target Acquired:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=downsized_0730002353.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/downsized_0730002353.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending Reinforcements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=downsized_0730001550.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/downsized_0730001550.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7X2OmuEwCkI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7X2OmuEwCkI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Here Is the Video of my day for those who are TLDR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I fell asleep talking to Johnathan because He was upset and I told him we would play the next morning and I would make him happy. So both him and I woke up late, myself with a back ache and him with messed up hands from punching concrete all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eventually met up at Apollo Burger and we headed to Blue Boutique and looked at sexual novelties, out of everything we looked at john ended up getting a zippo lighter, a really awesome Jack Daniels lighter might I add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually after loosing interest in looking at cock rings and obscene cake designs we left our friendly neighborhood novelty store, to divide ways and john and I went on to Little America hotel to check johns schedule, and marcus went to go keep up with his previously scheduled appointment to watch Avatar with my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and I did indeed visit his work, and then hunger stuck and a large serving of Sushi was in order.  We went to simply sushi and spent too much money and learned more about each other than necessary. Afterward we went to Sam Wells book store, and a mini mart, picked up drinks and sat out front of shogun and talked, and by talked I mean held each other tight screaming crying and making a scene, because it sounded like it was a requirement at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going off to war to serve my people!"&lt;br /&gt;"Why would you leave me like this!?! You should have just kept your job at best buy!"&lt;br /&gt;"Screw Best Buy, War is here, and its calling my name!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no john you can't go, what ever shall I do?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on. We then walked the streets in the general direction of coffee break because I had arranged to meet up with Tony and Marcus there, but of course we got side tracked, John threw up, We laid in a parking lot, we were Madonna for 15 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;Eventually we made it to our destination to meet up with Tony Marcus, and an old friend named Devi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat around joked and went out back and played with flo toys and glow gloves. John and I realized it was drawing close to time to go so marcus myself and john rushed to catch the last bus, and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ETzloPTU2R8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ETzloPTU2R8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus and myself stumbled over to Village Inn and I drew a stripper whore thing, with highly confused looking hair, and we hung out with aldo for about an hour when he got off work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am home and bed sounds like bliss. I have to work in 5 hours. Go me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and here is my racist song~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QW2pAwjOd5w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QW2pAwjOd5w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-3475688824097504242?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/3475688824097504242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/07/operation-make-johanathans-day-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/3475688824097504242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/3475688824097504242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/07/operation-make-johanathans-day-awesome.html' title='Operation Make Johanathan&apos;s Day Awesome'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-6401378545532533566</id><published>2010-07-22T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T00:29:02.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>( X Tattoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/02i17FpZ5Jo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/02i17FpZ5Jo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my last day in Seattle with Zio, we wanted to hang with Graz so we went with Graz to the tattoo shop and agreed to wait while he got his robot filled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked him up at his work. He works for Starbucks,  but he works at like central Starbucks lol as a call rep.&lt;br /&gt;he works here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=starbuckscorp.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/starbuckscorp.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called ahead and set up an appointment for the same time, to get my neck piece done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=johndrawing.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/johndrawing.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the appointment with John, he had some awesome dreads ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=inside1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/inside1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really awesome place, the whole upstairs of a loft was all this tattoo parlors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lbearings.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/lbearings.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=upstairs.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/upstairs.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=placing.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/placing.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Placing it in the right spot, we moved it about three times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tatpic.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/tatpic.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=grazrobot1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/grazrobot1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in with graz getting his tattoo shaded as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tatgraz.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/tatgraz.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=graztat.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/graztat.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mirror.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/mirror.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/?action=view&amp;current=ziopierce.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/ziopierce.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zio got his ears pierced as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to this place called the metro and not gunna lie, I would wear that fkn store, absolutely everything in there I loved. Ugh~&lt;br /&gt;So I bought this shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=111.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/111.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distracting, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, then we went to Graz's other work and I bought a coheed shirt, and then we met up with Jamie and we all went out to eat at Jup Jup Jup, It was uber awesome thai food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-6401378545532533566?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/6401378545532533566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/07/x-tattoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/6401378545532533566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/6401378545532533566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/07/x-tattoo.html' title='( X Tattoo'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-3572356759595193461</id><published>2010-07-22T22:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T22:49:48.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospitals and Porn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ir2zfNMqLHc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ir2zfNMqLHc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for porn we saw the intern and that was really gay, literally,  and some other one that was really lesbian and really bad until the red head came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we all got interested and I put it in slow mo making it better, and then we heard the car door of my parents vehicle slam and we all shot out of our seat screaming and running, My mom walked in and saw me running and I then fel to the floor and laughed hysterically, along with everyone else in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then offered my mom some tuna salad, because I was eating it while watching lesbian porn, and she had no idea, turned down my offer and we all laughed more, I am pretty sure I am missing a lung now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew What a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-3572356759595193461?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-5813656864670632758</id><published>2010-07-12T13:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T13:48:39.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this morning on my zio trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Went to the beach this morning, at 3am zio looks over at me and is like, "wanna go to the beach?" and im in a daze and say okay. he says right now? ...okay. So off we went on one of the most bullshitretardedawesome things I have done in a while, I got to drive his car through really windy roads in the Forrest out to the ocean, and a sea town and then to a cafe that didn't serve chowder and Zio is still offended. lol.  Then went shopping in Portland after the drive that almost killed us and took almost 5 hours, Zio bought me a ring I heavily protested and I bought a really fkn awesome bag~! awesome morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-5813656864670632758?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/5813656864670632758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-morning-on-my-zio-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/5813656864670632758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/5813656864670632758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/07/this-morning-on-my-zio-trip.html' title='this morning on my zio trip'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-4182031423999906246</id><published>2010-04-29T01:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T01:03:17.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesbian Brawl</title><content type='html'>So the other night I went to Club Pure with Rob, Holly, britney and some other bitches right?&lt;br /&gt;And you know it was a good night at the club.&lt;br /&gt;All well and dandy, untill while we were dancing some chick comes up and kisses britneys girlfriend. And I look over like aawww shit.&lt;br /&gt;So brit and her gf get in a whole fight, and robby's like hunny if your gunna cheat on someone do it when their not standing right there.Lol!&lt;br /&gt;So were all in the bathroom later on and the chick who kissed brits gf walks in, and Brit walks over to her and is like hey. and then punches her in the face~!&lt;br /&gt;Were like oh shit!&lt;br /&gt;We all split and brit eventually meets up with us out in the courtyard and were all smoking and talking with this kid whos too gay to function, and is showing off like a mutha fuck.&lt;br /&gt;So, the night carries on me and rob and holly go dance, holly of course who cant dance, lol It made me giggle how we had to dance around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So holly sees her ex gf sometime in the night and gets all emo, all the while im ignoring the bunch and talking to some black chick who wont stfu about my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me robby and holly are like lets go to the car to get a drink and then come back, so on our way to the car this random chick points me out and is like "Hey I think I know you~!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Im like oh really?&lt;br /&gt;and shes like yeah I have you on my myspace your that para chick. The photographer!&lt;br /&gt;and im like yeah that would be me, so she goes on "I love your work."&lt;br /&gt;Im like thanks and like trying to keep walking "okay well im gunna go now, maybe I'll see you inside."&lt;br /&gt;I respond to her.&lt;br /&gt;We get to the car have a shot of our sailor jerry's&lt;br /&gt;and make our way back to the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go back to the smokers pit and some really tall girl with elaborate makeup approaches me and begins on&lt;br /&gt;"Are you a photographer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turn to her, Yes mam I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes like "HEY I know you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im like this is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while I have no freaking clue who these people are.  O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she tells me shes in school for cosmetics and she wants to collaborate with me and im like uh yeah sure.&lt;br /&gt;I was not really the most sober as I should have been when agreeing to that.&lt;br /&gt;ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I talk to her for a while and eventually trail off to meet back up with robyn and holly and brits gf is talking to this really pretty guy and hes falling all over himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I waltz into the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;"yeha sure me too."&lt;br /&gt;Like I usually start convo's with people.&lt;br /&gt;attempting to vaugely agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he turns to me and stops dead in his tracks and is like "You are uh wow. love the hair love the outfit love everything you are just so pretty wow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im like thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robby walks up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and oh wow is this your gf?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robby- " yes yes I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me- Uhhh.&lt;br /&gt;He looks to robyn and touches her extentions.&lt;br /&gt;"you are wow just as amazing, long hair wow, you two make a beautiful couple."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robyns like I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I died. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So robyn turns to me and is like I want a coffee.&lt;br /&gt;and im like oh yeah me too, lets leave early and go get coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all get ready to go find holly brit and her gf. whew, all of them who were arguing about something, robyn and I ignoring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we head out to our car.&lt;br /&gt;and me and rpbyn make it get inside and look back and notice the rest of us are missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE pull out and drive down the street a little and park noticing our friends have not multiplied and we have no idea whats going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get out and here we see holly's ex gf, 3 of her friends, an asian named Jade and her friend.&lt;br /&gt;and im like uhh.&lt;br /&gt;and brit and her gf are all up in this chicks grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and holly is arguing with them all and im like oh shit, and bobbys like oh damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we caught it on VIDEO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(video will be up shortly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well pretty much all that happened, and it was fkn hilarious !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not laughed so hard in forever, I just wanted some coffee.&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by the time all that ended coffee was closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had to leave, god damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we FINALLY get all the girls in the car, after holly whining she lost her gauges and brit screaming she broke her ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to laugh cuz they were over it done, and hugging in fact after just fighting and the nthe random mexican bitch who nobody knew had to come out of no where and swing a punch and BLAM there ya go a 16 girl lesbian fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now lesbians they fight differrent than any other race (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They fight till someone is unconcious, bleeding, or they get pulled appart by a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm.&lt;br /&gt;pretty much none of that happened enough this night so it went on for a while.&lt;br /&gt;untill everyone felt that was enough and hugging was appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really i have no idea who the mexi chick was and just came in swingin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the while trying to get all these bitches to get in the damn car, it also does not help almost all of them were intoxicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially the camera man.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we finally get in the car and drive away, and im like fuck that. and down the last of the sailor jerrys, and i feel it in no time flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from that point on I remember picking up marcus who had to sit on me cuz  there was no room, getting on a free way listening to everyone scream about how crazy that shit was, and then magically there was a time warp and I was at a mc donalds holding a snack wrap and like choking on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I was home, and then I was out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-4182031423999906246?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/4182031423999906246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/04/lesbian-brawl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/4182031423999906246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/4182031423999906246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/04/lesbian-brawl.html' title='Lesbian Brawl'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-4239526677834542626</id><published>2010-04-12T22:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:43:32.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under watch by west jordan police dept.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/parenthesisx/4516603783/" title="Untitled by Parenthesis X, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4516603783_1a1889f1ff.jpg" width="500" height="335" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to this awesome park, the one Lydia busted her ankle at cuz shes retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that one, so we went there, although we didn't have to rush anyone to the emergency room this time, wewt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself, Alice, Marcus and Felisha, all hung out in a castle for about and hour taking photos.&lt;br /&gt;Felisha asked me how to do some band photography because she was asked to do a band photo, So I'm going to start teaching Felisha how to do photography.&lt;br /&gt;We worked on model positioning, I had Felisha pose Alice while I took photos of it all happening lol ^^&lt;br /&gt;Alice would immediately pose, and Felisha like "I cant work with this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So We hung out at the pavilion and Alice turned on her iphone and made awesome music in which we watched her dance to, it was rather amusing actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm not sure how we got on the subject but we started singing the lion king, and hakuna matata.&lt;br /&gt;I made up my own words and they were brilliant and now I have to do a cover and youtube video.&lt;br /&gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;  " I Hakunad your mama, it means no worries for the rest of her days, its no problem see, shes 83~ Hakunna mattata~~"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;br /&gt;I so need to get a camera, once I do it will be easy sailing and I can start working on cinematography ugh I would kill to be good at that as well &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Alice got on the table and i scream out "POSE!"&lt;br /&gt;and she immediately strikes a pose, and I'm like "change"&lt;br /&gt;and she makes a whole new one, we were like this is photo lingo dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marcus was very against having his picture taken today but I snapped a few just for giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/parenthesisx/4517237538/" title="Untitled by Parenthesis X, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4041/4517237538_6eb4a6286b.jpg" width="500" height="335" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/parenthesisx/4517237508/" title="Untitled by Parenthesis X, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2769/4517237508_b4ef846207.jpg" width="348" height="500" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-4239526677834542626?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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sit down with me and chat for a while, he had me tell him the whole Morgan story and we sat there for a good 15 minutes in front of the barber shop, we eventually continued on and made it to about Aldo's house where we sat again to break a while, it being about 4am now.&lt;br /&gt;We laid down and some U.T.A dude was going to work and he walked past us, and I coughed and it freaked him out. lol.&lt;br /&gt;We sat there for a while talking and then continued on. then a cop car pulled up.&lt;br /&gt;So we got pulled over for supposedly sleeping on the side of the road, and well i spose that's illegal.&lt;br /&gt;They took down our information and patted me and marcus down.&lt;br /&gt;So we sat on the side of the road waiting for the cops to be done and I flushed out my shoes of rocks, and about 10 minutes later they got done and let us on your way.&lt;br /&gt;So we walk some more and we finally make it to Chris's house who was not answering his phone.&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty offended.&lt;br /&gt;So we tapped on his window and knocked on his window, and called and called, yeah no  answer.&lt;br /&gt;so we sat up aginst his house ans I passed out on marcus, and then marcus woke me up and said lets just take the bus home.&lt;br /&gt;So we tried chris's window one last time we looked in using a chair and pfft that fat ass was not even there.&lt;br /&gt;I was helluh pissed.&lt;br /&gt;So we rode the bus home and let me tell you the second i laid down I was out like a light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-4003986950990461909?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/4003986950990461909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-not-sleeping.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/4003986950990461909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/4003986950990461909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-not-sleeping.html' title='I&apos;m Not Sleeping'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-4183720522869200110</id><published>2010-04-11T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:00:44.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heels and Greens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I woke up today by Alice walking into my room being like wake up sweetie. lol&lt;br /&gt;That was exciting.&lt;br /&gt;I got up and she had gone and I asked marcus where she went and she left to hang with some Jew kid.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even kidding this kid looks so Jew haha.&lt;br /&gt;hes awesome though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tony comes over and steals Marcus away and I watch monster house, and then alice comes back and we all sit around and play Yoshi's island.&lt;br /&gt;phew im a sucker for old games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leaves again and tony and Marcus come back from their "Bro-mance date"&lt;br /&gt;and they went off to watch the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back and we all pile into the car and go to greenhouse.&lt;br /&gt;Get there I'm in these bitchin heels and it was crazy hard to walk but they are very exciting heels.&lt;br /&gt;you can see them here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/parenthesisx/4513408813/" title="captillar by Parenthesis X, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4038/4513408813_eaf24c532d.jpg" width="454" height="500" alt="captillar" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a really fun photo shoot btw, I think I'm going to remake it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get there I walk in and Tony's like i think the ugly bitch with the red hair down there is angel.&lt;br /&gt;and I'm like yeah probably.&lt;br /&gt;So we go sit down and play cards and Alice texts me saying shes on her way there.&lt;br /&gt;We play for about 6 minutes before I get tired of playing with tony.&lt;br /&gt;See he has this thing where he kills games within the first about 10 minutes of playing, either by arrogance or stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go sit outside and Alice is there and we have a smoke and she talks.&lt;br /&gt;I ask her to go to the 5th annual hair show by Taylor Andrews with me&lt;br /&gt;but she declines since she goes to the rival hair school.&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;So her and I and tony and Marcus walk over to 7/11 and get smokes.&lt;br /&gt;Go back and sit at the table, tony and Marcus go inside, and Alice and I sit outside and speak about a couple problems she had been having, while I drew all over the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all re-group and play this trippy poker game some Indian game and we all loose to Alice like a lot lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then we all left and went back to my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to my house and had no idea what to do for ever.&lt;br /&gt;So Alice decides to sleep over and I left around 10 to hang out with Aldo.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm texting Alice for Aldo saying he wants to plow her and shes like.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't feel like sex anymore."&lt;br /&gt;and Aldo's like "you don't have to just lat there and read a magazine or something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I died.&lt;br /&gt;It was helluh funny because Alice had no idea it was a joke so she got all offended.&lt;br /&gt;hah good times.&lt;br /&gt;I had pie and talked magic and wonders with Aldo and we hung out until about 1am.&lt;br /&gt;I messed with his status and got lost in his phone.&lt;br /&gt;I love Aldo he makes my heart smile lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now I'm here at home watching Tom and Jerry, oh i lied now I'm watching the boondocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"not even death can stop a nigger moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Greens'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4038/4513408813_eaf24c532d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-1701144065696730853</id><published>2010-04-11T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T17:04:04.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random misc review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay here is some things I have done recently in the time I have not blogged, if you want me to expand on any of these topics just comment me or tell me and Ill write a full blog on any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*inhales.