<?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-6582820</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:30:01.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The life of Ben.</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a plain ol' blog about my life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-111838470397640983</id><published>2005-06-10T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T16:28:45.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SORRY ITS BEEN SO LONG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i actuall moved my blog... here: &lt;a href="http://goldkear.spaces.msn.com/"&gt;MSN spaces; Feel good Inc.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmkay... well i have more of the cool quizy things here... since i can't put them on my MSN blog... so yea you can read these here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="'http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=" method="'POST'"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'2'" align="'center'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;Create A My Little Pony Persona by hollyann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Your Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#00ddaa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;input style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffa0" type="'text'" size="'20'" value="'Ben'" name="'Your"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Your First Pony Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#00ddaa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Apple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Your Second Pony Name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#00ddaa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Heaven &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Your Pony Species&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#00ddaa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;So-Soft Pony &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Your Body Colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#00ddaa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Your Hair Colour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#00ddaa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Hot Pink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="'center'" colspan="2"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="'submit'" value="'Fill"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="'center'" colspan="2"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;input type="'hidden'" value="'hollyann'" name="'un'"&gt;&lt;input type="'hidden'" value="'1065320785'" name="'meme'"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="'http://memegen.net/viewmeme.pl?meme=" method="'POST'"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'2'" align="'center'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th colspan="2"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;Whos Your Celeb Sex Slave? by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;angelsurfer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#00ddaa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="'text'" size="'20'" value="'Ben'" name="'Name?'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Age?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#00ddaa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="'text'" size="'20'" value="'18'" name="'Age?'"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Color Eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#00ddaa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;input type="'text'" size="'20'" value="'Green'" name="'Color"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Your Celeb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#00ddaa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Johnny Depp... 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Weee!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="'center'" bg colspan="2" style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;input type="'submit'" value="'Fill"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="'center'" bgcolor="#000000" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dddd88;"&gt;Quiz created with MemeGen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;input type="'hidden'" value="'radioface'" name="'un'"&gt;&lt;input type="'hidden'" value="'1074624728'" name="'meme'"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/699181/283505" bgcolor="#DDDDAA"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-111838470397640983?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/111838470397640983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=111838470397640983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/111838470397640983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/111838470397640983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2005/06/sorry-its-been-so-long-but-i-actuall.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-111342713327552559</id><published>2005-04-13T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T16:18:53.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interesting to report. today was the matinee for the foreigner. horray. I did christine's hair. it looked bad for a while then i fixed it.... well she fixed it then i made it pretty by finishing what i planed on doing.&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-111342713327552559?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/111342713327552559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=111342713327552559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/111342713327552559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/111342713327552559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2005/04/nothing-interesting-to-report.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-111309777729979280</id><published>2005-04-09T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T20:49:37.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;IT WAS HORRIBLE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my 'date' with thomas today. it was awful. he brought his freind libia, which im so gladd he told me of in advance, so i brought kim with me. Durring the entire dinner, kim and i talked, and he and libia talked, with a few conversations between the groups. I payed, partly using kim's money, but im going to pay her back anyway. Im now sort of depressed about it, but oh well. g'night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-111309777729979280?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/111309777729979280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=111309777729979280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/111309777729979280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/111309777729979280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2005/04/it-was-horrible-i-had-my-date-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-111292100955788635</id><published>2005-04-07T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T19:43:29.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;terrible news&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so first the good news. i talked to thomas today for like a half hour and he totally seemed interested. im getting very excited for saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad news time, on saturday my parents are trying to drag me to williston, i MUST find away out of this so i can go on my little date-like-thing with thomas..... damnit, someone give me ideas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-111292100955788635?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/111292100955788635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=111292100955788635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/111292100955788635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/111292100955788635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2005/04/terrible-news-ok-so-first-good-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-111259159869086946</id><published>2005-04-03T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T00:13:18.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;R-E-G-R-E-T find out what it means to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you often regret more what you do not than what you do."