<?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-6191229</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:01:49.364-10:00</updated><title type='text'>My Anger Management</title><subtitle type='html'>Fuck the smart, the wise, the royalty.  Fuck the innocent, the sweet, the kind, the humble.  Let the corrupt and honest bastards like me rule.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-110722173392043184</id><published>2005-01-31T15:30:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T15:35:33.920-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well....I guess it is time to enter something into this page.  At least this will keep Zac happy since I update.  If I had the fucking internet at my job, this would be so easy to maintain.  So whats new with me?  Not much, I'm still fat....I still drink.....I still smoke.  Fat Tuesday's is next week which means I am getting royally fucked up, and I hope those pricks don't schedule me, because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/110722173392043184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/110722173392043184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110722173392043184' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-109926771065006967</id><published>2004-10-31T14:07:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T14:10:13.010-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two Updates in a Day?Ok here we go again, just a few things I wanted to post.Wanna hear how democratic the city of Milwaukee is, and I mean the city, not those fucknutswho live in the suburbs? The Republican party created a list of 37,000 people in milwaukee whothey think city officials should require to bring in different forms of ID because they are afraidof fraud, and if they city </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/109926771065006967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/109926771065006967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109926771065006967' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-109926545423085589</id><published>2004-10-31T13:25:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T13:30:54.230-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate Hagenbauch.....Pt. 2I dont care how the hell you spell your fucking name cause you arent worth my time to look and see if I spelled it correctly, so fuck off.  Ok, not continuing on.  So where to start?  Halloween....I decided to be evil and scare some old people by dressing up as death and visiting em at the old folks home....got in trouble with the cops, but i was just told to go home.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/109926545423085589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/109926545423085589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109926545423085589' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-109786393881884468</id><published>2004-10-15T08:00:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T08:12:18.816-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate Hagenbauch.So yeah, I hate Hagenbauch...he can kiss my big white ass for all I care.  He has to be one of the most useless individuals I know...and I know Bade and Phil.  His ass told me I should update since I had over 3000 hits, and I guess I could oblige with that.  Nothing new, Its interesting that im in a bigger place then ripon, I go out....but I have absolutely nothing to say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/109786393881884468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/109786393881884468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109786393881884468' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-109236429713005954</id><published>2004-08-12T16:25:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T16:31:37.130-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is it?  Can It be, why yes, its a posting be me.Ok so here goes, no postings for a while cause my internet sucks at home and to get to where i can post takes along a few minutes to load, and by that time I lose all interest telling anyone who actually comes here about my day.  This summer is almost as bad as last.  Cept I have food and new friends.  About it for hows it going.  Other than that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/109236429713005954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/109236429713005954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109236429713005954' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-108542899861554358</id><published>2004-05-24T10:01:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T10:03:18.616-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not much going on, just leaving a few things.Email me at bvcandyman@yahoo.comIf you want my number and shit email me and Ill email you back.  For those who actually read this, I think I wont be back at ripon next year, I need to stay close to home for a bit.Write more later</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/108542899861554358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/108542899861554358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108542899861554358' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-108413498295038465</id><published>2004-05-09T10:36:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T10:40:53.793-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmph.Ahhh, so Zac wanted me to update, so I can oblige.  I dont even know where to start.  Oh yeah, the Cubs can kiss my ass.  Well let us start with.....classes.  Those suck.   Ok, moving on.  Finals, took my King Arthur final....fucking A, what a waste.  Moving right on.  Oh, by the time people read this, I should be up at 3000 hits....amazing that people still look at this.  And for those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/108413498295038465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/108413498295038465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108413498295038465' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-108263458008917964</id><published>2004-04-22T01:49:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T10:28:40.153-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is what I sayI say fuck it.  People are dumb.  People can be really suprisingly scarry as well.  Check out Zac's and Luke's blog (Armenian and His Sisters Are Hot links on the side respectively).  I think these are two of the people who are still interested in my blog.  I actually know of one other person who reads it...and thank you Katie.  Speaking of that.  How do I feel about those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/108263458008917964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/108263458008917964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108263458008917964' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-108216862877648834</id><published>2004-04-16T16:23:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T01:49:36.153-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shameless advertisement #2By the way folks, please make sure to check out Zac's blog.  