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved to idaho&lt;br /&gt;met a bunch of icelandics.&lt;br /&gt;made a prank phone call.&lt;br /&gt;Went to a huka bar.&lt;br /&gt;tomodatchi drunk frenzy&lt;br /&gt;Adam sleepover drunk party with him throwing condoms at me telling me to break in his bed.&lt;br /&gt;curses with kirsty,robyn,chris,marcus.&lt;br /&gt;lesbian fight out back of a club X 2&lt;br /&gt;Dear alice photo shoot&lt;br /&gt;Nick Corbins birthday party from hell/ movie magic making lawl&lt;br /&gt;vegas trip with angel/stealing money from whitney just because angel felt like it lawl.&lt;br /&gt;3.am isak overdose story from hell/ robyn to the rescue&lt;br /&gt;foreign film fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;the burning and destruction to the old friend bridge/ why you are or are not considered a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Persona 4 times&lt;br /&gt;what i learned from the internet lately, Nails, games, and boobs?&lt;br /&gt;computer bitching meltdown.&lt;br /&gt;oh hell nawh who walks away from that orion?&lt;br /&gt;16 reasons to smack chris.&lt;br /&gt;Zelda&lt;br /&gt;Culinary School&lt;br /&gt;views on fb&lt;br /&gt;adventure time photoshoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-1701144065696730853?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/1701144065696730853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-misc-review.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/1701144065696730853'/><link rel='self' 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haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So hes been paying for me and marcus and chris to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we did a huge lan the other night and it was amazing, although mildly offensive being killed by a 10 year old. As usual Tony wins but thats one of those traits you get by not having a life for 18 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;haha. So I have been doing some photo shoots lately and I am getting a website by the end of the month.  my lack of blogging is inexcusable hopefully I will put at least a little more effort in to blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So here I am watching robot chicken with Tony, chris, and marcus my god this show confuses and tantalizes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;speaking of, I have been watching a lot of foreign films lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I saw this movie called Balzac And The Little Chinese Seamstress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I recommend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a cute tale of two men falling for the same girl and in their own way showing their affection, reading foreign novels to her its a cute tale if your not my friend robyn.  (shes afraid of asians lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw  a french film called Eldorado......yeeah, Im pretty sure I missed something in this film.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It starts off with a robber and this guy throwing a tail pipe at the robber and then droping the robber off at an intersection and giving him money for a bus. not gunna lie If a guy tried to rob me I would not drop him off at a bus stop and give him some cash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so guys goes to work and comes home and the kid is still at the bus stop, so he tells him to get in and they make this huge trip to the French border, that was apparently really far away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they break down, a creepy guy saves them and gets them drunk, they tape their hair to the ceiling of their car so when they fall asleep it pulls their hair and they wake up, brilliant if you ask me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway it fails they drive off a cliff, chill in a trailer, meet a nudist, save the car, go to the robbers moms house, do yard work, leave, go to a store, steal a soda leave, go to a rest stop under a bridge, then randomly a Doberman gets thrown off a bridge on to the car they were driving.....they take the dog to a city, main character gives money to the robber, robber leaves to get smack to shoot up the dog to kill it, robber does not come back, guy drives away, dog dies, man buries dog....smokes.....end of movie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...Either I missed something or it was actually that bad..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Watched a movie called the contact, that was a Korean film. possibly one of the most irritating film. about two people meeting online and then seeing each other everywhere and not actually knowing eachother, the ending was a long story just know I was offended lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw a film called Fat Girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My....god....no...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO  i go to the library and pick up this film thinking oh okay this could be okay......haha no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its a film about this little girl who is like 14 watch her 15 year old sister get it on with a college student.....and thats about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now that could have been okay if it didint have this m night shamalan twist ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just know I have a whole rant for this movie, that i might vlog, but for now rent it and shit yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thats all I have to say for now ja-ne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-8179823822922491901?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/8179823822922491901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/02/out-take.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/6297931979746537059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/6297931979746537059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/02/out-take.html' title='out take'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' 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America!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Ef Em Ehl Oh El.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS gunna upload my movie movie, but alas now I shall just make a vlog.&lt;br /&gt;Heres a vlog about nothing important. =^^=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/KgIzjnEje98&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/KgIzjnEje98&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-445725249185408482?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/445725249185408482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-ef-em-ehl-oh-el.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/445725249185408482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/445725249185408482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-ef-em-ehl-oh-el.html' title='Holy Tambarine Its Capt. America!'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-987763394548509798</id><published>2010-01-15T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:22:16.088-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lulz randy</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 style="text-align: center;" class="other"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1080904494"&gt;Randy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;I love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: center;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;10:45pm&lt;/span&gt;Dana&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;orly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;y so&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: center;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;10:46pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1080904494"&gt;Randy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;It was something unexpected to say~ I wanted to see your reaction, Though I care very much about you, It's not really love, but logic dictates that your personality in general would be why you're a desirable person~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: center;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;10:51pm&lt;/span&gt;Dana&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" id="msg_1080904494_1368136166" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;oh really?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: center;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;10:51pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1080904494"&gt;Randy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;You're fun, unpredictable, spontaneous, VERY intelligent and talented in most art forms, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;At least what I've seen what you're good at it if you try~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: center;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;10:53pm&lt;/span&gt;Dana&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" id="msg_1080904494_2453920357" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;tis fairly true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: center;" class="other"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1080904494"&gt;Randy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;Mmmmhmmmm~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: center;" class="self"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_self"&gt;10:53pm&lt;/span&gt;Dana&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" id="msg_1080904494_115989734" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;and what brought on this spontaneous thought process?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: center;" class="other"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1080904494"&gt;Randy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;I'm not certain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;I think it's just that,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;Spontaneous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;It might also be that I miss you very much, Everyone whom is relevant is moving away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: center;" class="self"&gt;Dana&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" id="msg_1080904494_2780110383" class="p_self pic_padding"&gt;yeah all the smart people are getting out now lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5 style="text-align: center;" class="other"&gt; &lt;span class="time_stamp ts_other"&gt;10:57pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1080904494"&gt;Randy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="p_other pic_padding"&gt;Yeah.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-987763394548509798?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/987763394548509798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/01/lulz-randy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/987763394548509798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/987763394548509798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/01/lulz-randy.html' title='lulz randy'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-7060989499029725275</id><published>2010-01-15T19:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T19:47:55.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;Penis?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Why yes thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/ParenthesisX"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-7060989499029725275?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/7060989499029725275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/7060989499029725275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/7060989499029725275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme_15.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-1938218475077112041</id><published>2010-01-15T19:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T19:39:22.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>    &lt;p class="formspringmeQuestion"&gt;        &lt;strong&gt;What is your dream house?&lt;/strong&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;One with a roller coaster in the basement, no wait, a theme park in the basement! Oh hell yes~! but viewed as an old Victorian home on the outside, with a tennis court on the roof and a huge master bathroom with a jetted tub, and the entry way must have small streams and bridges crossing the water, and I want an old school elevator, 4 stories and a 15 acre basement but the house needs to be not so large. &lt;br /&gt;complete with a lounge and a studio. Do want. Actually its really funny, I drew this house and all the floor plans etc when I was 7 and I still remember it all. I wonder where those drawings went.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/ParenthesisX"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-1938218475077112041?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/1938218475077112041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/1938218475077112041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/1938218475077112041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-3068185378492318483</id><published>2010-01-15T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T09:21:11.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portfolio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;alright!~ Finally set up my online portfolio well, my deviantart one lol, I still need to make a site, Jesus I need to get off my arsenal and hire someone or learn how to make a website for my work. :( that would be a huge help lol and I need to fix my irl portfolio lol so much to do. so unfair anyway go check out my new DA portfolio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://parenthesisx.daportfolio.com/"&gt;ParenthesisX Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-3068185378492318483?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/3068185378492318483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/01/portfolio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/3068185378492318483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/3068185378492318483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2010/01/portfolio.html' title='Portfolio'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-5081935910233306111</id><published>2010-01-15T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:21:52.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonja Photoshoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;woke up late and finally got around to getting back to the celusta house around 3:30 or so.&lt;br /&gt;I called sonja and we decided she would pick me up at the house.&lt;br /&gt;So around 4 or so she arrived and we jumped into her Kia and away we went we were going to go to some park area of sorts but never made it there since it was already late and the light was leaving us.&lt;br /&gt;So we went downtown and ended up at shige the sushi bar and steakhouse.&lt;br /&gt;I was stoked when she offered to buy us a roll.&lt;br /&gt;we ordered 2 avocado and eel rolls.&lt;br /&gt;i loved it very much so and we sat in the new addition to the restaurant it was incredibly pretty in there.&lt;br /&gt;We happily ate our rolls speaking of art and culture and our views on mainstream media.&lt;br /&gt;We seem to have quite the same thoughts on an array of things.&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice conversation.&lt;br /&gt;After sushi I busted out the camera and we began shooting around the restaurant, there was such a beautiful red couch and floral things around.&lt;br /&gt;we shot until dark, apparently she just got a job at the pie hole, and thats pretty nifty.&lt;br /&gt;We found a really awesome clothing store that I would love to purchase clothing from sometime.&lt;br /&gt;randomly on the street I saw the most beautiful blond, and I pointed her out and asked her if I may take a photo, she agreed and we exchanged numbers I would love to work with her in the future, her name is haylee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was just ugh just really pretty so i snapped a shot of her and Sonja and we went on our way, we eventually got cold and went back to the car, but we decided we might go get our nails done after work tomorrow and get a free makeover.&lt;br /&gt;So Sonja drives me home and I express to her about photos and my lack of ideas lately, I tell her about the whole tarot card shoot and paranoia shoot.&lt;br /&gt;and about how I want to create techno opera.&lt;br /&gt;good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So She drops me off and I come home to a camera on a tripod in the living room pointed at the tv, Odinn playing fallout Orion on the computer, nick at the table, Einar at the table and everyone getting ready  to do uhh something that has to do with the movie their doing called illuminated. its a film they are all creating, long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have pizza and I sit at my computer, mess with FL studio, about 2 hours later most people leave and now here I am blogging with Odinn,Orion,Einar and nick crowded around Odinn playing fallout.&lt;br /&gt;Fun times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/parenthesisx/4253313440/" title="shige patio by Parenthesis X, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4021/4253313440_baf917e510.jpg" alt="shige patio" height="334" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/parenthesisx/4252547935/" title="indounb by Parenthesis X, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2791/4252547935_bed2897928.jpg" alt="indounb" height="500" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4021/4253313440_baf917e510_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-7970988506610815615</id><published>2009-12-29T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T02:14:33.599-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 12 19 09 hours 10am - 7am</title><content type='html'>So on the 19th I woke up to a phone call from my parents and It was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad asking me if I wanted to go see Avatar with them for daddys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthday. I agree and get up from phi's and leave his place at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 10, so hurray only like 2 hours of sleep...heh if that.&lt;br /&gt;So I get to my parents house and they are already in their car ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to go, btw I looked like hell.&lt;br /&gt;I looked like as if hell took a shit on my face and by that I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beat in the face by hell, and by that i mean FML.&lt;br /&gt;So we get to the theater and were early, helluh early, so we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inside and wait for like 20 minuts for anything to even be ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with some other guy who was doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;we conversated with him a while and finally got our tickets, hm we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw it in 3D!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty much I had barely slept that night.&lt;br /&gt;So we get into the theater and when the previews started, My ass was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out like a light.&lt;br /&gt;I missed whatever happened up untill the cripple meets the cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise no idea how that movie started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome for what I saw, A good thrill ride indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy really liked it and so did mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shes so cute when she gets excited about movies and video games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So afterwards we went out to eat, well by that I mean to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in utah theres this place called kiwi bakery and I used to go as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little girl but they closed down for many years and just recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to re open.&lt;br /&gt;So I was stoked to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there and I got a cream puff thing and daddy ordered the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baked fish and chips for the family.&lt;br /&gt;I love that stuff, its like if sex was a fish.&lt;br /&gt;and not a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty much great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres us in the bakery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/Blogger/1219091530.flv" height="361" width="600"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we went home and ate afterward I went over to Chris's&lt;br /&gt;and we dinked around on the computer for a while and talked with Robyn and junk.&lt;br /&gt;We found magnets on the fridge and was like oooh fun stuff and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knelled and was playing with a drawing board and stood up and hit my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;head on Chris's elbow and BAM instant headache.&lt;br /&gt;As I always have when hit in the head.&lt;br /&gt;Its an annoying problem I know.&lt;br /&gt;I walked over to Chris's room and passed out for a few hours to rid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up that night and saw chris online doing whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and said we should go out and do something, lets go fake it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we jumped in my car and off we went to wherever we were going.&lt;br /&gt;we then drove passed this cemetery having some luminary festival and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looked way exciting.&lt;br /&gt;So we pulled over and took some photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/Blogger/?action=view&amp;amp;current=niggazqard.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/Blogger/niggazqard.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tested the light and then decided we needed a model.&lt;br /&gt;so we called katrina, no answer.&lt;br /&gt;called lydia.&lt;br /&gt;no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we said well shit..... and I was like uhh lets go out on a limb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and call angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whom I had already made peace with we texted eachother often while I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was in boise so I was not too worried about asking her to come out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a matter of was she willing to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we call her and shes like yeah sure I just need to shower and ill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we dinked around more and while waiting we called kah-C and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love those two so much~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up chino and told kah-c to meet me at the hunter library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we got her from there, we then went back to the cemetery and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a few shots while waiting for angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/parenthesisx/4227264205/" title="then1 by Parenthesis X, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4227264205_4628fbaaae.jpg" alt="then1" height="335" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/parenthesisx/4227264213/" title="tagg by Parenthesis X, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2725/4227264213_f174d74823.jpg" alt="tagg" height="334" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/parenthesisx/4227264219/" title="Silent night by Parenthesis X, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2564/4227264219_a15caaac90.jpg" alt="Silent night" height="500" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally angel calls back and we go pick her up as well.&lt;br /&gt;I tell her to put on a prom dress, and we then go get kah-c's prom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dress and It looked amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved kah-c's dress It was so pretty~! she looks so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went back to the cemetery and took more photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One shot of which we took a bag and Chris lit it on fire and the shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was brilliant untill Kah-C's dress caught fire lololol~!&lt;br /&gt;I fell to the snow and laughed so hard, while chino and chris were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;putting it out I was just rolling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres the shot totally worth the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/parenthesisx/4227284157/" title="starlight by Parenthesis X, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4042/4227284157_ed9faff00d.jpg" alt="starlight" height="500" width="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we got bored of the cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;and by that I mean scared someone called the cops haha.&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the mortuary and took more photos near a big beautiful tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was very hetero in one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/Blogger/?action=view&amp;amp;current=awah.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/Blogger/awah.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and highly lez in the other hahaha...poor chino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/Blogger/?action=view&amp;amp;current=things.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/Blogger/things.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i rofl'ed at least 2 more times there as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove over to game star and took some shots of chino hes so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/?action=view&amp;current=chinoo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/chinoo.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_0871.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/DSC_0871.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destination downtown magna now, I love taking photos there. I just adore that place in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we found a circle of trees lit by a bunch of Christmas lights, they were so pretty we took a whole mess of shots there, in which I kept making the girls take off their jackets and they hated me for it cuz it was cold.&lt;br /&gt;Chris made a great coat rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful, it looked way more incredible in person, I need to practice low light photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/parenthesisx/4227288833/" title="epicshityo by Parenthesis X, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2513/4227288833_46842d23cc.jpg" width="500" height="335" alt="epicshityo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we made it to the magna downtown strip and took a shot of the fence, It was so intense!!&lt;br /&gt;these little icicles were forming all over everything, It was absolutely beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish I had a macro lens then ugh Id kill for a macro lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got back in the car and everyone was like bitch go to dees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to dees.&lt;br /&gt;We get there anhd got a big booth and in the corner there was this ugly ass boy in the corner wearing a naruto headband and ya know i have seen this kid go into dees every  time i have gone so far lately, maybe they are the new regulars.