&lt;br /&gt;my life phylosophy. but i often stray away from it. Let me tell you the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It starts on thursday at drama festival. I see the man of my dreams. the hottest guy on the planet, or at least the hottest one i have seen, ever, no fucking joke. hottest guy ever. anyway, i see him periodicly with the individual events. whatever, he is another hot guy.... i kinda get a crush on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later on, we had workshops. when i got to mine i saw him there, which was neet because we both chose the same one, so i sat next to him. I didn't say a word, the extent of our conversation was when we were leaving he pushed some chairs to get through and accadently tripped me and said 'did i do that?' so i said 'yea' and he said 'sorry' so i said ' thats ok.' I just sat there the entire hour watching him out of the corner of my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, we are watching the one acts. i sat infront of him trying to find and oprotunity to talk to him, but i never really got one. After lunch his school did their play. he had a small part, but when he came on i gripped mike and pat with all my strenth.... i needed to brace myself for his hotness.... and the girl that was sitting next to pat apparently knew him.   She told him his name is william, he is a football player... and strait (and the ho got to make out with him... lucky bitch) normaly finding out someone who may have been gay is striaght makes my crush begin to fade and it is gone the next day. not this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after their play was over, i never saw him or any of the kids from his school that i remeberd seeing him talk to, but there was apparently some still there.... i dunno it was strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today (sunday) i woke up and imediatly thought about him. then the regret sat it.... the opprotunities i could have talked to him but didn't. just being freinds with the hottest man on earth would be good enough for me.  I wished so hard i could go back to that lame stage combat workshop and strike up a conversation. the problem now is it is way too late. i can't find him just to talk to him (though that doesn't mean i won't if i don't happen to get the chance) I was so depressed all day about my regrets, and i still sortof am.....  *sigh*   so that is my story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, im going to buy a tracfone today.... so i can finally have a cell. woot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-111259159869086946?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/111259159869086946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=111259159869086946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/111259159869086946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/111259159869086946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2005/04/r-e-g-r-e-t-find-out-what-it-means-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-111248796819626169</id><published>2005-04-02T18:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T18:26:08.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HI!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't updated in a while, but i really don't have much to say. Yesterday and the day before there was this drama festival, it was super fun. I got to see Mike and Pat for the first time in ages. I met some guy named Thomas there, and he is awsome. I have been doing a bit of a vido diary latley too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-111248796819626169?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/111248796819626169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=111248796819626169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/111248796819626169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/111248796819626169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2005/04/hi-i-know-i-havent-updated-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-110652289356665484</id><published>2005-01-23T17:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T17:28:13.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ryan Boy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gay kid from ryan has finally came to my school. his name is patrick. i really don't know much more than that. he is cute, and aisian.... not that i particularly like asians (latin boys are so much hotter) but he is cute so yea, thats about it. i begin my campaign tommorow. I think i will also help ashley get eric. eric is so frikken hot.... oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-110652289356665484?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/110652289356665484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=110652289356665484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/110652289356665484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/110652289356665484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2005/01/ryan-boy-gay-kid-from-ryan-has-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-110593714619590345</id><published>2005-01-16T22:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T22:45:46.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/webhp?sourceid=navclient&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;rls=GGLC,GGLC:1969-53,GGLC:en"&gt;Google&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that link sure is neet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im updating out of a feeling of obligation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially going to NDSU, but now im in architecture instead of interior design. i figure architecture could make me more marketable, but now my parents refuse to acnollage the fact that i want to be a designer, so now i have dug myself a hole.... grand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-110593714619590345?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/110593714619590345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=110593714619590345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/110593714619590345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/110593714619590345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2005/01/google-that-link-sure-is-neet.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-109582765226480879</id><published>2004-09-21T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T23:34:12.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JESUS CHRIIST!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so today i got spam in my inbox, as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;From: Eli Evangelist &lt;seminole10003@yahoo.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Tue, 21 Sep 2004 07:53:32 -0700 (PDT)&lt;br /&gt;Subject: &lt;strong&gt;Jesus Chriist offers eternal life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: prayl001@bama.ua.edu, goldkear@gmail.com,                  suthernbabe1276@aol.com, whereistherepect@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.greatcom.org/laws/english/ &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Any questions, feel free to e-mail me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Do you Yahoo!?&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo! Mail - 50x more storage than other providers! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wrote him a reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;WOW! THIS IS SIMPLY INCREDIBLE! I can feel Jesus Chriist coursing through my veins! PLEASE JESUS CHRIIST, COURSE RIGHT INTO MY HEART! HORRAY! I thank you for sending this e-mail to me, as i was having troubles with my Self directed life, and now that Jesus Chriist is on my throne i feel whole again. I only felt like about 3/4ths before. The pictures were very helpful to understand this, because before Jesus Chriist entered my life, I could not read the glowy letters... they were so bright it hurt my evil sinful man eyes. Thank you so much, I was struggling with homosexuality, but now i am all better! Jesus Chriist cured me of gayitis! HORRAY!!!111!!!1!!!!1!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe... if it develops i will keep you posted... i think next time i will coment on how bad i really like "Jesus Chriist" ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-109582765226480879?