Us blog writers do not feel like writing unless we get hits and we get comments.  So keep up the visits and comments so we feel like we need to write more.  Without you, we are nothing.  So please help us help you with our infinite wisdom.  Zac's link can be found on the side of my page under links named the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/108216862877648834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/108216862877648834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108216862877648834' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-108215400105708327</id><published>2004-04-16T12:20:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T16:25:39.153-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I cant think of a title.So lets see.  Let us start with wed night.  So I am sitting outside, drinking with a few people, no one tells me that the RA on duty is right next to us, someone asked what I am drinking I say vodka and pick it up to show them.  So the RA sees this, takes my bottle of vodka, and dumbs it out.  I will pee on his door yet.  Then I go to the bars...drink a lil, come back, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/108215400105708327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/108215400105708327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108215400105708327' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-108180835576806210</id><published>2004-04-12T12:19:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T12:09:52.530-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Letting you know.Hey guys, I am letting you know that my old screenname is pretty much gone.  If you want to get a hold of me, my new screenname is Riponhorseshoe.Ill post about stuff later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/108180835576806210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/108180835576806210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108180835576806210' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-108141456365467077</id><published>2004-04-07T22:56:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T12:22:17.983-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How many times?How many times can it fucking happen?  Yes I know we are in college, and random hook ups are ok.  But what I can not understand are those people who hear stories about other people, which happen to be true, yet do not tend to believe them so make their own stupid mistakes and then bitch about them.  You guys are fucking dumb.  You are the reason I no longer like to leave me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/108141456365467077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/108141456365467077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108141456365467077' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-108137704238229913</id><published>2004-04-07T12:30:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T22:41:32.186-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UselessSo I really dont know what to type about right now.  So I will start with what I am doing.  I am sitting in my room with Ed, who just mixed me a drink.  Of Apple Juice and Rum.  Smells like church wine...kind of tastes like it too.  Ok, I know people are reading my blog...leave a comment, thats what makes me write more when I think people are actually looking at this.   Ummm...Class A's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/108137704238229913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/108137704238229913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108137704238229913' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-108120130365872862</id><published>2004-04-05T11:41:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T12:29:45.936-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Make the old folks happy.So in order to make two of the old folks I know happy, I decided to post.  First, for any of you who know Luke Williams, make sure you stop by his silly Canadian blog since he finally updated it and will continue to do so.  If he does not, I will shove my foot up his punk talking ass and tell Gabor to go after one of his sisters.  You can find his link on the side of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/108120130365872862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/108120130365872862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108120130365872862' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-108097880937798066</id><published>2004-04-02T21:53:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T11:32:36.466-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WeekendHelp weekend....fun....being sick....bad.....realizing I need surgery....not fun.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/108097880937798066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/108097880937798066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108097880937798066' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-108046960994432619</id><published>2004-03-28T00:26:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T21:55:14.733-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SoSo yesterday, we are sitting in Tims room, and we were talking.  We were watching the history channel and then we heard about some the primitive Neanderthal's.  So Gabor says, "Hey Tim, at the time Neanderthals' were the smartest Simians of the time."  So Tim says, "What does that make them now?"  Gabor responds, "Dead".   It was one of those gotta be there comments.  So now there are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/108046960994432619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/108046960994432619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108046960994432619' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-108007871343191791</id><published>2004-03-23T11:51:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T00:25:46.076-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is it?Is it?  Can it be?  Why yes, it finally is a posting.  Only been like a month.  Ok so where to pick up kind of where I left off.  Ummm....Lock-up.  that was an interesting time.  I did not lock up with anyone, so I sat in Nick's room with Bade and Nick's girlfriend Stacy.  So it is Bade, Stacy and I sitting there drinking, taking jello shots, when all of a sudden the door bursts open, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/108007871343191791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/108007871343191791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108007871343191791' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107751374076429305</id><published>2004-02-22T19:22:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T11:41:39.373-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well Then.Ok, where to start, have not posted one in a while.  