&lt;br /&gt;ghay&lt;br /&gt;their ugly&lt;br /&gt;dees deserves hotter regulars!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah anyway.&lt;br /&gt;so i called him a narutard. and angels all loud is like "WHATS A NARUTARD?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im like shhh shut your whore mouth!&lt;br /&gt;she was so upset she didint know what it was.&lt;br /&gt;all the while the whole table kept staring at us and giving evil dirty looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So chino buys cheese fries, chris gets a drink, kah-c gets cheese fries to share with me and angel get a huge ass fucking brownie.&lt;br /&gt;with like a tub of fudge.&lt;br /&gt;I was like your sooooo obese~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was way funny to watch im like shit girl the fat kid just got a soda! whats wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we sat and made fun of eachother a while and talked about god knows what, I just know at some point in time kah-c was like "stfu dana we all know you have been ridin like a bus route."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we laughed so hard, she later confessed it was from a song.&lt;br /&gt;minus 15 points.&lt;br /&gt;she coulda just went with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we drove everyone back and it was a pretty good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and chris got back to his house after droping off chino and kah-c and angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and chris were sooo tired, we layed on his bed and I attempted to play gaia, for god knows why, and I decided to get on the jigsaw puzzle, and I was so tired, I could not play it for the life of me. I played it like a blind kid in a relay race.&lt;br /&gt;then passed out like the blind kid did from exaustion due to playing a relay race with a boulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was my day/ night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-7970988506610815615?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/7970988506610815615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-2-12-19-09-hours-10am-7am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/7970988506610815615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/7970988506610815615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/12/day-2-12-19-09-hours-10am-7am.html' title='Day 2 12 19 09 hours 10am - 7am'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/Blogger/th_niggazqard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-3261148107388604858</id><published>2009-12-29T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T21:10:01.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in utah hours 9-8am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-----night 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up one morning and got a phone call from my mom saying I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should come home, and  that I should give up on living in boise and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that they wanted to see me for chirstmas.&lt;br /&gt;I quickly responded no, and went along with what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;I pulled out my application for school and filled it out then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noticing I needed a few letters of recomend from adults in my life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO I call mom back and tell her to write me a letter and that I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spur of the moment going down to utah to see mom for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I pack up and go upstairs and tell Elizibeth that I will be leaving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a week or so and I'll be back. I give her 100$ for rent and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave.&lt;br /&gt;I still owe her more, but Im hoping I can get that.... well when I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I talk to chris on the phone most of the way through up untill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about mountain home or so and then Im on my own.&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty quiet drive up untill about tremonton where I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving behind a truck carrying crates and one of the crates decided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to fall off the back of the truck, and right at me in fog.&lt;br /&gt;I swerve out of the way and the semi behind me took the hit, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowed down a while and eventually caught back up to the semi, that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now had a huge 2 by four in the passenger side of his wind shield.&lt;br /&gt;I was llike damn, good thing marcus didint come.&lt;br /&gt;he woulda helluh died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call a few of my friends and tell them to meet me at coffee break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 12 and that I would be there then.&lt;br /&gt;I arrive around 9ish and Go spend some time with my mom, haha even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before actually arriving to my house I stoped at chris's and picked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my mom when i was in twin falls and told her to go get me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleach, because my hair looked like dick and needed a fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretty much the second I got home chris and I began dying my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as my mom played persona 3 on the couch of the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO my hair went from this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/Blogger/?action=view&amp;current=crazy-bad.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/Blogger/crazy-bad.jpg" border="0" alt="crazy bad"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/Blogger/?action=view&amp;current=rtret.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/Blogger/rtret.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then off to coffee break to meet up with friends.&lt;br /&gt;Chris and I arrived to see robyn and kirsty in the parking lot, bla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla hug hug stuff stuff, we went inside and sat on the couches and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked for about 2 hours, took photos, hit on robyn and cookie, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a blasty blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/Blogger/?action=view&amp;current=coffeebreak.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/Blogger/coffeebreak.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and texted my ex, with lots of lulz.&lt;br /&gt;he tells me "dont think of me"&lt;br /&gt;I say "No worries I dont. Although I think fondly of you when I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a mentally challenged socially akward obese teen wackin it to wow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So robby eventually had to leave cuz she had work in the morning and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as offended as I was, I had to let er go.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;We headed off to our next destination, all the while I get texts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from Alex saying he wants to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask where he moved to and we make our way to his appartment.&lt;br /&gt;We stood on the balcony and smoked a while and talked, and he showed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us his bong collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/Blogger/1219090348.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as well as feed me some really good thing and i liked it.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;it was a granola bar wtf you thinkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in his apartment he has the most awesome old school microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/Blogger/?action=view&amp;current=downsized_1219090412.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/Blogger/downsized_1219090412.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that kat is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;he rolls left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/Blogger/?action=view&amp;current=downsized_1219090409.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/Blogger/downsized_1219090409.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a kick ass time with alex, so kick ass indeed he recorded me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a new cell phone ring tone, it sounds liek this "nts nts *ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gurgle noise* nts nts *ugly gurgle noise* Answer ya phone nigger~!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I luved it. Its still my ring tone. Its ugly and amazing, just wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he made the murlock noise, oh wait I think he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well so then he got tired and weleft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to wal mart and visited phil for just a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although on our way to wal mart was not that simple....&lt;br /&gt;So there I am stoped at a light minding my own buisness and the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;light turns green and I continue to turn left and just as im about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to turn into wal mart chris screams keep goin!!! keep going dont go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this way!! keep goin!!&lt;br /&gt;Im like shit fuck what what what!!!&lt;br /&gt;He says "I looked over and this guy in the other car was all thug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about life and holding his wheel all pimp and ugly so I decided to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mock him all rude and fat, he gave me the look of a lifetime, and by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lifetime I mean the look of a thousand beatings!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I take the Looong way to walmart,&lt;br /&gt;we turn in and chris is like "omg I think i see his car!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im like what no you dont hes like "aw shiiiiittt hes hiding between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lanes!! turn turn !! go right!! okay park over ther!!! over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I do so and we get out of the car and I start walking toward the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;front exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no no dont go that way go around!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I follow chris on an epic mission impossible.....mission?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we run around the building like waaay out of the way, looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out for the guy with the "evil hat" lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while since like 2 miles down the road ago, I had been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to explain to chris this scene in the movie american history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we would be running and im like "yeah and this black guy goes up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to his truck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while chris is ignoring me looking out for the evil hat man from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier. So were running through walmart up and down the isles.&lt;br /&gt;and Im like chris this is stupid that hat guy is not following us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and chris is running off and im following him down the isles trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to catch my breath, and I scream "STOP, just stop stop...stop.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he turns to me expectantly...wondering what intense thing I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so edward norton.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he bursts out with laughter he died. he literally fell ot his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knees and laughed till he cried, as I did the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now a fat kid and an akwardly hair colored girl are rolling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around the floor of walmart in the cookie isle laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;histerically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah we saw phil and things and gave him the hug of a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stole his fries, then got bored and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drove chris back to his house, and hung out with him till 7am,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we messed around on the computer, I waited for phil to get off work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and went over to his house and stayed up a few hours talking and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep on his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas eventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my first day back in utah.&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-3261148107388604858?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/3261148107388604858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-in-utah-hours-9-8am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/3261148107388604858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/3261148107388604858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/12/back-in-utah-hours-9-8am.html' title='Back in utah hours 9-8am'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/Blogger/th_crazy-bad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-7736988713152205614</id><published>2009-12-12T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T18:19:24.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking dawn MUST be filmed~!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;New Moon&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;likely to make yet another metric fuckload of money this weekend we need to find the bright side to the entire&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Twilight&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;mania. There must be something good that comes from this awful Mormon fantasy that seems to have invaded our culture on every front. That something is&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; the eventual movie version of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Even though&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;New Moon&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;has made a bazillion dollars and even though the third&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Twilight&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;book,&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eclipse&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, is already filming, Summit has declined to announce the fourth and final&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Twilight&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;book as a movie. There's a good reason for this:&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;is completely fucking insane, and it is probably totally unfilmable. But if they&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;do&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;film it... man, we are in for a treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;opens with Bella Swan, the lacteal heroine of the series, finally getting married to Edward Cullen, the mopey vampire hero. They go off to honeymoon on Isle Esme, a Brazilian island the Cullen clan owns (this is already ridiculous beyond belief. Imagine a vampire going snorkeling; it basically happens in this book), and Edward is afraid to fuck his new bride. The reason: he's super strong and she's just a human - &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.rawbw.com/%7Esvw/superman.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; type of situation here. But Bella wears him down and Edward throws it in her - and knocks her the fuck out, leaving her badly bruised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Let's go over that again: Edward fucks Bella into unconsciousness. This alone should have you running to Fandango to pre-order your tickets, but it only gets better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Despite being knocked out cold by his sexual style (and having the headboard destroyed), Bella goes back to Edward for seconds. This time he knocks her up. Yes, an undead vampire apparently has enough viable sperm to impregnate a human woman while fucking her off the coast of Rio de Janero. Stephenie Meyer, you fabulous idiot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;The baby in Bella's belly starts growing incredibly fast. And it starts hurting Bella, as each kick it gives has the super strength of a vampire behind it. As it grows, Bella gets sicker, and then the good stuff starts. The baby kicks so hard it&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;breaks Bella's ribs&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;and then&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;severs her spine&lt;/i&gt;. Are you imagining Kristen Stewart wearing a fake pregnancy belly and pretending to have been suddenly crippled by her own fetus? Because I am and it's making me laugh and laugh and laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh wait, I missed something. Edward is completely freaked out about the baby, fearing it will kill Bella. He tries to convince her to get an abortion (but seriously, how could she? Vampires are tough to kill even in this shitty series), and goes so far as asking Native American wolfboy Jacob to impregnate his wife so that she can have the baby she desperately wants&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;.&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'm dizzy with how ridiculous this is, and we're just getting started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Eventually the baby starts to get born and Bella is dying. The baby has telepathy, by the way, so everybody can read its thoughts while it's in the womb, and it turns out to have an essentially adult mind. Like Alia in&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dune&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;; I would accuse Stephenie Meyer of ripping this off, but anyone who thinks that Meyer might have read Frank Herbert has never been within spitting distance of&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Twilight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. The woman is a moron. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;In a moment that demands to be shown on the silver screen, Edward gives Bella an emergency C-section&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;with his fucking teeth&lt;/i&gt;. It's like something out of&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;XTro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;, for the love of God. It's so horrible it's brilliant, and this scene alone is why I remain firm in declaring that David Cronenberg must direct&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. This is surely his movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Once the baby is out, Bella gets vamped by Edward, as she's about to die at any moment. Then comes the most astonishing turn of events in 21st century literature, and possibly in the entire history of awful fiction aimed at tweens: Jacob the werewolf, who has been madly in love with Bella, sees the new baby girl and immediately imprints on her. What this means, in layman's terms, is that he&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;falls in love with the baby&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;I want to pull this out on its own: Jacob falls in love with a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;The book makes no bones about this; while Jacob doesn't want to fuck the baby right off the bat, he can't stand to be away from it and visits everyday. His love has been transferred from Bella to the baby (who has the tongue shattering name Renesmee), and because of the science behind imprinting he'll love her forever. So one day he's going to stick his wolf dick in this girl that he see as a bloody newborn. Romance is not dead, it's just being abused by insane Mormon writers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;There's more in&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;- the Volturi come back, for one thing - but these are the main amazing events that demand this book to be turned into a film. I will not rest until I have seen a movie in which a werewolf falls in love with a baby. Hell, once I've seen a werewolf fall in love with a baby I may quit movie watching - I will have seen the ultimate culmination of a century of cinema. The entire film of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breaking Dawn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;would play like the weirdest exploitation film since Doris Wishman died - brutal sex, bizarre body horror, unbelievable pedophilia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A werewolf falling in love with a baby. This is why Thomas Edison invented this shit in the first place. So we could see a werewolf fall in love with a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;credits to THE DEVIN'S ADVOCATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-7736988713152205614?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/7736988713152205614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/12/breaking-dawn-must-be-filmed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/7736988713152205614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/7736988713152205614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/12/breaking-dawn-must-be-filmed.html' title='Breaking dawn MUST be filmed~!'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-5333480535268640716</id><published>2009-11-24T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:08:06.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Rules To Being Human</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" border="0" cellpadding="3" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="RIGHT" valign="TOP"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="LEFT" valign="TOP"&gt;  You will receive a body.  You may like it or hate it, but it's  yours to keep for the entire period.    &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;     &lt;td align="RIGHT" valign="TOP"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="LEFT" valign="TOP"&gt;  You will learn lessons.  You are enrolled in a full-time  informal school called, "life."  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="RIGHT" valign="TOP"&gt;&lt;b&gt;     3.  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="LEFT" valign="TOP"&gt;    There are no mistakes, only lessons.  Growth is a process of  trial, error, and experimentation.  The "failed" experiments are as much  a part of the process as the experiments that ultimately "work."  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="RIGHT" valign="TOP"&gt;&lt;b&gt;    4.    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="LEFT" valign="TOP"&gt;  Lessons are repeated until they are learned.  A lesson will be  presented to you in various forms until you have learned it.  When you  have learned it, you can go on to the next lesson.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="RIGHT" valign="TOP"&gt;&lt;b&gt;    5.    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="LEFT" valign="TOP"&gt;  Learning lessons does not end.  There's no part of life that  doesn't contain its lessons.  If you're alive, that means there are  still lessons to be learned.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="RIGHT" valign="TOP"&gt;&lt;b&gt;    6.    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="LEFT" valign="TOP"&gt;  "There" is no better a place than "here."  When your "there" has  become a "here", you will simply obtain another "there" that will again  look better than "here."  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="RIGHT" valign="TOP"&gt;&lt;b&gt;    7.    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="LEFT" valign="TOP"&gt;  Other people are merely mirrors of you.  You cannot love or hate  something about another person unless it reflects to you something you  love or hate about yourself.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="RIGHT" valign="TOP"&gt;&lt;b&gt;    8.    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="LEFT" valign="TOP"&gt;  What you make of your life is up to you.  You have all the tools  and resources you need.  What you do with them is up to you.  The choice  is yours.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="RIGHT" valign="TOP"&gt;&lt;b&gt;    9.    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="LEFT" valign="TOP"&gt;  Your answers lie within you.  The answers to life's questions  lie within you.  All you need to do is look, listen, and trust.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="RIGHT" valign="TOP"&gt;&lt;b&gt;   10.    &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="LEFT" valign="TOP"&gt;  You will forget all this.  &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-5333480535268640716?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/5333480535268640716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/11/ten-rules-to-being-human.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/5333480535268640716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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okay fine STFU&lt;br /&gt;So marcus and I decided to sit down and watch twilight.&lt;br /&gt;O how it felt so long,  Good lord the acting was difficult to swallow and so non believeable.&lt;br /&gt;the constant pausing and I pretty much feel the director should be shot in the face for killing and making the oooh im a vamp scene so anti climactic it made my snake slithering from one end of the cage to the other seem like a bawling and exciting relay race with a midget and a jack rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;I'm offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offended at a pop culture that could be better realized in about 300 anime with the same storyline and a more suav love interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offended at the awful photoshop jobs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offended at how pale everyone is, how if your not deathly sick in that movie than your a vamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offended at Bellas slow motion hair flip classroom entry scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and mildly turned on by Alice's intense leg lifts on the ball field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otherwise the movie was an hour or so of my life I would gladly take back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pain and awful endurance from twilight aside.