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/109582765226480879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=109582765226480879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/109582765226480879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/109582765226480879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/09/jesus-chriist-ok-so-today-i-got-spam.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-109539701949037869</id><published>2004-09-16T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T23:56:59.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;*sings* another man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... so here's how the story goes... this girl named meghan tells kim about this guy named zach... kim has been trying to find me a boyfreind for a while... and she tells me about him... i talk to him briefly and i decide i really like him... well the next day, i talk to him and for some reason or another i don't like him anymore, only as a freind. This is a good thing, as he was not interested in a relationship and neither kim nor meghan talked to him about it before hand... so yea.... i kinda flirt sometimes... but its really just for the helluvit... yea.. im a gemini, sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea... thats pretty much whats been up the last several days... i was going to kinda keep it a secret between kim, meghan and I, but i felt the need to make a blog post, so i did. be happy kiddies... for your deaths will come soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;wow... that was way not me to say... oh well, i said it! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   -lub ya!-&lt;br /&gt;                                                       Ben-jamin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-109539701949037869?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/109539701949037869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=109539701949037869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/109539701949037869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/109539701949037869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/09/sings-another-man-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-109496035034400312</id><published>2004-09-11T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T22:39:10.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;More fucking dad problems&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, first sorry about not posting in a while... i'm getting really lazy with this thing, but i will try and do it more now that im at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now a couple weeks ago my mom went to california for a business trip, so my dad had to do the laundry. now i don't notice this till a few days ago, but my boyscout shirt that i wore is gone. i loved that shirt, it was just a tan boyscout shirt with no patches except the 'boyscouts of america' and the flag (i couldn't get the thing off).... anywho i go to ask him and he threw it awa "becuase" ass... we all know what "because" means... "BECAUSE I HATE FAGS LIKE YOU"    what a wanker.... now just for the record here is a list of things of mine he as gotten rid of, in order:&lt;br /&gt;1. flare pants from vanity - $20&lt;br /&gt;2. (some time later) 2 genre magazines - $10   (i retrieved these)&lt;br /&gt;3. 3 genre magazines (yea, after i bought a new one) - $15 (retreived again)&lt;br /&gt;4.  a "tough guys wear pink" sticker - about $2&lt;br /&gt;5. boy scout shirt - (this is a guess) $30&lt;br /&gt;                                    total: $77&lt;br /&gt;so yea, as far as he knows he has thrown away ALOT of money.... of course you could suptract about 25 dollars coz i still have the 'zines, but he doesn't know that..... what a wanker&lt;br /&gt;come to think of it... i don't know where my pride braclet is... i bet i just forgot where, but if he threw that toooo... i swear last fuckin straw.... in fact if he so much as says the word 'gay' im ganna freak out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... on to more plesant things... these girls at work were talking about me... i hope they weren't talking about my horrible complexion....   *paranoid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, im done for now... maybe more later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-109496035034400312?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/109496035034400312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=109496035034400312' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/109496035034400312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/109496035034400312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/09/more-fucking-dad-problems-ok-first.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-109400170390012260</id><published>2004-08-31T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T20:21:43.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WOOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday my dad called me and said he bought the car we were looking at... i really didn't want it because it is manual... and i can't drive manual... whatever... it is a grey honda civic, and today we officially paid for it and got the keys and what not... i will have pics tommorow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today at school the junior girl in my art class was still looking at me... must be cuz im so damn sexy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then durring 7th hour, i went to the library to wait for the cinderella meeting... i was looking at the fiction books and some random black girl started talking to me... she was weird and kindof annoying.... i hope she doesn't bother me in the halls, because i don't really want a colin creevy of my own (harry potter)... because i have a feeling she will be like that... whatever, im good at avoiding people if i must...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so horray for an interesting post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-109400170390012260?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/109400170390012260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=109400170390012260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/109400170390012260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/109400170390012260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/08/wooo-yesterday-my-dad-called-me-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-109390301650430602</id><published>2004-08-30T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T16:56:56.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;first day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was kinda sucky. i have a feeling this year is going to be worse than last year. all of my friends who were seniors are gone, and i don't have freinds in the classes that i need freinds in (gym, art, etc.) but i do have them in the classes i would be better without since i need to concentrate. oy vey. anyways... phonse is taking away the pit for the most part, so that will suck as well. i dunno... i guess i can survive, but still its not going to be as fun as alot of people say.... i am more determined to do well, but im sure that plan will fall flat in about a week... oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about jeff now&lt;br /&gt;this whole long distance relationship... not fun... the problem is that im pretty sure i love him, and i KNOW he loves me... i don't want to break up with him, but what am i supposed to do? the whole talking online isn't very sufficent... so i just don't know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-109390301650430602?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/109390301650430602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=109390301650430602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/109390301650430602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/109390301650430602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/08/first-day-it-was-kinda-sucky.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-109344416212156477</id><published>2004-08-25T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T09:29:22.