I am not even going to mention the stupid shit from this weekend.  Ok, so a while back was Joe's 21st bday.  So we take him out to buy him a few, and the fun begins.  So Joe of course is drinking his girly drinks and we decide, hey, you know what, lets take him to the MOM, because it will be fun.  So he is sitting there with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107751374076429305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107751374076429305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107751374076429305' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107684887153255312</id><published>2004-02-15T02:41:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T19:12:43.983-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Charity?So Janet Jackson has made her first public appearance since the Super Bowl incident.  She was recognized for an award for her humanitarian and charitable contributions.  She has had a lot of contributions lately, especially to all of the underagers who got to see her breast during halftime, I am sure that image will remain forever in those demented mind's, especially Ziad Kahns.  She </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107684887153255312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107684887153255312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107684887153255312' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107658101088560705</id><published>2004-02-12T00:16:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T02:09:06.420-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IfWhy I hate the French, check out Zac's blog.Hehe, Cady has not one but two French bastards as roommates.Till Next.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107658101088560705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107658101088560705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107658101088560705' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107648569717958787</id><published>2004-02-10T21:48:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T00:14:32.903-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Comments.These are my comments, this is my blog.  If you do not like what I say, the solution to this is pretty simple.  Do not read it.  Also do not send me IM's telling me shit.  Its annoying.  Everyone on this campus talks shit.  Everyone.  You find me one person in a greek organization that has never said anything bad or anyone who has not poked fun at one organization.  *I* never said </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107648569717958787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107648569717958787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107648569717958787' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107626651110219475</id><published>2004-02-08T08:55:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T21:42:14.606-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Drinking?So let me start out by saying, yes I do talk about drinking a lot.  But you have to understand that nothing really goes on in the bubble we love and call Ripon.  The weekends is the time, and wednesday, when people get dumb.  Other than those times, I sit in my room usually or go to class.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107626651110219475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107626651110219475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107626651110219475' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107623199761006886</id><published>2004-02-07T23:19:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T21:40:25.733-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zac's first.So this is Scott, and Zac decided that since he reads blogs all the time, that he would like to do one, but he is too lazy to start his own.  So this is Zac's new random blog, so anytime he would like to say anything, this is where he will say it.  From Zac:I am sitting in Scotts room and I am mad as fuck.  Besides the constant petty bullshit that goes on between fraternities and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107623199761006886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107623199761006886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107623199761006886' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107622892614725368</id><published>2004-02-07T22:28:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T13:23:49.186-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A While.So let me first start off by saying that I am writing this when I am drunk.  So I am sitting here with Janelle right now, and she wants to know what is wrong with me.  Really nothing special except that people can be incredibly stupid at times, thank god its not people that hang out with me.  Like Janelle.  So I guess Sigma fucked with one of our pledges tonight, and everyone wants to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107622892614725368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107622892614725368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107622892614725368' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107548570597239434</id><published>2004-01-30T08:01:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T00:23:07.246-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok then.So here we go again.  The weekend approaches, I dare not say it is already here, for that would bring tons of bad shit down upon my head.  So I found out that Bade really is a total loser.  Not only does he commute to Ripon every weekend but now he commutes his computer as well because he bought a...So this entry was mixed up with someone elses.  So From here on out, I forgot what I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107548570597239434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107548570597239434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107548570597239434' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107519195455979938</id><published>2004-01-26T22:25:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T08:55:53.560-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday.Ok, So it is monday, we pretty much have a full house right now for Theta.  So let me tell you more when I am more osber.  Till Next.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107519195455979938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107519195455979938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107519195455979938' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107462266907761790</id><published>2004-01-20T08:17:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T22:25:06.686-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome Back to the Bubble.So, it is once time again to enter the town known as Ripon, a.k.a The Bubble.  I dropped 1,250 dollars on friday for tuition and I still owe more...awesome.  