&lt;br /&gt;New moon, seems to have a shread of hope within and a slight chance of being worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trailer for New Moon was realeased and I was interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points the trailer earned with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 points New Director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 points Jacobs haircut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45 points Edwards barely in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66 points A budget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-12 points that I hear about it every 4.3 minutes of my life for the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I think I'll take the time out of my life to go check out New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO tonight on a random whim we attempted to go see the midnight showing, pulling into the theater then remembering that 103 kiss FM was doing a midnight showing of the movie and rented out a whole theater, go figure, It was the one theater we choose, we walked up to the theater to see ah what a surprise, everything in the whole theater was sold out, and about 50 twilight fans sitting in the lobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shot out of there like a bat out of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upset and mildly offended, we went to subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fml.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill probably see new moon tomorrow, before I can give an updated view on my twilight annoyance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-315342605664917314?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-713566362612021360</id><published>2009-11-19T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:13:13.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subway Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At subway today upon ordering a 5 dollar foot long for marcus and I, the man working behind the counter became oddly interested in my crown wearing gogo boot sporting self, and we became great friends.&lt;br /&gt;And by great friends I mean we scared the shit out of him with Utah stories and he returned the favor in showing us his false leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He refused to tell us as to how he lost his leg, but im just guessing freak pogo sticking accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon our long 2 and a half our talk in between customers we covered strong issues like walmart, mormons and pedophilia.&lt;br /&gt;It was a very insightful 2 or so hours for both party's I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quite enjoyed my sammich and Cheetos tonight, and I wish upon more visits with such intriuging people as tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-713566362612021360?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/713566362612021360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/11/subway-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/713566362612021360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/713566362612021360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/11/subway-man.html' title='Subway Man'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-5112528556438825570</id><published>2009-11-02T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:25:30.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Huka??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the other night me and some friends went to the huka bar, and oh my lord It was so loud and just crazy I was going to shit myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O____O!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We got watermelon huka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;omfg and erlier in the night we tried to huka in my car!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Epic fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had to totally guyver that shit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I lawled so big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;also, btw halloween was, eventful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but thats a whooooooooooooooollle nother story,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway idk how i feel about the huka bar its to loud, you cant enjoy huka like that, you need good conversation, and that place you cannot conversate for a damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anyway I just wanted to complain about that haha toodles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-5112528556438825570?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/5112528556438825570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/11/huka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/5112528556438825570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/5112528556438825570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/11/huka.html' title='Huka??'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-2782518463171734072</id><published>2009-11-02T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:59:20.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my wally world</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I got the job in meridian and oh my lawl, this wally world is fucking nuts!!! Its rapist nuts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I started work on halloween, HALLOWEEN have you any idea what a bad day that is to start a job, now i have no idea what my supervisors look like unless their in scarecrow costumes, hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^-^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today they had a sale like a clearing out sale of halloween stuff, everything halloween sold for 10 cents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TEN CENTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;holy shit christ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was stoked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I now own 21 wigs, 6 costumes, 50 glowsticks, and other shit I dont need.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but its okay it was under 10 dollars!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fucking flying M is playing some ghetto ass music. ^-^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and im pissed they want me to dye my hair, but its amazing right now its white and blue,  I Sooooooooooo dont wanna dye this out, so imma petition around it or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rawr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-2782518463171734072?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/2782518463171734072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-my-wally-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/2782518463171734072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/2782518463171734072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-my-wally-world.html' title='oh my wally world'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-2307892096148026868</id><published>2009-10-29T18:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T18:10:12.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying M</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here in Idaho there's this coffe chain called the Flying M.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hot damn, Its so urban I dont know what to do with myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is the apitimy of hipster hang out place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The walls are this vintage green with writing on them, there are theater chairs around the walls, random assortments of wood tables and metal bearings exposed everywhere, A gift shop at the front and they sell pretty much anything vegan, or go green sav they can find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Although there is a place in my heart for the space invaders ice cubes here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They do coffee art, AND seemingly support live bands, the only thing is, its as quiet as a fucking library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No real problem with that, but when me and my friends come in I feel like im storming the place with a raquet ball.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and almost every person here has a computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walked past a dell and an hp sitting right next to eachother and i giggled a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there are stage lights and odd ornaments from the wall, on top of that its partially a garage, It used to be an old firestone, haha go figure, now its the leading hipster coffee shop opium spot. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I play cards here alot, and I win cards here, alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I played so many rounds with marcus and paxton today, haha I thought my head was GUNNA EXPLODE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marcus kept loosing, so hes like again again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like a 12 yr old who lost at pokemon, speaking of wich there was aparently a pokemon card game tournament here just like 20 minutes before we got here, haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was brilliant, I couldint help but ressist the superior want to go play cards and get my ass handed to me by a charmander driven by a narsistic 10 year old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah well...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One can dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They also make a pretty bomb ass iced carmel mocha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Overall its a very comfortable hang out spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and what I think is the only thing keeping me sane here in nampa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-2307892096148026868?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/2307892096148026868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/10/flying-m.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/2307892096148026868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/2307892096148026868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/10/flying-m.html' title='Flying M'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-8703778967554584211</id><published>2009-10-29T00:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:57:38.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The boondocks saints &amp; a land of zombies?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh lordie they are making a boondocks saints 2 and im STOKED!&lt;br /&gt;I saw the commercials and I think I shat myself.&lt;br /&gt;all that awesome aside.&lt;br /&gt;I totally saw zombieland last night!&lt;br /&gt;Me and marcus went to Shige.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much one of my favorite rotating sushi bars around.&lt;br /&gt;We ate so much we were gunna burst tempura all over the floor.&lt;br /&gt;I have been obsessed with sushi making lately.&lt;br /&gt;So we went to a coffee shop and I bought water that is in a glass bottle that seriously looks like a bottle of hairspray its friken cool.&lt;br /&gt;Its like fancy norwegian water or whatev.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me gigglesnort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw I got a text from nate and he sent a pic of bakon vodka!&lt;br /&gt;I am so stoked to try this with him.&lt;br /&gt;aparently its vodka brewed here that srsly tastes just like bacon, I know I know, sorta sick idea but lawl im still stoked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaannnyywaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go see paxton and keegan and play left for dead for a while.&lt;br /&gt;while I sit on the couch and text Angel and Isak all day.&lt;br /&gt;We had planned to go see where the wild things are so I ask keegan if he wants to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me keegan and marcus head out to see where the wild things are, we get to the theater and it was an acid trip building asthetically. there were so many neon lights just in the lobby I was gunna blow my brains out it was just intense. haha.&lt;br /&gt;So lol we get there and aparently wild things was not showing today god knows why.&lt;br /&gt;So were like well shit.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the choice was zombieland or paranormal activity and i was like uhhhhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;I like shotguns do you like shotguns?&lt;br /&gt;Keegans like yeah I like shotguns.&lt;br /&gt;So zombieland it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We file into the theater and watch the previews for 2010 and keegan and I begin the good ole 2010 topic.&lt;br /&gt;haha, so the movie starts and zombies everywhere !&lt;br /&gt;I was stoked, It was definetly well writen, I lawled so hard at the "that'll do pig, that'll do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there was this other line we all dies the cock block brewed in a secret govermental labratory comment was brilliant as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my lordie bill murray was a hilarious twist.&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seats were pretty nice at that theater as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a really good day.&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keegan was really happy we took him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime pal, anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kk peace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-8703778967554584211?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/8703778967554584211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/10/boondocks-saints-land-of-zombies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/8703778967554584211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/8703778967554584211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/10/boondocks-saints-land-of-zombies.html' title='The boondocks saints &amp; a land of zombies?'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-9084781621210506077</id><published>2009-10-29T00:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:45:05.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I have been away from bloggin for quite some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sooo much has happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But im not going to dwell on the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I live in the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thats all that matters right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have relocated myself to Idaho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have many friends up here and Its a good scene change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SLC was getting to stuffy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People have this problem where they can never stop talking about me or take their nose out of my buisness so I figure Ill remove myself from their lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course people wont stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But least im a couple hundred miles away so I dont have to hear about the rumors about me on a daily basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In fact I recently resigned from a relationship with a wonderful person due to rumors and people unable to stay out of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah well.. things happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the full story on that stuff its on my other other blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good luck finding it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;phew its like 2am and im watchig aqua teen hunger force watching my friend marcus sleep on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like/hate it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Idaho is really lame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But its definetly relaxing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here in idaho we dont have to relate people by who fucks who.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I notice that in utah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;were all like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Oh yeah you know that girl who fucked your friends friend that one time at camp, when she was fucking that other guy on the softball team? Yeah? Oh well she says hi." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaa ya know!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everybody is somebodys Ex and its just a big mess out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here coffee shops dont own the crowds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hipsters rule the streets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Homeless people write music and sing in the streets, instead of bother you for an hour and a half wanting your coins for a olympia trip they will never make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its crazy how 300 or so miles can make the difference in people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I gtg nao ttyl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-9084781621210506077?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/9084781621210506077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/10/moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/9084781621210506077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/9084781621210506077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/10/moment.html' title='The moment'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-2114837946252410727</id><published>2009-09-26T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:48:22.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Green Tourment</title><content type='html'>So oh lordie lord.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and robby bobbie called.&lt;br /&gt;she came over and she took me and marcus to go to turn in our applications and some chick from Seattle  talked to us and the other the applicants.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards my car broke down which is awesome. only not, it dies in the middle of the road, quite offensive.&lt;br /&gt;made tony, marcus, and saul, push my car while i was laying on my car&lt;br /&gt;then  i decided to play dress up with robby bobbie and we wore all black gothy stuff. it was just lol. robyn did not look enough like a whore. very upsetting. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with marcus and robyn and we went to aces and fixed his piercing, oh btw we pierced marcus's lips &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;They look great. ^^&lt;br /&gt; irish J got a new tattoo , sick as fuck I like it indeed.&lt;br /&gt;he pointed out my ring, slightly embarrassing but ah well my reasons are my reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; we went driving around and went to ihop and had this awesome waitress and this cool balloon lady who stopped at every other table making balloon animals and stuff for the kids and people and i really wanted to get a balloon animal but she never stopped by the table.&lt;br /&gt;anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we needed alcohol. so we called up a buddy (sorry we can not share them name. it's in the rules.) and got some wonderful candy liquor. but saul was weirding us out so we were like peace out shadowbrook and hello park place. it was beautiful................... until some guy got his panties bunched up so after the exploration of the dirty lesbian fun drawer which scarred marcus for life we were out of there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to shadowbrook.... oh how we missed thee.  cracked open the bottles and the party was in full swing. shot after shot in the closet of lights. god that slurpee was good........&lt;br /&gt;so everyone was getting drunk and robyn and cookie were getting it on in the closet so we all bounced outside. smoke it up yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-2114837946252410727?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-4167677018495065660</id><published>2009-09-07T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:27:42.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A snail called atlas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So my life currently is a swirling ball of hell.&lt;br /&gt;I work where I dont want to, at times that make no sense.&lt;br /&gt;Because of such I can never sleep when I need to or be awake when needed.&lt;br /&gt;I have constant back pains and am always in pain or am sick.&lt;br /&gt;I only get around to eating one meal a day.&lt;br /&gt;I never go outside.&lt;br /&gt;I have no want to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Im constantly depressed beyond my conscious reasoning.&lt;br /&gt;The only time I care to be alive anymore is when Im sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;I live in an apartment that causes the most severe stress.&lt;br /&gt;With an incompetent roommate.&lt;br /&gt;And a jobless one.&lt;br /&gt;both of whom totaled their cars in the same week.&lt;br /&gt;I pay for everything.&lt;br /&gt;I make nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I want something.&lt;br /&gt;But have no idea what it is.&lt;br /&gt;I thought this would help me go somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving my parents, I thought this would help me move ahead in life.&lt;br /&gt;Its just moving me 1 step closer to my demise and wasting time I could be happy in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it here.&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot leave.&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home.&lt;br /&gt;Or I want to fix this place.&lt;br /&gt;My ex sleeps in my living room and fucks his girlfriend around my house.&lt;br /&gt;It bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;Hes homeless and comes here and takes advantage of this place.&lt;br /&gt;I want him to leave.&lt;br /&gt;But I cant seem to say anything.&lt;br /&gt;My best friend is always depressed so talking to her just keeps me in the same mindset.&lt;br /&gt;I wish she was happy, so she could help me be happy.&lt;br /&gt;My ex lost my snake.&lt;br /&gt;so now Dratini is somewhere in my apt, we searched everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;I am upset to no end.&lt;br /&gt;I am constantly fatigued.&lt;br /&gt;in a constant state of insomnia because people are always here.&lt;br /&gt;I want them all to just leave.&lt;br /&gt;But my idiotic roommate who has no care about anything but concerts wont put an end to it.&lt;br /&gt;He just wants to get all my friends high and drunk.&lt;br /&gt;how exciting.&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry but cant.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be creative but im strained.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to create something but I have no want.&lt;br /&gt;I have not taken a single photograph in months.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the me that had willpower.&lt;br /&gt;But I seem to have lost it.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was some way out of here.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be free to be happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-4167677018495065660?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/4167677018495065660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/09/snail-and-boulder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/4167677018495065660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/4167677018495065660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/09/snail-and-boulder.html' title='A snail called atlas'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-4389337599391130206</id><published>2009-09-07T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T13:17:11.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an unfortunate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im breaking, breaking.&lt;br /&gt;I am loosing myself  to depression and despair If this is the life we all must mold to then I would gladly be done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no will.&lt;br /&gt;No want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to survive.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can save me.&lt;br /&gt;when everybody is the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this was different.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just leave this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-4389337599391130206?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/4389337599391130206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/09/unfortunate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/4389337599391130206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/4389337599391130206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/09/unfortunate.html' title='an unfortunate'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-5073893920046658166</id><published>2009-09-01T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:26:34.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cock block</title><content type='html'>so lately I cant seem to think of a single photo I even want to have the balls to get off my ass and take, I found this girl named angel and she is incredible and I would love to take shots of her, and this girl katy oh my geeze both of these women totally make me hard but fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I have no inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;what a cock block ya know?&lt;br /&gt;its so unfortunate.&lt;br /&gt;bleah other than that cock block life... its pretty much a huge cock block.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-5073893920046658166?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/5073893920046658166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/09/cock-block.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/5073893920046658166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/5073893920046658166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/09/cock-block.html' title='cock block'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-5805341139910824757</id><published>2009-09-01T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T23:22:43.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime Lately</title><content type='html'>So I got super into Romeo X Juliet, and adored every second of it right down to the very end.&lt;br /&gt;I mean we all know how a story about romeo and juliet will end but hey I didint see quite how it would happen.&lt;br /&gt;Phew that anime was just, epic shit.&lt;br /&gt;definitely one of my new favorite.&lt;br /&gt;Another one is Darker than black.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck yes.&lt;br /&gt;honestly I don't think anybody could possibly be smoother than the guy on darker than black.&lt;br /&gt;no lie no lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm, I saw claymore id like to finish it but its not one imma go out of my way to finish.&lt;br /&gt;anyway thats an update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-5805341139910824757?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/5805341139910824757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/09/anime-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/5805341139910824757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/5805341139910824757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/09/anime-lately.html' title='Anime Lately'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-1721195190794244110</id><published>2009-08-05T00:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:56:54.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCANDAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So this band..... and these bitches....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q3bsrOlACfw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q3bsrOlACfw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARE FUCKING AMAZING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh em gee, just when I thought life could not get any better they have school girl uniforms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow,  so this band &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scandal&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;and have won my heart in 25 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;A record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch them, learn of them.