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;update, woo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is more of a guilty 'i haven't updated in forever' post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho... i um... haven't been doing much. we are finally closing the pool, but i guess since we are doing it early, he is going to have us do the closing cleany things... like waxing the slide im pretty shure im suposed to be there now, but im playing the 'i forgot' card...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing else really to say... so im leaving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-109344416212156477?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/109344416212156477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=109344416212156477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/109344416212156477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/109344416212156477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/08/update-woo-this-is-more-of-guilty-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-109288350455596544</id><published>2004-08-18T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T21:45:04.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;horrayness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, that title was just for the sake of having one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im watching the olympics.... fun stuff&lt;br /&gt;im also addicted to .hack (thats dot hack, not just hack) i love everything, the game, the anime... its all cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for my school schedule:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st semester            2nd semester&lt;br /&gt;spanish 4                 spanish 4&lt;br /&gt;mixed media             dance (monday, thursday)&lt;br /&gt;pre calc                   pre calc&lt;br /&gt;orchestra                 orchestra &lt;br /&gt;ecology                   theatre arts&lt;br /&gt;creative writing         fitness for living (wendsday, friday)&lt;br /&gt;off hour!                  comparative anatomy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-109288350455596544?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/109288350455596544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-109279905785130482</id><published>2004-08-17T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T22:17:37.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Long time no see...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i have my reasons... actually only one. My dad randomly decided i have been spending too much time on the internet latley so he took away the network card and hid it. what a loser.... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway Jeff left this morning.... he came on thursday. we really only went on one "date" unless you count when we went to belisimos.... but that wasn't very date like... we talked alot... im not longer a virgin to kissing.. hehe..... it was good and im sad he is gone, but i know i will still be able to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, school fast approaches (EEEK!)... although it does mean i get to go shopping :) ok, thats all i can think of to say, now im off reading some blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-109279905785130482?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/109279905785130482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=109279905785130482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/109279905785130482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/109279905785130482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/08/long-time-no-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-109151276495720907</id><published>2004-08-03T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T00:59:24.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;odd day...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea so today alot of stuff happend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get up, all that jazz and as im leaving i put on my sachel, and it is mysteriously lighter... i look inside to find, GASP, my dad threw away my Genre(s) (its a gay mag)  away... again. a little back story, i bought them down in florida, 2 of them, and then i got another here in minot (i was shocked to even find it) and now i have a subscription.  anyways, one day i leave them sitting out after reading them and my dad throws them away. the next monday at about 2 am i'm sneaking out of the house to seach the garbage out front. i do not succeed, but find the next morning it is still there, this time i find them. anyway, this morning they are gone, but he is off to work and my mom is sick and distracted, so i just pull them out, real quickly this time. my dad is an ass and i was all pissed off this morning, i was really distracted when riding to work and almost went to the wrong pool. w/e im thinking im just going to give him the old 'im gay and proud' slap to the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, im working and then daryl just puts me in a worse mood and tells me to go over to roosevelt, i HATE roosevelt, it is lame and stuff. oak is way more fun. well, he randomly changed his mind just as i was about to go, so i guess i was relieved, but still not happy, which is unusal becase usualy im only unhappy for about 10 minutes at a time.  i was really pissed, as a said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later, i was GREATLY cheered up when i found out regan would be managing.... normaly it would be Daryl, but since jeanette quit, the managers have had to have weird scedules... but thats ok because i heart regan, she is awsome! we went off and played on the playground for a bit, i forgot how fun swings are! so yea, i had a good rest of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, durring evening session i had my mothers cell phone with me and Jeff tried to call, but parker was being slow and i was late for my break and i missed him... then i tried to use a phone card to call him back and i messed up someway or another every time, i think one of the times i called a porn line.... then ashley did it for me with HER card, and there was only a minute left on the card, most of wich we spent trying to hear each other because it was so quiet... arg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tonight i went to belisimo's with danni and aubri, we were having loads of fun... jeff called me while i was there, but we didn't get much talking done, because i was having fun talking to danni and what not, and i think he was kinda intimdated by their precense or something. he talked to aubri for a bit, then i left and we had a good conversation... now im at home... basicly it is the most exciting day i had in a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comment if you like, and please answer my previous post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-109151276495720907?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/109151276495720907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=109151276495720907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/109151276495720907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/109151276495720907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/08/odd-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-109137204237492655</id><published>2004-08-01T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T21:15:07.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;W00T!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50th blog post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jocie had this on her blog...  and so I put it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.&lt;br /&gt;2. Am I Nice/Sweet?&lt;br /&gt;3. How long have you known me?&lt;br /&gt;4. How did we first meet?&lt;br /&gt;5. What was your first impression?&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you think of me now?&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you think my weakness is?&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you think I'll get married?&lt;br /&gt;9. What makes me happy?&lt;br /&gt;10. What makes me sad?&lt;br /&gt;11. What reminds you of me?&lt;br /&gt;12. If you could give me anything what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;13. How well do you know me?&lt;br /&gt;14. When's the last time you saw me?&lt;br /&gt;15. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?&lt;br /&gt;16. Do you think I could kill someone?&lt;br /&gt;17. Describe me in one word.&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you think our friendship is getting stronger/weaker/or staying the same?&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you feel that you could talk to me about anything and I would listen?&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you going to put this on your xanga (blog) and see what I say about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-109137204237492655?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/109137204237492655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=109137204237492655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/109137204237492655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/109137204237492655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/08/w00t-50th-blog-post-jocie-had-this-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-109131376926639572</id><published>2004-07-31T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T17:42:49.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;another lame post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really getting sick of these, but i feel i need to post or whatever. I'm kinda sad because Jeff will be gone pretty much all weekend, and i dunno if i will be able to call him... whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the pool the not-really-hot guys were there.... but the left before i could flirt with them.... but i saw them staring at me, i think they noticed my rainbow braclet on which i placed a button that says 'i kiss boys' its a little to "HI, IM GAY!" for me, but thats ok... i will still wear it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK! a blog of one of my online freind's blog.... she has pretty pictures....&lt;a href="http://kellenheller.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kitten's Box&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-109131376926639572?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/109131376926639572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=109131376926639572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/109131376926639572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/109131376926639572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/07/another-lame-post-im-really-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-109124217464301363</id><published>2004-07-30T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T21:49:34.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;hmmm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a crap-tastic day off... mostly because i worked... at 2 places...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first was at the pool.... i dunno nothing interesting happened, except that yesterday jeanette quit... the day was fairly average, i was content and what not.. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i worked at party america... it was wierd because everything was re-arranged and i had no idea where anything was... but i found cool lunch boxes and i bought one for kim, i went to deliver it, but she wasn't home... or she was asleep.... whatever, i left it on her stairs with a note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in a very subdued mood, if you can't tell... im not really depressed or anything, just very calm... i haven't talked to jeff at all today, and i now have to go pick up a pizza coz papa john's messed up our order.... yea, so im just bored, and i made this post more out of a feeling of necesity than to actually say anything. the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-109124217464301363?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/109124217464301363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=109124217464301363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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the odd day...&lt;br /&gt;first there was creepy guy, he has been to the pool the past few days and is really creepy. he hits on the girls, both the swimmers and the guards. he sings to them sometimes too, he is just generaly creepy. he is a crappy singer, but yesterday he was claiming to be the backup singer for Reba (she had a concert last night). anyway, he is offering to let these girls in for free... probly to rape them or something.... we told daryl about him (he didn't know untill yesterday) and now he is trying to get the guy 'removed' since apparently  he has charges like sexual harrassment, stalking, stuff like that. so very creepy guy&lt;br /&gt;and then, to make the day more interesting, psyco chick was there. now the name says it all with psyco chick... she is so weird in like alot of things.. like this one day she randomly like, bit her leg... and her general manerisms are just strange. her name is emily, but she seems to prefer 'vega' since this one time she kept writing 'vega (heart) don' in the sidewalk with her wet finger.... she is very strange indeed.&lt;br /&gt;then there was this guy, whom is not cute at all, but i sent rachel (more on her later) to go talk to him for me to get her off my back. anyway today he asked me if i really did think he was cute and i was just like 'shure'   so anyway, i have always had the urge to flirt with a random strait guy, especialy one that is from the base, since they tend to be quite homophobic. well that was pretty much the extent of him, but still it was kinda funny...&lt;br /&gt;the only thing missing yesterday was rachel, then it would have been an AWSOME day... *rolls eyes* she is just really annoying... she likes to pick a lifegaurd for the year and just not leave them alone... last year it was april, since she would usualy let her do ANYTHING... this year it is david and i... woopie. i think she kinda liked me, but she found out i was gay... but she still likes to pester me... whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that was my work day... i also called jeff, but he was in jujitsu... and last night i was talking to jocie and she was irritating me... she has never talked to jeff or any thing and she thinks im feeling only lust for him... gawd... just because SHE is in love with katie, she assumes she is the big expert (sorry darling, but i need to vent somewhere)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today i work at oak.... the fact that the fair is here should mean we have a total of 3 kids today..... i mean roosevelt has been busy, but not NEARLY as busy as it normaly would.... horray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-109085523061819974?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/109085523061819974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=109085523061819974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/109085523061819974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/109085523061819974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/07/work-yesterday-at-work-was-quite-odd.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-109072203541993176</id><published>2004-07-24T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T21:20:35.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HOT TOPIC RULES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;our hot topic finnaly opened.... it is the coolest store ever, i have spent too much money there in the last two days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today&amp;nbsp; was the parade, it was a BLAST.... i rode my scooter w/ the float, and rachel held on the back. we had fun squirting the crowd and throwing candy... we had a sybiotic realtionship too lol it was so fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was just so so today... i called jeff the other day.... it was neet... i dunno hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-109072203541993176?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/109072203541993176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=109072203541993176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/109072203541993176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/109072203541993176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/07/hot-topic-rules-our-hot-topic-finnaly.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-109051264360888037</id><published>2004-07-22T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T11:10:43.