Registration was yesterday and let me tell you, I think I am going to hate this semester.  I have one class I want then I have two art classes, a music class and life in a small town.   Gabor is back...so that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107462266907761790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107462266907761790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107462266907761790' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107334931300635887</id><published>2004-01-05T14:35:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T14:35:31.980-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eh...Ok, have not updated for a while, been busy visiting people and shit.  So when I was returning the movie the other day, and I was happy to have to stop for about twenty minutes for a train to go by.  No, I really mean it, I was happy.  The reasoning is because a train is like a moving art gallery, if you do not get that, do not ask.  Anyways, returned the movie, Gangs of New York, which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107334931300635887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107334931300635887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107334931300635887' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107257304647023032</id><published>2003-12-27T14:57:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T14:28:34.406-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow for Martini's.So last night, Dante, Luke Williams and I decided to get together and drink a little.  And that we did.  We went to Pick N' Slave to buy some beer, so I decided a 12 pack of beer would be good enough until we hit water street.  So I pick up my 12 pack of bottles, the handle breaks, the beers shatter....I had a tear in my eye.  Thank God I did not buy it yet.  So we then walk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107257304647023032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107257304647023032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107257304647023032' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107238978566260636</id><published>2003-12-25T12:03:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T14:47:21.190-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Merry Christmas??So it is Christmas day.  Merry Christmas everyone.  I woke up today with a glitter in my eye contemplating all of the fun gifts santa would have brought me, but alas, my house is empty.  No parents, no sister, not even Santa was around.  I say to myself, "Hey, this is not the night before Christmas, something should be stirring", that is when I saw that mouse....which my cat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107238978566260636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107238978566260636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107238978566260636' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107221313007157470</id><published>2003-12-23T10:58:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T11:57:12.173-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello From Hell.Ok, so let me tell you what sucks...The job I had lined up screwed me over...so as to date I have only worked one fucking day.  One.  Don't get me wrong, it was an easy ass job...Think I actually only worked for about an hour and a half out of seven hours because of my past job experience they decided to let me skip all of the dirty shit they save for new people.  However, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107221313007157470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107221313007157470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107221313007157470' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107186958667802222</id><published>2003-12-19T11:33:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T10:48:14.580-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Home.So yes, I am home now, came back yesterday.  And of course I forget phone numbers and people's information up at school.  Then the drive home sucked...mostly because I drank too much the night before...so my stomach hated me, and my car started to scare the shit out of me....and I almost got in an accident because I guess I was in someones blind spot and they just pulled right over....go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107186958667802222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107186958667802222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107186958667802222' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107174482005425471</id><published>2003-12-18T00:53:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T00:53:54.706-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Zac</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107174482005425471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107174482005425471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107174482005425471' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107165268795948279</id><published>2003-12-16T23:18:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T23:58:23.280-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YupAbout that time...yes, I am drunk right now.  It is only 3am and I am the only one up still drinking...pussies.  So my finals and papers are done, and I walked to the gas station tonight with one of the coolest people ever tonight.  You know what is sad, I am listening to country right now, and I know the fucking song.  I hate myself.  So something I really can not stand:People who can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107165268795948279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107165268795948279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107165268795948279' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107152540296127677</id><published>2003-12-15T11:56:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T23:11:21.453-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmmm....So I am in Andrea's room right now, and she decided for me that I should write about who I will miss over break.  I guess I can oblige.  Andrea I will miss because of the fact that she messages me more than anyone else probably right now, and she gives me cigs, so of course I love her.  Sally because....eh, Ill think of a reason later...oh, I know, because she is the only one who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107152540296127677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107152540296127677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107152540296127677' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-10714889704060806</id><published>2003-12-15T01:49:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T11:52:37.970-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Hate Finals!Hmmm....seems like people are visiting here, sorry I have not wrote anything interesting really, but it was finals, what should I talk about...oh yeah, I hate school at times like this.  