&lt;br /&gt;See them get wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, omfg the drummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bites*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-1721195190794244110?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/1721195190794244110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/08/scandal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/1721195190794244110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/1721195190794244110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/08/scandal.html' title='SCANDAL'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-7076086049784804732</id><published>2009-08-02T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:43:47.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misplaced Paths</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A play set in motion by the players and the payers who are set in motion by the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, for my conceptual beauty of the world seems to have dried out.&lt;br /&gt;I have no concept to bring about such awe striking and thought provoking photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ideas may contortion in my mind, seem never to make it to film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is not of what it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a lack of does not appear to be the cause of the absence of my will.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had the want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pure wish to breathe ligfe into a subject posed so eleantly in front of my lense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What seems to be the trouble with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These hands seem to create no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All seems clear are bitterness and a shroud of nonsense spill fourth from my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunate it is.&lt;br /&gt;A Photographer who has lost the will to photograph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once I looked to the sky and the beauty of those around me for inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;No more do I seem to make the effort to avert my eyes from the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-7076086049784804732?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/7076086049784804732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/08/misplaces-paths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/7076086049784804732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/7076086049784804732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/08/misplaces-paths.html' title='Misplaced Paths'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-4386534637023424513</id><published>2009-07-19T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T01:43:04.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf simoans?</title><content type='html'>what the fuck&lt;br /&gt;So Im sitting on my balcony at my apt and we changed the porch light to a red light ya know just cuz we can.&lt;br /&gt;Me and kelsey are sitting on the deck and talking and a random big simoan guy is like shouting up to us and is all drunk asking us if he can come up.&lt;br /&gt;and im like uhhh, no?&lt;br /&gt;And hes like why?&lt;br /&gt;And im like uhhhh, im going to bed??&lt;br /&gt;So Im in my room on the computer, and I hear "are you online?" in the front room.&lt;br /&gt;and like saul wont invite anyone unless like I know or whatever so im like wtf?&lt;br /&gt;whos that?&lt;br /&gt;So I go out there and theres 3 huge ass simoan guys in my living room.&lt;br /&gt;I was lik oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;And they were all talking and looking at the place and goin on the balcony and smoking im like oh fuck.&lt;br /&gt;So I sit up on the counter and im like talking to this one guy and their all drunk and they like called their friends and said they could drink up here with us and im like uuuuhhh no I have to go to work in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;So this guy comes all close to me and is like you have really pretty eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O___O&lt;br /&gt;I was like shit im gunna get fuckuing raped in my own house.&lt;br /&gt;and I was texting saul and hes like I seriously have no Idea who these guys are.&lt;br /&gt;SO were all talking and sitting in my kitchen and me and saul were helluh scared, and he thought they were gunna mug him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so another knock at the door, and we open it and theres 3 more guys.&lt;br /&gt;holding a case of beer.&lt;br /&gt;and im like uhhhh no.&lt;br /&gt;a nd theyr like we drink here?&lt;br /&gt;and im like uhh no.&lt;br /&gt;please no.&lt;br /&gt;omfg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they all left and r like whats your guys names&lt;br /&gt;and im like uhh dana????&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;It was just scary.&lt;br /&gt;So they left and me and saul r freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;cuz they were talking in another language and pointing at the tv and im like shit their gunna steal it lol, so we need to buy more locks aparently lol.&lt;br /&gt;It was just wild.&lt;br /&gt;oh my jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-4386534637023424513?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/4386534637023424513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/07/wtf-simoans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/4386534637023424513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/4386534637023424513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/07/wtf-simoans.html' title='wtf simoans?'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-8058208310570047579</id><published>2009-07-18T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T13:08:09.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Benny Benassi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;This was a beautiful rave no doubt but my whole experience was in the streets front of the saltair.&lt;br /&gt;I arrive to benny benassi with Vip ticket in hand ready to go dance my heart out I arrive and there are cars backed up for miles and miles.&lt;br /&gt;It was quite the sight to see, there were so many people.&lt;br /&gt;Cars illegally parking on the cliffs of the freeway.&lt;br /&gt;I could barely believe my eyes, the parking lot was totally full and they were making cars drive all the way to the marina and people take a shuttle bus back to the event.&lt;br /&gt;It was just hectic.&lt;br /&gt;I parked illegally on the side of the road near an electrical fence and some no trespassing signs, along with about 16 other people.&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the event it was about a mile or so down the road. I met up with 2 eventful girls who were happy to keep me company of my walk.&lt;br /&gt;So just walking to the event 5 ambulances drove past us flashing their lights at separate times.&lt;br /&gt;"Someone overdosed already?"&lt;br /&gt;Said the young lady to my right.&lt;br /&gt;"yeah my friend texted me said theres already been 4 OD's"&lt;br /&gt;We continue walking there were 3 cops patrolling the surrounding area, and 5 cops rushing to the scene at the event.&lt;br /&gt;We get to the doors and I recieve my wristband, It was different that everyones, Blue with stars all around reading VIP.&lt;br /&gt;I enter the double doors and inside there werent as many people as I would expect, I spoke with saul for a moment and then decided to go outside, Like I always do when I get to the saltair.&lt;br /&gt;I was pleasently surprised to see they were holding the even outside and the whole place was packed.&lt;br /&gt;So many people this sea of bikini tops and shinny clothing, colorful wristbands, beads and lights.&lt;br /&gt;The lighting and the stage was brilliant so many screens and lights, it was a spectacle to the eye, look right and you see 3 huge screens the size of my house in a line all showing visuals.&lt;br /&gt;V2 Really outdid themselves on this one.&lt;br /&gt;There were even fireworks when benny came on, It was an awe.&lt;br /&gt;So I go up to the pit in the front of the stage and begin to dance, I danced untill my hips were sore my head punded and everything was spinning.&lt;br /&gt;A feeling I love, loosing yourself to the music.&lt;br /&gt;A bubble machine went off and there were beautiful round prisms dispursed into the air with the lights reflecting through them.&lt;br /&gt;I decide I was going to call this a night, I didint want to stay for to long tonight, I didint really wanna go in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;So I left through the front doors and the man at the door asks for my wristband, and rips it off of me.&lt;br /&gt;I continue on through the parkind lot and out to my car.&lt;br /&gt;On my way out I see a boy, skinny tall boy wearing a studded belt and a scarf a nice vest, he looked more like he was here for an indie show than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;"Leaving already?"&lt;br /&gt;I raised my voice to him.&lt;br /&gt;He turned around and stoped and waited for me to catch up with him.&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, well....*sigh* Its a really long story."&lt;br /&gt;"Well I have a while to walkt to my car and I am willing to listen."&lt;br /&gt;He smiles and explains to me, he brought a girl here, paid for her ticket, bought her some roll, bought her  a place to hang her coat, water, and bought her food, she ditches him early on in the night and has her brother come and tell him hes weird and she does not want to see him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;So he wandered around for about 4 hours at the rave, didint get a chance to dance, felt like shit and decided to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad thing was, this was his first rave.&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed.&lt;br /&gt;I consoled him and spoke with him at a cross roads for about an hour.&lt;br /&gt;He lives in american fork.&lt;br /&gt;those of you not familiar with utah.&lt;br /&gt;Thats crazy far from the saltair, about an hour and a half drive.&lt;br /&gt;I stood with him and two men came up to us handing us flyers, and stood and spoke with us, they are the producers for this new venue opening up and they are stoked for it.&lt;br /&gt;The boy I met Kai well his names kyler but he said call him kai, he mentions a band to the boys and says they should get that band to go to the event.&lt;br /&gt;and the men are all into what he was saying, and I offer my photography skills to them, saying Ill do coverage of anything they want for em.&lt;br /&gt;The man says yeah we love photographers, and taked down my number, shakes my hand and continues on putting flyers on peoples cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kai gets closer to me and we continue talking all of wich eventually ended up with me up aginst a van and o.O well you get the idea, lol.&lt;br /&gt;I got his number and email and told him he should go to black and white.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;His ride came, and we parted ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued walking to my car, so far its taken me like n hour to get even half way there, I see a girl walking behind me, and I turn around to her and say "leaving already?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she walks up to me and begins her story.&lt;br /&gt;She explains to me.&lt;br /&gt;She came with some friends, they ditched her, she has no phone, she borrowed peoples phones to try and call them, she feels sick, and wants to go back to the hotel shes staying at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nod and say well you got a car?&lt;br /&gt;She replys no I was just going to walk to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;So I think to myself, there is nto a hotel in like 15 miles from here.&lt;br /&gt;I say well what hotel, and she responds the comfort inn at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes widen and I relax my shoulders and offer her a ride.&lt;br /&gt;she looks at me puzled and is like you would do that?&lt;br /&gt;and I said yeah, I dont mind, I cant let you walk that far.&lt;br /&gt;So with a bit of convincing she comes with me to my car.&lt;br /&gt;She was really hessitant, then again I would be to. Some stranger wants to take me to a hotel.&lt;br /&gt;She gets in my car and I explain to her how far it would be for her to walk, and that I have no problem at all taking here there.&lt;br /&gt;She thanks me and we pull out of the area I was parked.&lt;br /&gt;I drive down the street a ways and stop at the stop sign right before you turn on 201.&lt;br /&gt;were just stoped there talking and I see this black car go before me to take a left and right as they did another car came soaring down the road and hit the other, one spun and the other made a dead stop.&lt;br /&gt;I was shaking all over my body, with tears in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I had just witnessed the winshield broke and two women flew out the winshield and they were now laying on the concrete there was glass everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;two girls in bikinis and shorts, the cars were totaled. there was no hope of surviving that.&lt;br /&gt;The girl in my passenger seat had her hands over her mouth and was gasping and freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;I was about to get out, but thought twice of it.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily there was an ambulance right behind our car, it swirved around us and they pulled over and a paramedic got out of the car and ran over to the lady on the ground she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;as well as the other one.&lt;br /&gt;I slowly made my left turn and we continued to the hotel, we had a long conversation about cars and reckless driving and people on drugs.&lt;br /&gt;the lady I picked up was only a tad drunk.&lt;br /&gt;So I get to bangerter and turn onto I 80 and turn off on this exit and there so many hotels, and she leads me to the comfort inn, we get there and she has no room key the man says she has to wait for the other party to come back before he can let her into the room. so she had to stay there and wait, I felt kinda bad leaving her there alone but I had a splitting headache and had to go home.&lt;br /&gt;heh, that was the origional reason I left the rave, go figure I didint get home till about 3 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;I left her there and she offered me money I wold her she should keep it, I dont need it.&lt;br /&gt;She placed it in my hand, and said its the least I can do.&lt;br /&gt;I closed my palm and left, I drove home slightly dizzy and just sick from what Id seen.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I got home and my head hurt so bad, whitney came over and we wend to dees and I told her everything. Then she brought me back home and I passed out hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was my night. ^-^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also heres the link to the story on fox what happened http://www.fox13now.com/news/kstu-sr-201-6-person-fatal-accident,0,7864550.story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-8058208310570047579?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/8058208310570047579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/07/benny-benassi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/8058208310570047579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/8058208310570047579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/07/benny-benassi.html' title='Benny Benassi'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-9213248510254587169</id><published>2009-07-13T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T14:05:32.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pool Party In Idaho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At A really nice house we went and chilled in a pool. well, watched Whitney chill in a pool, with Marcus and Geoff and Kendall.&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;We there's a weenier dog in a bucket and let it float around, wish I got a shot of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here are some epic shots of that adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/wat11.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/lawl-whitney1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot lesbian power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-9213248510254587169?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/9213248510254587169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/07/pool-party-in-idaho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/9213248510254587169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/9213248510254587169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/07/pool-party-in-idaho.html' title='Pool Party In Idaho'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-6375424992426053229</id><published>2009-07-13T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:47:57.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin Fayles, Mayor Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did a photoshoot for the upcoming mayor of west valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It went really well, I'm a friend of his daughter Kelsey and she thought of me to do the photoshoot for her fathers campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really proud of the photos, you will probably see them around the net if you follow the election.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did shots of his family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few of my favorite shots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hes supposed to be super mayor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/supermayor1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/mayorportrait.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/mayorportrait2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn more about this man below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.kevinfayles.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=93338631585&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/ext/share.php?sid=121476930848&amp;amp;h=gEOj9&amp;amp;u=TOsZR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/src="http:&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-6375424992426053229?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-7460501855854608888</id><published>2009-07-13T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:23:16.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcus Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I wake up one morning and im like I haz a piffany~!&lt;br /&gt;and marcus is like what?&lt;br /&gt;and I throw him in the car and take him to a salon.&lt;br /&gt;Hes like uhhh dana?&lt;br /&gt;What are we doing here???&lt;br /&gt;and im like.....&lt;br /&gt;we cut hair lulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hes like whose hair?&lt;br /&gt;and im like&lt;br /&gt;YOU  HAIRZ LAWL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I snip a piece of his hair in the back and a large piece falls to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;*big grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now your committed. O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His face was priceless, when he sat in the chair.&lt;br /&gt;scared shitless he was.&lt;br /&gt;I hand the lady a piece of paper with a hair style idea and she nods and is like how short, hes like whaaaaA?!?!!&lt;br /&gt;short??&lt;br /&gt;no wait dana~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say lul this short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she cuts away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is before pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/l_38ec1df6728545938cba46f9b13c7ef5.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/marcus1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much better ne??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did a photoshoot, here are a few shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/he-does-that.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justice was served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-7460501855854608888?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/7460501855854608888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/07/marcus-hair-cut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/7460501855854608888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/7460501855854608888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/07/marcus-hair-cut.html' title='Marcus Hair Cut'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-5360234542138655353</id><published>2009-07-13T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:12:24.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformers LawL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lawl transformers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I forgot to mention megan fox does everything in slow motion.&lt;br /&gt;O___O&lt;br /&gt;I mean everything. and she has to like hold someones hand to run, everytime she runs shes holding a hand, like shes unable to do so on her own.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3kkdtUTPkhM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3kkdtUTPkhM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;altho in imax you will quickly find out megan fox is not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Its really world shattering so I hear.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;you can see she has pores.&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-5360234542138655353?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/5360234542138655353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/07/transformers-lawl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/5360234542138655353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/5360234542138655353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/07/transformers-lawl.html' title='Transformers LawL'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-1000234284690801473</id><published>2009-07-13T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T13:06:05.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U8P2IWKeVjk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U8P2IWKeVjk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-1000234284690801473?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/1000234284690801473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/07/lagoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/1000234284690801473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/1000234284690801473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/07/lagoon.html' title='Lagoon'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-6179157113412396716</id><published>2009-07-13T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T12:51:58.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infected Mushroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/Infected-Mushroom-Full-Front.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the infected Rave.&lt;br /&gt;I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat around with Saul and tony and Devi and Hannah and marcus and did hookah.&lt;br /&gt;I got separated for a while and sat around with some old friends and we just kicked it watching these girls do some amazing poi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to the front and watched the gogo dancers outside and danced with a group of girls who were crazy hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to this kid Adam for a while about druggies, lol that conversation happens at every rave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didint know where marcus went like the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and that girl hannah that tony randomly found.&lt;br /&gt;Helluh made out with her....like alot.&lt;br /&gt;She was crazy cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bad she lives ghetto far in clearfield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a lot of dancing. I love dancing at raves, everybody is so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I searched for this guy Brennon like all night. He kept moving around.&lt;br /&gt;I met him once before at Paul Van Dyk.&lt;br /&gt;We danced together and I got his number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we planned to meet up at Infected.&lt;br /&gt;So I go to the front of the stage in the pit and dance and then I feel some hands on my hips while im bustin it like shakira (not really lawl)&lt;br /&gt;And I turn around and hes like hey. and im like oh really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talk in the pit for a minute while dancing together, then we head up by the fence and chill by the lights and he lights up a smoke for me and him, we continue with the chilling and talking, I meet some of his friends, and were all just waiting for infected mushroom to come on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally its the time we waited all freaking night for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go up to like center front of the stage and there they are, playing cities of the future, and me and brennon dancing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gawd, it was probably the hottest dance Ive ever had with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that song fucking on the dancefloor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was some ahem and uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah Great time, then I told him I had to go find my friends, and hes like call me sometime I need to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go find tony and hannah and shes hella bored and im like how can you be bored?&lt;br /&gt;and shes like idk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im like well no tonys boring here come with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I take her out to the dancefloor and teach her how to dance.&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hella fun dancing with her~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*glomps her*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I luff her so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, then i set out on a search for saul since I had not seen him since the hookah no clue, finally it all ended and we met back up at my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit son though that rave was helluh fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for Benny and Black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-6179157113412396716?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/6179157113412396716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/07/infected-mushroom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/6179157113412396716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/6179157113412396716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/07/infected-mushroom.html' title='Infected Mushroom'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-4314788666422416941</id><published>2009-07-06T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:26:18.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/l_d78c876bd1174506b333cf40fc31782f.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kid's my hero~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-4314788666422416941?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/4314788666422416941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-kids-my-hero.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/4314788666422416941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/4314788666422416941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-kids-my-hero.html' title=''/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-7951678193909053076</id><published>2009-06-15T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T01:53:17.