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EEEE!!!!! OMFG!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;w000t! i was talking to Jeff last night and he said something that just made my... well who knows how long this extacy will last! he basicly said i was beutiful, but not in that shallow skin deep way, like in that deep cheezy love song way. i was just estatic. i was so stunned at the time i just didn't know what to do.... he is such a great guy.... i think i love him, but what do i know about love....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok enough with the cheese.... but i really haven't got anything else to say, other than im off today and tommorow and im going to be going to hot topic, since it is now open. im excited about that i supose, and also tommorow is my pay day... man im in such a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-109051264360888037?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-109047368841014222</id><published>2004-07-22T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T00:21:28.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;big update&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i realise i have not updated since before i went to florida, except that one that was just for the sake of updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flordia was awsome, i had a total blast, i think i could have spent the whole week in just downtown disney with a crapload of money, but then i couldn't have gone to the other places. i got lots of neet things in the japan store at epcot. one night at downtown disney cathrine, ashley and i had fun using gaydar to figure out who was or who wasn't gay, we got about 53 i think, just in one night. that could be because june is pride month and the orlando gay days were fast approaching. while i was there i discovered a cool gay mag called genre. i also bought this totaly ghey shirt in the 'cirque' store. i could go on for hours and hours about florida, but that might bore you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i got home and  my dad found my genre and threw them away, i recovered them by sneaking out of the house at 2 in the morning before garbage day. it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that i have been spending the last month or two working. i have a fairly nice tan i supose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told jocie and joah about jeff tonight (lots of 'j's lol) jocie didn't seem to take it too well (sorry hun... don't feel bad i understand) but joah was happy for me. i still need to tell kim, i don't know how that will go over.... anyway, that is about it, no really juicy details...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-109042235607650736</id><published>2004-07-21T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T10:05:56.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I have not posted in ages... terrebly sorry about that. im on my dads laptop, yess more desk issues. i really didn't wanna do this, since I thought it would d/l a program on.... well apparently not, im such a dork. i was reading some guy named mike's blog and i noticed he had comments, i almost wonder if i can delete my script i had from before....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, I have met someone, his name is Jeff, and he is just great. he is funny and everything, im totaly smitten w/ him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work is going well i supose, i work at oak today so it should be boring. oh well, what can ya do.... y'know. and then thursday and friday are days off! w00 more time to talk to Jeff ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im off, maybe i will post a linky to mike's blog, but maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-109042235607650736?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/109042235607650736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=109042235607650736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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that game on saturday, so that is where i have been!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST WEEK OF SCHOOL W00000! of course that means finals (ewie) but whatever coz finals aren't so hard. i am the king! and next week i go to florida! w000! i am having a very exiting week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today some cable guy came to my house... he seemed fairly nice.... the end! (perhaps i will embelish later)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-108552685392751292?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/108552685392751292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=108552685392751292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108552685392751292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108552685392751292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/05/ff-x-2-rawks-i-just-got-that-game-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-108502165459241399</id><published>2004-05-19T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T21:54:14.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;heinz post&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catchup posts are fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it is sortof a catchup post, not a whole lot has happend siince my last post. on saturday i went to troy. lots of naked brad pitt. it was an ok movie, but im not into those sorta action/history movies. i didn't think gladiator was very good either so meh whatever. anyway, troy had lots of cool fight scenes.... lots of lame other scenes too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was sucky tongight. not that it was busy or annoying or anything, but i was tired and hungry and hot the whole time. not to mention that i just gernaly didn't want to be there. i wanted to be here playing puzzle pirates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of puzzle pirates, that is why i have not posted in a while. and for those wondering, the reason my last post was like 4, it was coz blogger was being stupid and pretending not to work when it really was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-108502165459241399?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/108502165459241399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=108502165459241399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108502165459241399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108502165459241399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/05/heinz-post-catchup-posts-are-fun-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-108459523830031599</id><published>2004-05-14T23:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T23:27:18.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;im angry/depressed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lots of reasons, and the newest, is that i had just typed up a huge post and it wasn't publishing so, now it is lost. fucking blogger. here, and now im going to try my patiece and re type it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight has sucked majorly. first off i was late for the playmaker picnic, since my car is not funtioning (fucking car) and i had to take my moms. she didn't get home till 7:30. i thought it started at 7, and i hate being late more than anything.  