And since people seem to be visiting here, how about dropping comments about stuff.  Well, back to finishing up a paper, then sleep, then getting up in a few hours to do my other paper....then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/10714889704060806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/10714889704060806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#10714889704060806' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107140890643204519</id><published>2003-12-14T03:35:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T12:11:09.593-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DrunkfestYeah, it was saturday, removed the original posting....cause I was drunk.Other than that, got shit to do,Till next.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107140890643204519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107140890643204519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107140890643204519' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107137939130028621</id><published>2003-12-13T19:23:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T19:23:24.430-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> HopeSo here I sit in my room, with a few people.  However, it is always good to know that there is always someone who smokes, drinks, and is lazier than me....all in one person.  So let me thank that person Publicly.  Thank you David Bade.  You are the kind of person who will let me think that my life is not all that bad compared to yours.  Other than that, nothing for now besides dumb </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107137939130028621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107137939130028621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107137939130028621' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107136245702505123</id><published>2003-12-13T14:40:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T08:10:44.170-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Righteous and IdiocySo last night was interesting. Tim and I started out playing beer darts for a bit, while he continously bitched about how it sucked, then kicked my ass.   Then I walked around for a bit, went into Max's room, and lo and behold, Tim was playing caps...so I got on his team, and tried to play, but I only made like 6 shots.  Then the people came over, chilled out, went to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107136245702505123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107136245702505123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107136245702505123' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107128211332034910</id><published>2003-12-12T16:21:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T16:22:06.190-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VisitsSo yeah, some alumni visited tonight for a tad.  Glad I do not feel like the oldest person.  However, I was the only person who asked if they wanted a beer, which I was kind of sad about.  Ok guys, no matter what, if an alumni visits, even if it is your last beer, you offer it to them, no matter if you like them or not.  An alumni standing around with nothing better to do, is not a good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107128211332034910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107128211332034910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107128211332034910' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107127995696516799</id><published>2003-12-12T15:45:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T15:47:16.686-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "Nice One Brother!"So let me first start by saying thank you  Luke Williams because:A) You helped me do most of this coding shit offhand.B) You give me cigarettes, thank you for letting me die quicker.C) We had fun over the summer, breaking into buildings.D) You stole the fire extinguisher.E) We both think Tim can be an insane asshole at times.F) I love your gene pool...If people do not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107127995696516799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107127995696516799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107127995696516799' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107127150527646040</id><published>2003-12-12T13:25:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T15:40:06.973-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Did Not Know People Could Get DumberSo yeah, let me get this fucking straight since some people seem to be confused.  I was not talking shit despite what some people may think of the Pearl Harbor party.  My grandpa served at Pearl, and lost his brother there.  Not until I told him about it, and he explained stuff that I realized that the name should just be change.  The NAME!  I love people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107127150527646040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107127150527646040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107127150527646040' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107119066342381171</id><published>2003-12-11T14:57:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T15:38:51.053-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> People are dumbWell, I am in the library right now...sitting next to Katie Plier, and we were talking and the Phi Delt Christmas party was brought up.  See, now in my last entry I bitched about another fraternity's party, but I do not hate them all.  I like Phi Delts Christmas party, there is nothing wrong with it at all.  Yeah, there may be guys who may say something to me or whatever, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107119066342381171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107119066342381171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107119066342381171' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6191229.post-107109788361774668</id><published>2003-12-10T13:11:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T15:37:46.193-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The BeginningHello Kids, I decided to get back into this with a new blog, instead of my old one.  First off let me get to a point, I am not writing a paper, so there will be mispellings, grammar errors, and whatever else you may think.  I do not feel the need to use big words, because half of my friends could not understand them probably anyways.  The reason I am not using my old blog, is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107109788361774668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6191229/posts/default/107109788361774668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angermngmt.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107109788361774668' title=''/><author><name>Horseshoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09020069936637022925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