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Marcus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Marcus is here and stuff, and its great.&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;Hes been here for 2 days now, and we have sucessfully gone to the green house, coffee break, Area 51 for the dark arts festival, watched a blow up doll kill a guy, watch a cop eat spaghetti all hella nasty. Go to dees with a bunch of friends and talk about tickets for an hour and then talk about other things then tickets again and meet up with greg who was randomly there as well. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Watch marcus try to buy ciggarettes and laugh cuz hes only 18.&lt;br /&gt;LMAO at Utah rules.&lt;br /&gt;(He could buy em in idaho)&lt;br /&gt;Picked him up at the Hilton hotel. O____O&lt;br /&gt;Hella fancy.&lt;br /&gt;oh my wow, and he has an epic view.&lt;br /&gt;We stayed up all night, talked all night.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late.&lt;br /&gt;Missed work.&lt;br /&gt;Went to dennys.&lt;br /&gt;Car jousted.&lt;br /&gt;I almodt fell out of a window.&lt;br /&gt;Went to whitneys and laughed at megan fox.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tony fabs.&lt;br /&gt;Was jealous of his house.&lt;br /&gt;Will probably move there lol&lt;br /&gt;Its an old brothel.&lt;br /&gt;Epic win.&lt;br /&gt;*thinks marcus's ghost buster shirt is epic.&lt;br /&gt;Raced whitney.&lt;br /&gt;Met some stoner hip hop band people, who invited us to a concert.&lt;br /&gt;probably wont go to that.&lt;br /&gt;XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far eventful.&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-7951678193909053076?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-4162446543094343130</id><published>2009-06-10T12:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T12:18:51.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout out collection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Anyone can make me one, who knows maybe ill make you one &amp;lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;----------------Shout Outs!----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcGhvdG9idWNrZXQuY29t" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/DJ1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;^DJ &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcGhvdG9idWNrZXQuY29t" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/luzka.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Luz-Ka &amp;lt;3&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcGhvdG9idWNrZXQuY29t" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/l_17bcc704f886559075d7630d058f81d0.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Jamie &lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcGhvdG9idWNrZXQuY29t" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/omg-nice-ass.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Lydia&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcGhvdG9idWNrZXQuY29t" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/0824071956.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Whitney!! &amp;lt;33 &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcGhvdG9idWNrZXQuY29t" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/omgbrian1.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^OMG BRIAN AND STUFF! &amp;lt;33&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vcGhvdG9idWNrZXQuY29t" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/noelelmf.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Nolan&lt;center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img258.imageshack.us/img258/8192/shoutouttoparenthesisx2xq7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;^Mana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/aww-robert.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;^Robert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00703.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/DSC00703.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^Tony Fab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/06/shout-out-collection.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/4162446543094343130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/4162446543094343130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/06/shout-out-collection.html' title='Shout out collection'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-5075020499566113877</id><published>2009-06-05T12:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T12:31:06.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have not drawn in so long, I'm hella rusty.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a random drawing.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you sorta like it lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/are-we-dancer.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-5075020499566113877?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/5075020499566113877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/06/dancer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/5075020499566113877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/5075020499566113877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/06/dancer.html' title='Dancer'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-5208244913792066781</id><published>2009-06-03T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T01:17:41.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/parenthesisx/3590883581/" title="look to the roses by Parenthesis X, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2430/3590883581_41c83ea704.jpg" alt="look to the roses" width="500" height="334" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sick today, so horribly sick. Stayed home from work I did.&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy, so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;I wish this would pass.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained today.  I went into the garden to look at the down pour and amused I was by how the roses looked.&lt;br /&gt;So a photo shoot I did.&lt;br /&gt;A lovely few shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy them as much as I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2452/3591110805_8678d55192.jpg" alt="Nymphetamine" width="500" height="334" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-5208244913792066781?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/5208244913792066781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-sick-today-so-horribly-sick.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/5208244913792066781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/5208244913792066781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-was-sick-today-so-horribly-sick.html' title='Secret Garden'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2430/3590883581_41c83ea704_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-7340831759276182370</id><published>2009-06-02T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T01:04:54.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day With Aubri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/aubriclosecopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to eisenhower jr high the other day to visit some teachers, and It was pretty...insightful, well anyway I didint wanna drive out to redwood for no reason so I asked avalon if she wanted to chill but she was with her bf, so im all hey aubri and shes like im walking home from school.&lt;br /&gt;Skipping class I see lol.&lt;br /&gt;So I go pick her up and we go hang out downtown magna, and do some photoshoots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/amarantine.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not gunna lie I started to get a pretty bad cough but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;also we chilled at this coffee shop that I swear to god was made for senior citizens, and  I got an "Italian cream soda."&lt;br /&gt;which came out more like a smoothie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway also hung with Katrina whom I think is hella mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to stay away from her for a while, not totally sure what I did but.&lt;br /&gt;I hope shes not to mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here are some of the shots from the shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/daisy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/aubrionacarthing.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/hellaclose.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/window11.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/snail.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-7340831759276182370?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/7340831759276182370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-with-aubri.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/7340831759276182370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/7340831759276182370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-with-aubri.html' title='Day With Aubri'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-1646149461441333068</id><published>2009-06-01T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:23:48.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Matell for ruining my life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tattoo-barbie.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/tattoo-barbie.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So this slutty sex doll, whatshername, Barbie, took a break from getting abortions and giving herself roofies to get some tattoos, just in time for her 50th birthday! This week’s overblown and self-important tattoo-related outrage comes from various people who are VERY OFFENDED that international drug cartel Mattel has released “Totally Stylin’ Tattoo Barbie,” a children’s toy that comes with 40 different temporary tattoos that will keep this bitch from ever getting a job, as well as a “tattoo gun” for the kids to give themselves their own temporary tattoos, which is completely inappropriate, apparently. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;quote:Yes, that’s right, a tattoo gun so instead of applying it with a wet wash cloth, 8 year-olds can simulate that milestone in every minor’s life experience of actual needles pumping permanent dye into their growing bodies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Again, this has nothing to do with tattoos for consenting adults, but everything to do with age-appropriate toys. And in my humble opinion, the age 5 designated on the box is off by about 20 years and a hepatitis C shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This piece was squeezed from the mindgrapes of the &lt;a href="http://subdivablog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Suburban Diva&lt;/a&gt; herself, Tracey Henry, who is positively aghast that CHILDREN will be using a FAKE TATTOO GUN, which is really just a stamp, essentially, but righteous indignation over stamps doesn’t get you &lt;a href="http://subdivablog.blogspot.com/2009/03/going-national.html"&gt;featured on CNN&lt;/a&gt;, I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;quote:There will be some who disagree, pointing out that Barbie is just keeping up with what’s in style right now and that this is merely a toy that kids can play make-believe like other adult activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I counter that bellbottoms and leg-warmers didn’t need to be removed with laser treatments and Barbie’s Dream Wedding gown didn’t come with bottles of Tequila for a pretend open-bar reception. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-1646149461441333068?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/1646149461441333068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you-matell-for-ruining-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/1646149461441333068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/1646149461441333068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/06/thank-you-matell-for-ruining-my-life.html' title='Thank you Matell for ruining my life.'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-7279879428290911643</id><published>2009-05-31T11:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:50:25.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>checkmate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even if your throne crumbles, and your shiny crown turns to rust, even if the bodies pile up endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;Above the bottomless pile of corpses, beside you as you lay softly down, I will be.&lt;br /&gt;Until I hear the words&lt;br /&gt;"Checkmate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-7279879428290911643?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/7279879428290911643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/7279879428290911643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/7279879428290911643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-for-you.html' title='checkmate'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-1091091115905812760</id><published>2009-05-31T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:05:00.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidentiality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I am choosing to confide in less people as of now.&lt;br /&gt;I am pulling out all my contacts, and am starting over to see who is worth telling anything about my life to.&lt;br /&gt;And those whom I will refrain from personal conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If what I tell you does not harm YOU in any way or pertains to you directly, stay out of it.&lt;br /&gt;I am telling you what I am for the pure sake of telling someone.&lt;br /&gt;Not so you can play search and rescue.&lt;br /&gt;Stay out of whats not your place to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like I can really trust any of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;My secrets will be mine alone from now on.&lt;br /&gt;If you are a lucky individual whom I share any personal information of my life to, then consider yourself incredibly lucky.&lt;br /&gt;I shall relinquish myself to a closed book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-1091091115905812760?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/1091091115905812760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/confidentiality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/1091091115905812760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/1091091115905812760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/confidentiality.html' title='Confidentiality'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-1473541732148536551</id><published>2009-05-31T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:59:43.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phil and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Phil and I broke up recently, It was a mutual thing.&lt;br /&gt;Him and I have an agreement, and that's all anybody needs to know.&lt;br /&gt;I love him to death.&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever question my loyalty to that boy.&lt;br /&gt;You know nothing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-1473541732148536551?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/1473541732148536551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/phil-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/1473541732148536551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/1473541732148536551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/phil-and-i.html' title='Phil and I'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-1524578193899305474</id><published>2009-05-31T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:57:54.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay so I luff work a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I worked yesterday from 4 to 12.&lt;br /&gt;omg that was a long ass shift.&lt;br /&gt;specially since its right where its hella busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So This guy in deli named tony haz a major crush on me.&lt;br /&gt;and im like uhhh arent you married?&lt;br /&gt;apparently hes getting a divorce, and hes asking me out, im like woah buddy.&lt;br /&gt;woah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun yesterday, the new tent for smoke break is up, and I chiled with dave most the day, hes my crazy asshole juggalo friend. He gives me hard times, everyone in the store gives him them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god he kicked me in the back of the leg like jeff does, and I slow fell to the ground it was crazy funny!&lt;br /&gt;cuz I kicked him erlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg and ruth is this old lady mexican chick with to much makeup shes all making silly faces at dave being all "you dont love me, okay I punch you in face den."&lt;br /&gt;all hella mexican and funny as hell~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late at night omg so I was like 2 hours away from my shift and saul gets off hella early he just came and stood next to me the remainder of my shift he was off for like 2 hours and im like kid why arent you leavin?&lt;br /&gt;wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hes all talking to me about old times and this old ladys in front of me and im helping her and sauls all.&lt;br /&gt;"remember that one time when you almost got arrested for that drug charge morgan put on you? with all that heroine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the old ladys all O_____O?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im like saul, your scaring people go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my jeessuuuss, its so nuts, oh and I have to share a locker with dave now cuz mine is infected or something, and I spent half my break trying to open the bastard, I cannot open those things for the life of me.&lt;br /&gt;I walk into the break room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"does anyone know how to open a locker?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much more happened but my mind just went blank&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;aww&lt;br /&gt;Good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-1524578193899305474?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/1524578193899305474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/smoke-break.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/1524578193899305474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/1524578193899305474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/smoke-break.html' title='Smoke Break'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-381881185878603500</id><published>2009-05-30T00:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:30:55.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well at least...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----Recent photo shoot with Brian----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/?action=view&amp;amp;current=time-dont-wait-for-no-one.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/time-dont-wait-for-no-one.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time seems to be such a brooding aspect lately.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I feel so cornered and limp in this small window of what they call a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;Almost as If I'm dead.&lt;br /&gt;Dead, In a box.&lt;br /&gt;But alas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in a box is better than no life at all, I expect. You'd have a chance, at least. You could lie there thinking, "Well. At least I'm not dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-381881185878603500?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/381881185878603500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-at-least.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/381881185878603500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/381881185878603500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/well-at-least.html' title='Well at least...'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-4152838195444990883</id><published>2009-05-30T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:21:49.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo shoot on the salt flats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the other day well on the 22nd, sorry I have not updated in a while.&lt;br /&gt; I went to model for a photo shoot by one of my favorite photographers, Cat Palmer.&lt;br /&gt;shes all sorts of awesome.&lt;br /&gt;So Katrina bailed on me and so I was going to have to drive out to wendover alone, and then woot woot, Chris and tony offered to ride with me, and tony has never been there anyway.&lt;br /&gt;So we all piled into my car and off we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty fun drive up, we stalked a motorcycle cuz we thought it was a cop and I have been really freaked out by cops lately so we were all cautious about it and tried to zoom in on the bike to see if it was a cop bike or not and so we used the zoom on my camera, lol cameras come in such handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it wasint but thats ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to the flats we stoped a few times to take some pretty cool landscape photos, and&lt;br /&gt;we come across this random ass tree in the middle of nowhere, as in like this tree and nothing around it for miles and miles, and somehow this little bastard is alive, in salt.&lt;br /&gt;O___O&lt;br /&gt;We were pretty amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a photo of tony looking all cool by it haha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/DSC_0203.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was not just any tree, oh no.&lt;br /&gt;A christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a small solar pannel attatched to the lights on it we were all sorts of like what the F***?!&lt;br /&gt;LOL @ us and graz in febuary, that chris was right.&lt;br /&gt;We thought it was a moving crab or alien etc, it really was a random christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lol inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway we took some shots and it was pretty randomly awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/DSC_0214.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to the flats&lt;br /&gt;I took work off that day so I could do this shit.&lt;br /&gt;been chillin with tony all day, lol I see him alot lately.&lt;br /&gt;But its cool.&lt;br /&gt;So we get there and there was another photoshoot going on for some magazine, it was pretty cool to see all this shit going on with this random red couch out there and a van and all these people and models and ugh it was quite a lot to take in.&lt;br /&gt;It was crazy interesting to see though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/DSC_0379.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we stand around for a while waiting for the other girls to arrive, there were quite a few women.&lt;br /&gt;I was in group one where I ran around with a red cloth and we all danced and shit.&lt;br /&gt;Was pretty fun, minus the fact the flats were hard and crusty and painful on bare feet.&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty crazy though and quite the thing to see.&lt;br /&gt;I personally have been meaning to do a shoot out there with a bunch of models and umbrellas.&lt;br /&gt;haha, eventually right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/DSC_0362.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are a few other shots from that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/palmershoot.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait to see how the photos turned out, she did individual shots as well for everyone, I looked like hell but oh well, well see how it comes out eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/DSC_0356.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was all sorts of well and dandy, we returned home after stoping at a gas station in nevada.&lt;br /&gt;Turned back ran out of gas in tooele.&lt;br /&gt;Loled about it, had to have chris get us gas. now he probably cant go to this camping trip on the 7th but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get home, take chris home , drop tony off at some park so he can chill with this chick, then I get a call from this girl katy, shes not my katrina, shes this pretty girl I really like who I met at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She invited me to a party, says shes leaving for it now but I can go to her house get money from her car and drive my ass to layton...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do all that go to layton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have an awesome fun time with her at this party, drank a little, other stuff. *cough couch*&lt;br /&gt;chillin at a party with a bunch or hot military men.&lt;br /&gt;And the girl of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a text from aldo.&lt;br /&gt;Hes all hey im at peace sign park wanna meet me there?&lt;br /&gt;and Im like oh sure im just a good 40 miles from home, and somewhat iniberated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; okay see you soon&lt;br /&gt;So I tell everyone good bye.&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive out to see Aldo hes chilling at the park, and me and him sit and talk in his car for quite a while and eat cheezits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like Aldo, hes quite the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nod nod*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway him and I had a pretty good time hanging out at the park, then he had to go home and as did I seeing to how I had to work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;I had one hell of a day though.&lt;br /&gt;Phew I was beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-4152838195444990883?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/4152838195444990883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/photo-shoot-on-salt-flats.