it just flat out makes me mad. and it turns out i was not a half hour late, but a full hour late. great, that means i missed dinner. thanks mom, now im not going to sleep coz of hunger pains and going to be grumpy tomorow. although, i dunno if i can blame her since she didn't really know i needed her car, but i don't care, i need someone to blame. anyway, then gabe didn't get his best mime because mira and susan tied, and then when i pointed that out susan got all mad at me (prolly coz she thoguht i was trying to take her award away) so great, it is starting out lovley. then on a more minor note, i was going to swing with joah which would be happy, then richard decides to get a ride with him and i don't see it all night. now not only am i angry, but i have lost my first souce of joy. fucking richard should get his own damn car. so anyway, after the 10 minutes that i was at the picnic we went to kims. this was fun for a while, then we decided we didn't want to play videogames, but wanted to learn about horoscope personality things. mine was amazingly acurate, and they weren't all vauge either, like it described how i looked, how my room looks and how i act. it said i go through low mood swings, but get out of them fast, which i do, and i will be out of this one in about 10 minutes. and it also mentioned that i get bored easy. guess what, i got bored of that horoscope thing, and there were 4 more to sit through. i stoped paying attention and started tinkering with stuff in steph's (kim's sister) room. there weren't very many interesting things becuse i got bored of this soon. so now im bored, angry and hungry. gabe, jo, and i played games for a bit, but i got kicked off of those and kim and megan were ignoring me whenever i would try to join the convo. being ignored is the reason i left derek,ian, jared etc group. because i was constantly ignored. HINT HINT FUCKERS. only one of you reads this, so thats a good thing, and since you are the one who didn't piss me off at all, i like you! you know who you are. anyway, when i realised there was no point in being there i went outside of steph's room and played with valdimer (the cat) he gave me loads of attenton, but they still hadn't noticed i left. infact they didn't notice untill they decided to leave, and they all walked past me and i said 'i forgot my glasses in there' and i think kim herd me and was a bit suprised to find me still there. i tell myself im going to ignore here tommorow, but by then i will be happy as a lark again. sometimes i hate being a gemini. and to add, now mike h. isn't talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i got my zim DVD and a new necklace today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-108459523830031599?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/108459523830031599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=108459523830031599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108459523830031599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108459523830031599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/05/im-angrydepressed-i-have-lots-of_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-108459438853079740</id><published>2004-05-14T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T23:13:08.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;im angry/depressed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lots of reasons, and the newest, is that i had just typed up a huge post and it wasn't publishing so, now it is lost. fucking blogger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-108459438853079740?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/108459438853079740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=108459438853079740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108459438853079740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108459438853079740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/05/im-angrydepressed-i-have-lots-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-108459419603803849</id><published>2004-05-14T23:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T23:09:56.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i hate being ignored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in a bad mood, i had a crappy evening, but it will pass in the next 15 minutes or so. first off, i had to wait for my mom to go to the playmakers picnic, and i hate being late for/waiting for stuff. why? because my car can't stay in one frikken peice. and then i was a hour late for the picnic so i saw the ends of the awards and didn't get dinner. i ate some corn and a bit of cake. k so it was alot of cake, but still, thats not fucking dinner. then i was going to swing with joah and richard decided he needed a ride from joah and then they ended up both going home i guess. i was sad. then we went to kims, that was great till i ran out of things to do in steph's room. and then i was ignored the rest of the time. i ended up going out of steph's room and petting the kitty. nobody noticed i was gone, and then they went upstairs, walking right by me not noticing me still, and kim only realised i was there because i said 'i left my glasses in there' (my cool new sunglasses..... see im already less depressed if im talking about fashion) so basicly it was a crappy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, good things that happend: i went shoping and got a necklace. but onther than that shoping was boring. oh and on a side note, now i have a bowl of gross potato salad....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-108459419603803849?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/108459419603803849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=108459419603803849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108459419603803849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108459419603803849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-hate-being-ignored-im-in-bad-mood-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-108459414620418591</id><published>2004-05-14T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T23:09:06.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i hate being ignored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im in a bad mood, i had a crappy evening, but it will pass in the next 15 minutes or so. first off, i had to wait for my mom to go to the playmakers picnic, and i hate being late for/waiting for stuff. why? because my car can't stay in one frikken peice. and then i was a hour late for the picnic so i saw the ends of the awards and didn't get dinner. i ate some corn and a bit of cake. k so it was alot of cake, but still, thats not fucking dinner. then i was going to swing with joah and richard decided he needed a ride from joah and then they ended up both going home i guess. i was sad. then we went to kims, that was great till i ran out of things to do in steph's room. and then i was ignored the rest of the time. i ended up going out of steph's room and petting the kitty. nobody noticed i was gone, and then they went upstairs, walking right by me not noticing me still, and kim only realised i was there because i said 'i left my glasses in there' (my cool new sunglasses..... see im already less depressed if im talking about fashion) so basicly it was a crappy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, good things that happend: i went shoping and got a necklace. but onther than that shoping was boring. oh and on a side note, now i have a bowl of gross potato salad....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-108459414620418591?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/108459414620418591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=108459414620418591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108459414620418591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108459414620418591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-hate-being-ignored-im-in-bad-mood-i_14.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-108432516055127562</id><published>2004-05-11T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T20:26:00.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, not much, other than this may be my last post, but keep reading coz i will have a post that will definatly state weither or not im quitting the blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-108432516055127562?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/108432516055127562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=108432516055127562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108432516055127562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108432516055127562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/05/well-not-much-other-than-this-may-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-108415689032723461</id><published>2004-05-09T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T21:41:30.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;big post!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;questions first!&lt;br /&gt;CSF-&lt;br /&gt;1) Where are you going first in Disney World?&lt;br /&gt;erm.... i dunno depends on which flight im on&lt;br /&gt;2) Do I talk too much?&lt;br /&gt;yes, shut the hell up&lt;br /&gt;3) Chocolate- white or dark?