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/4152838195444990883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/4152838195444990883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/photo-shoot-on-salt-flats.html' title='Photo shoot on the salt flats'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' 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January 28th. From this date onward it can not take its full strength until February 19th and is then for seven days gradually losing its strength on account of becoming overlapped by the "cusp" of the incoming sign Pisces. Those born people who were born in such "cusp" usually take from the qualities of both signs. These natures generally tend to feel very lonely in life. They are over-sensitive, and easily wounded in their feelings. AQUARIANS have great desire for material gain, but are not greedy. They are tireless workers and are willing to work for what they want, and do not demand more than their fair share. They read character instinctively, and for this reason they "see through" people too easily to be really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who were born in February are not demonstrative in affection, but feel very deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are usually high-strung, and their nerves are generally overwrought. This people often lose control and then say or do things that they bitterly regret later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are generally very active for the public good, and often give all they have to relieve the distress of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are good thinkers, and are very successful when it comes to debate and argument, and difficult to convince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are excellent in business and finance when they apply their minds to such things, but usually they are more successful for others, and make more money for other people than for themselves. Such people are a seekers of knowledge, rational, open-minded, gifted with breadth of vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people born in this sign manage overcame their sensitiveness and developed their will-power, there is no position they would not be able to attain. They are usually successful in some large sphere of action, where they can feel their responsibilities for others. As an idealist AQUARIANS would like to see that everybody is happy and their ambition is to do something important and meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They take a great interest in public meetings, gatherings of people, and public ceremonies. In spite of the fact that such people love theatres and concerts, and like to be where crowds of people congregate, they often feel lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If born with money, these people rarely show who they are. They are inclined to let their opportunities slip, or realize them only when it is too late. If, however, people born in this period belong to the lower order of humanity they inclined to lose all sense of honor and principle, and are extremely unreliable, tricky in money matters, dishonest, and unscrupulous in gaining what they desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a lovers these people are full of surprises. They simply cannot be happy or fulfilled unless they are free to do as they like. No matter how deeply in love these people may be, they are never willing to sacrifice their autonomy, but they always put honesty ahead of romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, it is not true that all people who were born in this time are evil people. In fact, those with the Sun in Aquarius are sometimes «one set against many» against great odds or against an institution; for light are at enmity with darkness in the same way that lions are at enmity with hyenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aquarius - The Sign of the Water Bearer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; The Aquarias' symbol is the woman, who is holding two vessels in her hands : one contains alive water , another - dead. It symbolises the division between good and evil, black and white. It is in the Aquarias' nature to be interested in science's advanced achievements. For example - computers. In general, she loves to use any modern technical achievements. Sometimes, she shows such a great interest in them, that they can replace contact with people at all. The inner world of people who were born under the sign of The Aquarias is very unstable. There are rather frequently the revolutions take place. That is why these people are usually moody . Though the Aquarias loves everything new she can find there something old .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; They tend to collect friends the way some people put together an art collection. The typical AQUARIAN may have so many friends, but very few confidants. In real friendship or love they get on best with those born from May 21 to June 20, October 20 to 27, and, as a rule, with those who were born in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Health&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; These people are inclined to suffer most from the stomach, often through the nerves of the stomach in some peculiar manner that is difficult to relieve with ordinary medicine. Bad circulation often troubles them and there is often some delicacy of the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Color&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; The most favorable colors for them are all shades of what are known as "electric shades," as electric blues and electric grays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stones&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; The birth stones for the period are sapphires, pink topazes, and moonstones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-1994713374037372244?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/1994713374037372244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/were-never-truly-happy.html#comment-form' 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type='text'>Who The fuck?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cant think of anyone who hates me enough to stoop to this.&lt;br /&gt;Im so close to arriving at the door step of everyone I know and punching them in the face in hopes that was the culprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your going to try and fuck with my life, dont bring my parents into it.&lt;br /&gt;They are innocent and bringing shit like this into their life is straight up ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like me, come tell me, or puch me, or destroy something of mine.&lt;br /&gt;Not my parents.&lt;br /&gt;This is just low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-4736334798324784644?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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WishAFriend.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-8994962418220102940?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/8994962418220102940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/countdown-clocks-cool-countdowns-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/8994962418220102940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/8994962418220102940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/countdown-clocks-cool-countdowns-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-929278369429031897</id><published>2009-05-20T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T12:15:38.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nien du</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Graz decided to make the picture better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/Lost_Vacuus_Vos_by_ParenthesisX.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gräz says:&lt;br /&gt;he is a soldier for your photography&lt;br /&gt;Gräz says:&lt;br /&gt;and he hates jews&lt;br /&gt;Gräz says:&lt;br /&gt;for no reason&lt;br /&gt;Gräz says:&lt;br /&gt;Those are X's for parenthesis X&lt;br /&gt;ParenthesisX says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;ParenthesisX says:&lt;br /&gt;i bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-929278369429031897?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/929278369429031897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/graz-decided-to-make-picture-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/929278369429031897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/2985763607585904829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/2985763607585904829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/kids.html' title='kids'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-5899751835143754712</id><published>2009-05-06T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:59:57.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tony</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Always seems to make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-5899751835143754712?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/5899751835143754712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/tony.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/5899751835143754712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/5899751835143754712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/tony.html' title='Tony'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-5249287729749482127</id><published>2009-05-04T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:27:28.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It still beats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though I doubt it most times, It still beats.&lt;br /&gt;Its still beating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3409/3502865315_d01fd17aac.jpg" alt="its still beating" width="500" height="302" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-5249287729749482127?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/5249287729749482127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-still-beats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/5249287729749482127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/5249287729749482127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-still-beats.html' title='It still beats'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3409/3502865315_d01fd17aac_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-7831497367165984753</id><published>2009-05-04T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:42:04.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tony Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3545/3499979366_9d060bbe6b.jpg" alt="" width="334" height="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday I was going to do the photoshoot for the Hermit, but a series of unfortunate events made it so I was not able to complete that shoot.&lt;br /&gt;I get a text from katie asking if I want to go to pets mart, but It was super early so I was not to thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;She texts be back a few minutes later and says shes going with katylin.&lt;br /&gt;So I get a text a little later when I wake up and its from tony now asking if I wanted to go get something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;So I casually agree and head out to pick him up.&lt;br /&gt;We end up at buffet city.&lt;br /&gt;Eat much great chinese food and what not while discussing life and friends and love.&lt;br /&gt;I do this a lot with tony.&lt;br /&gt;We get on the subject of photographs and head home.&lt;br /&gt;I take him back to my place and we chill in my office and talk about photography, and I explain to him a bunch of my ideas for the tarot shoot.&lt;br /&gt;He enjoys them greatly, and I get a random burst of inspiration, So we grab a random sign I had in my office and head for Magna.&lt;br /&gt;On our way out there, I see a random field and pull over, we walk quite a distance to an old house and dandy lions, It was quite a pretty scene, side the fact we got eaten alive by mosquitoes and all other bugs.&lt;br /&gt;I only got like 6 frames, but that was all I really needed.&lt;br /&gt;We venture back to my vehicle, and head towards the empress, I stop at chris's and get him since you never know when his fat will come in handy.&lt;br /&gt;So chris comes and hangs out with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE head up to a cemetary and It starts to rain, so I say "tony get out."&lt;br /&gt;Which he does and stands in the rain with an umbrella.&lt;br /&gt;He does a few poses and we all have a merry happy time in the rain doing a shoot.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed it greatly.&lt;br /&gt;We then head back to my house for processing, and we all had burgers and macoroni, and we all talked of random nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;Quite fun it was.&lt;br /&gt;Then I took both tony and Chris home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few frames from the shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3385/3499164751_cb2ce57de5.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="334" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3310/3499985252_ae6a3389fb.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="334" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3599/3499173493_ed142705a6.jpg" width="500" height="334" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-7831497367165984753?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/7831497367165984753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/tony-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-630666309567216045</id><published>2009-05-03T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:01:05.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rupert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So after I get out of the gym katies all, "wanna make brownies k lol."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course I agree, she comes to my house, we make brownies, really lame ones, and we were hella fat about it.&lt;br /&gt;In fact i'm amazed the brownies got made at all.&lt;br /&gt;We are like bla blabla hermit bla bla photoshoot bla bla cage, so I'm like THAT reminds me~!&lt;br /&gt;So we get in my car an drive to the dudes house to ask him to either borrow or rent the huge bird cage, and hes like uhhhhhh, Ill think about it.&lt;br /&gt;So im like Damnit~!&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that sucks because I need it like ....asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, fine, think about it.....prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So We start to drive away and we see this hella sad puppy on the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;all wet and nappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pull over and im like katie go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She calls for the dog and it comes gladly.&lt;br /&gt;Its sooo cute~!&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;So I named him Rupert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/rupert.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take it back to my house and talk then take it to katrinas and we hung out there most of the day trying to get her mom to allow it to stay, it lookd hella tiny next to domo(a labrador.)&lt;br /&gt;We hang out all day till almost time to go to the empress, and were like oh shits.&lt;br /&gt;We called everyone and not a single person would take the dog for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;So we had to leave it in katies car.&lt;br /&gt;It was sad, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;So got to the empress,  all was well and dandy, I ended up wanting a drink and so I had to find an atm, so I go to my car, and find out I was driving unlisenced.&lt;br /&gt;That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So aldo offers to take me to get my lisence and debit card, So I proceed to drive away with the mexican.&lt;br /&gt;Hes like bla bla bla something baja blast mtn dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I LOVE THAT STUFF~!&lt;br /&gt;Aldo: ME 2~!&lt;br /&gt;Me: lets do it!&lt;br /&gt;Aldo: What plow?&lt;br /&gt;Me:...&lt;br /&gt;Aldo: Or get mountain dew, thats cool to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we get my stuff from my house and go to the atm, well that was an odd experience. LOL&lt;br /&gt;then go to taco bell, where I yelled at the lady on the intercom and she freaked out at me and is like leave, then I rapidly apologized and proclaimed my love for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she over charged me for aldos food and we drove back to the empress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get there and aldos like bla bla lets go sit in the pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha see how much I listen?&lt;br /&gt;All I hear is bla bla, loljk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go there and watch the remainder or jesters royale, and that was funny as hell.&lt;br /&gt;Jacob actually guessed why he was late for work within an hour~!&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when all that ended katie went back to her house to live in her car with rupert cuz her mom wont let it stay.&lt;br /&gt;So.....yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I visited her for a while, and now im here, texting kerstea and stephen, in attempts to get models.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Imma go to bed now, night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-630666309567216045?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/630666309567216045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/rupert.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/630666309567216045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/630666309567216045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/rupert.html' title='rupert'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-3415391707466924768</id><published>2009-05-02T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:38:09.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>damn bird cage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I need this bird cage that this couple has, I want it so much for the hermit shoot.&lt;br /&gt;But I am broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is 400 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant come up with that much in a day, so I went and asked them if I can rent it and they are like idk lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-3415391707466924768?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/3415391707466924768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/damn-bird-cage.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/3415391707466924768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/3415391707466924768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/damn-bird-cage.html' title='damn bird cage'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-7307575394553605903</id><published>2009-05-02T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T15:28:28.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>video of the friken year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my jesus, I totally know the kid that called tom green.&lt;br /&gt;Xenon got a bazillion points in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4CaYzsQ0fkY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/7307575394553605903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/7307575394553605903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/video-of-friken-year.html' title='video of the friken year'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-3300730802712598402</id><published>2009-05-02T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:56:38.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So more practicing with well everything and its dog, and I took this photo a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;See the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/Photo-0579.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;Adobe Photoshop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/adobeh.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;Lightroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/literoom.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;Lightroom + Photoshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/lite-room-plus-shop.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cant decide what I like :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-3300730802712598402?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/3300730802712598402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-testing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/3300730802712598402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/3300730802712598402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-testing.html' title='More testing'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-4978642893513079363</id><published>2009-05-01T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:52:37.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my lightroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I recently aquired lightroom to use for my upcoming projects, and I have discovered the beauty of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This image was shot in RAW format and was origionally edited with some shitty editor I happen to have,  thats the only one that allows raw files.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/DSC_04130001.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty....sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took it to lightroom and well, pushed buttons randomly (not really) and came out with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/DSC_0413.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only sad thing is after the save I experienced quite a bit of quality loss, I really need to fix that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas my search for knowledge continues for the best way to use RAW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cries*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill get there, eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-4978642893513079363?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-3094074816127679974</id><published>2009-04-27T17:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:16:59.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so this one time Lydia got a fortune cookie, and it read&lt;br /&gt;"Discontent is the first step in the progress of a man or a nation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I was like "Your not a man or a nation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I randomly remembered that and it was funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-3094074816127679974?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-4581663685368135556</id><published>2009-04-27T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T13:23:31.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book idea?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so high possibility I am making a book for sale one using the labeled series for an inspirational art piece about youth and pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will also be making a spectacular alice in wonderland compilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as well a special secret project I will be having an open casting call that will be posted for at a later date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-4581663685368135556?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/4581663685368135556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/04/book-idea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/4581663685368135556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/4581663685368135556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/04/book-idea.html' title='Book idea?'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-132657034732278376</id><published>2009-04-23T19:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:11:45.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Panku vs ParaEX</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3596/3469286085_33b45fd948.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="pankuvspara" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today at phils and cory invited me to have breakfast, and it was pancakes~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/cory-pancakes.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh also, I cut phils hair, because I can and he looks heeelllaaa goood~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/phill.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I had an epic battle with a spider, I won btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played guitar hero and I sang a piss ton of songs, was also exciting, cory went for a smoke break and I noticed the time and saw that I was late for katies anime club and was like shit shit must go now kay bai~!&lt;br /&gt;So I called katie while driving down baccus and shes like I gotta take james home k bai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I waited for her at her house and eventually she got there and we went to the DI, to look for cosplay crap, that didint happen but I got a shower curtain!&lt;br /&gt;Woo!&lt;br /&gt;progresssss....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hang it in my room~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have no idea its so freaking cool~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also looked through a metric ton of patterns and found some that resembel a few of our costumes, and a few that just looked exciting and purchased them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then got hungry and went to subway~!&lt;br /&gt;WOOOO HEALTHY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our subway to a park and hung out at the magical park of woo and junk, and saw a girl who HELLA dressed like a colorblind homeless person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not even understand her outfit, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;orange hoodie, pink top, green pants, blue sox.&lt;br /&gt;It was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subway was goooood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went and hung out at my magical chill spot that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie and me, well we had a great day of lawl and what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres some photos~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All curteosy of my cellular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3536/3469286253_6a3d86f30f.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3604/3470098044_20b7d1384e.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="fly-free" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3572/3470097806_ff8066e129.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="swing" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3576/3469343511_83e8ea4452_o.jpg" alt="seipakatie" width="500" height="667" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/layindown.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-132657034732278376?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/132657034732278376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-3883945255182465660</id><published>2009-04-23T19:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:24:25.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Female Fail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So katrina and I are failures at being women.&lt;br /&gt;But at least be bitches be bangin~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-3883945255182465660?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/3883945255182465660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/04/female-fail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/3883945255182465660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/3883945255182465660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/04/female-fail.html' title='Female Fail'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-2787075448836114489</id><published>2009-04-23T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T17:59:15.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cellular Job Loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OH MY JESUS!!!&lt;br /&gt;I am upset~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my jesus jesus~!!&lt;br /&gt;Freaking job calls my house phone and is all we want dana, and my moms all dana not here klol. Call cellular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as we all know!!!! I DONT ANSWER MY CELLULAR!!&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know, I just don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So freaking I haz a missed call from job saying bla bla we want you for the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As IN I COULD HAVE A JOB!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;But nyoooooooo, the called my ceeellll.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im attempting to reach them so I can haz job please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, phil is amazing and helps me with everything~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-2787075448836114489?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/2787075448836114489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-2169031985510789145</id><published>2009-04-22T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:33:24.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boris!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I went to improv tonight, and pretty much adored it.&lt;br /&gt;Katrina and I want to continue going so bad~!&lt;br /&gt;We has such a blasty blast, and not going to lie, watching this girl throw herself against a wall and bend to the ground with a chair above her head pressing her back and knees to the ground, was astonishing.&lt;br /&gt;lulz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was surprisingly a very welcoming and friendly atmosphere, and the whole aldo being there made it a lot more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha imagine that saying aldo and being comfortable in the same sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAWL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proceeded to hold weekly cosplay club of course, and we progressed....mildly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia made quite the accomplishment in bringing a poke ball hat for show and tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave her a gold sticker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were hopefully going to be  doing some heafty fund raising in the near future, and hopefully making our group more intuitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The website will be going up soon, I promise, as soon as we have something to show for our lazy efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily Im going "Lady" shopping tomorrow with katie in attempts to make something for show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Improv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also known as the Jesters Royale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intend to continue attending the workshops and as well as as many performances as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to see Aldo perform more, that kid is continuously peeking my interest in an uprise of amazing ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wewt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus katie and I need some lessons on how to be a proper citizen of society, so hopefully this will help us, hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Im off to Phil's now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I know you know nothing of boris, but he kicks your ass in your sleep......and or in an interrogation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lulz~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BORIS ROX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-2169031985510789145?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-4051184077674594906</id><published>2009-04-20T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:42:22.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punky Brewster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While walking out of F.Y.E the other day a man stopped Katrina and I and complimented her outfit.&lt;br /&gt;HE then proceeded to claim that she had a punky brewster style.&lt;br /&gt;Confused Katrina and I looked back at the man puzzled, for we had both heard the term before.&lt;br /&gt;The man walked past a group of older gentlemen and said, "punky brewster you know, its your time."&lt;br /&gt;He looked back at Katrina and asked her age.&lt;br /&gt;She stumbled on her words a moment and replied.&lt;br /&gt;He gave a thumbs up and walked away, as did we still confused to no bitter end.&lt;br /&gt;We made plans to look it up later that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punky Brewster is an American sitcom about a girl named Punky Brewster being raised by her foster parent Henry Warnimont&lt;br /&gt;Punky was abandoned by her mother at a chicago mall and was left to fend for herself.&lt;br /&gt;She was later adopted by a widowed man Henry Warnimont whom also is a photographer. Punky and her best friend Brandon, make new life with Henry and her many new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now punky herself is not what the man at F.Y.E was referring to.&lt;br /&gt;Punky brewster basically started the ass backward fashion we have now better known as scene.&lt;br /&gt;Although punky brewster was a stretch back in the 80's with her 2 different colored converse a bandanna tied around her knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted she was abandoned by her mom and perhaps that was the excuse for the fact that she dressed like a colorblind homeless person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/punky-brewster.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I laughed at the fact it was Katrina who was called punky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon further inspection, punkys horrible attire is becoming quite popular nowadays with the young teens and high school kids.&lt;br /&gt;Disturbed we were, but almost flattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down to watch a few episodes and It was not at all a bad series.&lt;br /&gt;It was horribly cheesy but still had a sort of spunk in it that kept my interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas Katrina and her new found nickname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3599/3457814077_d16f294f74.jpg" alt="" width="335" height="500" /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-4051184077674594906?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/4051184077674594906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/04/while-walking-out-of-f.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-8862674913840930693</id><published>2009-04-20T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:23:51.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Scene?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I want to point out that this is possibly the most pitiful and retarded thing I have seen all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scene365days.blogspot.com/"&gt;SO SCENE BLOG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like being as Scene as possible was not cliche and gay enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has to be a HOW TO .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A step by step way to be fashionably cracked out and the easiest way to the 80's~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awe I see those poor picked on 80's kids now.&lt;br /&gt;If they were here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would be more popular than that one girl nobody knows from that one band, but shes cool because she has scene hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HURRAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-8862674913840930693?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/8862674913840930693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-scene.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/8862674913840930693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/8862674913840930693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-scene.html' title='So Scene?'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-1700590159147439528</id><published>2009-04-20T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:18:43.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Cosplay Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Found on Cosplay Hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/CosplayMandexFeature.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring the obvious joke, I'd like to point out they actually screened Batman &amp;amp; Robin on his forehead that night. In fairness to Forehead, that’s still closer to a girl than some of the people laughing at this picture have gotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-1700590159147439528?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/1700590159147439528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/04/scary-cosplay-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/1700590159147439528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/1700590159147439528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/04/scary-cosplay-moment.html' title='Scary Cosplay Moment'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-3094412990611139453</id><published>2009-04-20T12:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T12:05:36.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream ADD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3524/3458630776_43559ba0fd.jpg" alt="katie took it." width="500" height="334" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I wake up very melancholy and not really wanting to do much, I text katrina and asked her to hang and she gladly agreed.&lt;br /&gt;She invited me to go to stansbury park with her bro chris.&lt;br /&gt;btw we never made it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were gunna leave, my daddy invited katrina and I to go to soup or salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we agreed to the free food and followed my faja to the resturant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there and had a long discussion between katie and I about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, that was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left and on our driving back to my house we took an adventurous detour through kearns. we drove past little chillenz and they looked like they were doing a drug deal, well katie thought they were, they were just fat so its cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found some neat spots for some photoshoots, and while driving past a church katie pulled in to the parking lot because she saw something shiny, wepulled over and there was broken glass all over, but it was purple!&lt;br /&gt;So katrina and I collected as much of it as we could and decided were going to make a collection of broken glass we find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanna put it into a bottle and  put lights behind them and make a collection.&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im excited for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it must be glass we find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that we stood there dumbfounded in the parking lot for what rang in our ears, thats faint and familiar melody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie and I paused then turned to eachother to shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ICE CREAM MAN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hurried into her car and began chasing down the ice cream man, wow he moves fast for a family friendly car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chased him for about 2 blocks where he eventually stoped and we proceeded to equip ourselves with a chocolate eclair and a jolly rancher snow cone.&lt;br /&gt;as well as a ring pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got in katies car and headed back to my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We charged my camera and sat around and conversed a bit, while watching old episodes of punky brewster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We eventually got off our fat asses to do a spontaneous photoshoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up at my old elementary school and did some shots on the play ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very uninspired at first when katie looked like a hippie.&lt;br /&gt;She then put her hair up in pig tails and the inspiration flowed from my everything.&lt;br /&gt;O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psh whatever, you all agree shes hot with pig tails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3528/3458316612_bb512e369d.jpg" width="335" height="500" alt="play" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoot went good, of course save the constant complaining from dear katie in an attempt to make me believe shes the size of a house with a face that belongs behind an iorn mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But alas the shots were just as adoring and beautiful as any shot she ends up in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then took a few shots of me, we lolled about mexican hip hop, and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good day it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/11111111.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-3094412990611139453?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/3094412990611139453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-today-i-wake-up-very-melancholy-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/3094412990611139453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/3094412990611139453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/04/so-today-i-wake-up-very-melancholy-and.html' title='Ice Cream ADD'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3524/3458630776_43559ba0fd_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-5653161686623621631</id><published>2009-04-19T22:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T22:37:29.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>broke my blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So i broke my blog, im in the process of fixing the way it looks.&lt;br /&gt;Be patient okay?&lt;br /&gt; Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-5653161686623621631?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/5653161686623621631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/04/broke-my-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday was Day of silence.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to practice it, ah well.&lt;br /&gt;But here is the sign I was supposed to carry around.&lt;br /&gt;April 17th each year is Day of silence.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I missed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Please understand my reasons for not speaking today. I am participating in the Day of Silence, a national youth movement protesting the silence faced by lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender people and their allies. My deliberate silence echoes that silence, which is caused by harassment, prejudice, and discrimination. I believe that ending the silence in the first step towards fighting these injustices. Think about the voices you are not hearing today."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-4000179361086808689?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/4000179361086808689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-of-silence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/4000179361086808689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/4000179361086808689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-of-silence.html' title='Day of silence'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-4885038644365461445</id><published>2009-04-17T10:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:02:51.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Roman Model</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so proud of Roman, recently he came to me and asked me to make him a portfolio, So I worked with him on his portfolio and taught him how to model, how to walk how to behave, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went into the agency today with my photos in hand, and got it.&lt;br /&gt;The agency specifically commented on this shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="608"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=119571805&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=119571805&amp;amp;width=1337" allowscriptaccess="always" width="450" height="608"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/119571805/"&gt;Frail&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://parenthesisx.deviantart.com/"&gt;ParenthesisX&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So proud of him I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see more about him go here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/romananayajr"&gt;MYSPACE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://roman-ronyx.blogspot.com/"&gt;BLOGGER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I designed his blogger &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-4885038644365461445?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/4885038644365461445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-proud-of-roman-recently-he-came.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/4885038644365461445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/4885038644365461445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-proud-of-roman-recently-he-came.html' title='My Roman Model'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-7986385969115792605</id><published>2009-04-17T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:19:04.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drunks?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So someone I know the other day was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;And I got to thinking about the annoyance level of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to this conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunks are the kind of people you can love and hate at the same time. They are really fun to be with when just slightly drunk. When they exceed your own induced merriment, then they become drunk. They ought to be deported.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really needed to share that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-7986385969115792605?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/7986385969115792605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/04/drunks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/7986385969115792605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/7986385969115792605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/04/drunks.html' title='drunks?'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-3996176279472129410</id><published>2009-04-17T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:10:06.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a id="ImageURL" href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=90561890"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://c4.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/102/s_bfe9a732e9ea4652917fd3ce0f8a54bf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                 &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                        Some say a spare tire where nobody sees it never hurts. And can come in handy when you've got a blowout.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-3996176279472129410?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/3996176279472129410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-say-spare-tire-where-nobody-sees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/3996176279472129410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/3996176279472129410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-say-spare-tire-where-nobody-sees.html' title=''/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-3090909271224001490</id><published>2009-04-16T15:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T15:49:53.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had a Dream the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I was walking through mist, There was nothing to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;My body felt numb.&lt;br /&gt;Almost lifeless.&lt;br /&gt;The air was thick and I heard a faint sound ahead, as well as a blue tint of a shadow before me.&lt;br /&gt;As I proceeded closer to the sound.&lt;br /&gt;The shadow came clear.&lt;br /&gt;Two huge beautiful blue elephants were standing there facing each other  lifting their trunks in unison, as If they could touch the sky, I continued toward them and I began to climb.&lt;br /&gt;Huge black stairs were beneath my feet now as I ventured up them under the elephants trunks and continued until I saw a door a cellar door, I opened it and peeked inside and on the other side was a room.&lt;br /&gt;I pulled myself up from the cellar and into the room I had arrived.&lt;br /&gt;The room was dark with faint glows of blue and small spiraling rainbows and the sound of a heavy base coming from above.&lt;br /&gt;I searched the room for an exit but It was to dark to see anything other then the small glows.&lt;br /&gt;I stood there a moment puzzled as to what my next action would be.&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was about to step forward and proceed the ceiling fell in and a bright light shine down on my face, I attempted to gaze into the light but it was far to bright.&lt;br /&gt;I reached my hand up and another one came down, grasping mine firmly and pulling me up to the light.&lt;br /&gt;When I opened my eyes again I was in the same place as I was before at the beginning of my dream, but the air was much cleaner now and from far away I would clearly see the elephants whom are now turned away from each other looking not quite as majestic as they once were.&lt;br /&gt;I again took a step toward the elephants and I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up from that dream and felt really....I don't quite know how to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost as if I was alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat up in my bed and tears flowed from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I couldn't feel them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no Idea what any of that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason my sub conscious found it to be upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my mind sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Still..I wish I knew what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-3090909271224001490?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/3090909271224001490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/04/elephant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/3090909271224001490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/3090909271224001490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/04/elephant.html' title='Elephant'/><author><name>Parenthesisx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15533739758276026270</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-LPxa4WwhGo/SaeOR3CERLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/4r8CUDxT2NU/S220/She_by_ParenthesisX.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-662623387549602026.post-303022974885852777</id><published>2009-04-14T17:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:52:34.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my turtle</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hsjNMwJlv3A&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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okay.&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't have any money and the bit I did have, I lost.&lt;br /&gt;So I call Phil and he was my super hero and got me 25 and I just needed 10 more so Katrina said she would pay the rest &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;So I finally got the money to go and Whitney goes with us all last minute as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to Phil's and Cory is playing with his daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Jesus I love Cory.&lt;br /&gt;That man amazes me more every time i see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I chill with them for a minute, but I'm already running hella late.&lt;br /&gt;the concert starts at 6 and we ended up making it there at like 7 ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we go in there's a shit ton of people.&lt;br /&gt;nobody was dancing people sucked.&lt;br /&gt;So we ended up getting squished by a super lame lesbian and she proceeded to tell us that we had missed cobra starship.&lt;br /&gt;That for some reason they played first.&lt;br /&gt;The look on Katrina's face was so heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;I only went so she would be happy, and so she would have someone to share the excitement with, but no, no because of me we were late.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so terrible like the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO we went outside and sat and talked and tried to make a quick optimistic recover.&lt;br /&gt;Since we did not really care for fall out boy we were like....well gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty lame, but we got over it and just hung out at the concert and Karina did a Garniei commercial.&lt;br /&gt;It was fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked on the flats and danced around on the grass, I think I saw cancer patient.&lt;br /&gt;I had an over all really good time in spite of the whole we missed the reason for coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Katrina met Gabe from cobra starship that was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;At least she got to do that &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stuck around for the fall out boy portion and they had cool lights and this like firing squad guys on either side of the stage and they spouted a bunch of anti war shit and the government is evil stuff now this all would have been really interesting had it not be stuff I spout out to random people on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!!&lt;br /&gt;AND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guitarist is such a C**t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the 2 other band members go get their bottled water drink behind them sitting on the amps right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh no not this asshole.&lt;br /&gt;He fucking snaps his fingers and a black man comes out with a towel on his hand and sparkling water and hands the dude a cup and pours the water in, the man proceeds to take a drink from the glass then drop it on the floor, the black guy got down and cleaned it up and ran off stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like O______O!!&lt;br /&gt;what a vagina!!!&lt;br /&gt;I laughed so freaking hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that was no for the sake of the intent of the concert then wow that guy really is as big of a cock as everyone says!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway Whitney went out on the flats n listened to thanx for the memories.&lt;br /&gt;when we came back we sat on the grass and a guy very heavily drugged on extasy came over and laid next to me and chilled with us he was smoking a cigarette and kept flinging his arms around, he almost burned Kaitlyn and I lolled, then he almost burned Katrina and I was going to pound his face in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway then the concert was over and went back to Katie's and hung out and had soda and talked.&lt;br /&gt;It turned out to be pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-7397523742867208163?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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have this color until this change phase passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I will revert to Blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see how long I can change shall we..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-1367745264481424374?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/feeds/1367745264481424374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://parenthesisx.blogspot.com/2009/04/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/662623387549602026/posts/default/1367745264481424374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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photo of a girl named Ali.&lt;br /&gt;Not my favorite cookie I met, but I guess that's how things go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few more from that series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/Turn-It-Up.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I finished one of my favorite photographs of whitney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y204/MR_PAC_MAN/awesome-photo-of-whitney.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also cropped it and posted it on my myspace page in a little logo with her eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/662623387549602026-3620466080995916182?l=parenthesisx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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