&lt;br /&gt;dark, white gets gross after a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike-&lt;br /&gt;1. Which Ninja Turtle is your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;how could i pick? the purple one (donatello?) but the new ones all suck&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you like... *looks around* peas?&lt;br /&gt;*GASP* you said peas! how dare you. of course i don't like peas *suspicious look*&lt;br /&gt;3. Kiosk?&lt;br /&gt;KIOSK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now on to rent. first when i got there i saw pat and some girl, i can't frikken remeber the girl's name, but i think it began with an 'M' anyway, since when is pat hot??? i forgot to mention that the trip to bismark was fun yada yada yada. but yea, pat =  teh uber hot. the musical was awsome, the music was great, i wanna see it agian, it was awsome. (mike just told me the girls name is maren) so yea, i loved it, but i was sad when mheemhm shmeledaed of WRIMSAS those that saw it get my drift. i hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was an adventure, first was work, and it was fun for once. we had a blast selling ugly ballons for cheap then i went to the movie with kim and nyssa, but unfortunatly, the movie started a half hour before i got there, coz nyssa told me wrong! grr. then we went to belisimos and wendys. i saw chris and jen, it was cool i guess. and then we went to kim's and watched big fish, not much going on yesterday. and today i sold more ugly ballons at work then went to gammys, not much today either. the end bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-108415689032723461?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/108415689032723461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=108415689032723461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108415689032723461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108415689032723461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/05/big-post-questions-first-csf-1-where.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-108389480901923676</id><published>2004-05-06T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T20:57:55.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;comments!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now have coments thanks to haloscan.com!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with them im ganna play a popular game sweepin the blog nation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-108389480901923676?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/108389480901923676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=108389480901923676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108389480901923676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108389480901923676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/05/comments-i-now-have-coments-thanks-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-108388815811290634</id><published>2004-05-06T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T19:07:05.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;horray!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first off, gym was actually fun today! we had a free day so jocie and I made up games involving the medicine ball, which had the amusing propertey of being heavy in air, but incredebly light in water, barely sinking. first we tried to play blitzball with it, but since when you threw it it would go forward about 2 feet then start its slow decent, we gave up. then we went looking for this torpedo that travels through the water very well, didn't find it, so we tried to play keep down with the tenis ball, that didn't work, so we finaly moved on to playing catch with the medicine ball. it made cool splashes. but catch is too boring for us non jocks so we started to play water calvin ball till the end of the period. it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, i had work. Andy wasn't there. if i  haven't explained Andy yet, i will just say he is hot, and go into further detail tommorow. oh, and i was working at the pool, my summer job, not party america. anywho, we were cleaning the pool with hydrochloric acid, and i can still smell it. that stuff burns like crazy. but now the pool is clean *happiness*&lt;br /&gt;after work i decided to drive around the park in my scooter, and then some other guy had a scooter, not like mine, one that is shorter, and is like those lame razor ones only with a pretty nice motor, and a low seat. anyway i was driving along and he comes up behind me and asks how fast it goes. we get into a breif conversation and end up racing through the park, it was wonderful coz once we got past the cars/pedestrians i beat his ass. then i went to kims, nothing eventful there&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-108388815811290634?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/108388815811290634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=108388815811290634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108388815811290634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108388815811290634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/05/horray-first-off-gym-was-actually-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-108381332960594101</id><published>2004-05-05T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T22:19:55.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;fun stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok at work today, this one 'pimp daddy' with his 'tripped out' car 'rolled up' near the paper wharehouse. "ok," i think, "even people like that go to parties that include theames." then he gets out and goes to NSR -  national salon resource. keep in mind he did this just before it closed. anyway, nsr is like a hair product place, and only people who work in salons or are in the direct family of people with salon license can buy things from the majority of the store. so this guy goes and buys stuff and leaves. i am laughing my ass off, thinking 'what a queer' cus i think joah and i are the only two who ever go in there, and he was one of those people who worry so much about their cars. it was ammusing cuz he went late so nobody would see him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight is a hot guy night on tv, like every channel i go to has a hot guy on it. so i shall go drool. g'night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-108381332960594101?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-108363622257748704</id><published>2004-05-03T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T21:07:46.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i lub my scooter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finaly got to ride it around town today, it is the best thing evar. next i am going for leather pilot's goggles and a messanger bag to match. i can't wait till tommorow because im going to ride it to school. mmmmm it is muh pride and joy or something. and i love it always. peas out ladies and gentlemen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-108363622257748704?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/108363622257748704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=108363622257748704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108363622257748704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108363622257748704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-lub-my-scooter-i-finaly-got-to-ride.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-108355000549033068</id><published>2004-05-02T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T21:11:07.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;the outdoors...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where to start.... oh yes, yesterday. i worked yesterday, veeeeeerrrrryyyyy long day at work. it made me sad, then i came home and found out kim called me, so i called her back and she asked if i could go to the movie, mean girls, so i agree to go after dinner. anyways, the movie was funny, and ALOT beter than i expected.  then we went to applebees to check out hot guys, that didn't work out coz we only had girls serving on our side of the resturant, and all of the costomers were gross. although there was some guy checking out kim when we were talking about hot asians. it was funny. then we went to belisimo and nyssa now hates chess, while kim beat her ass twice, even though kim had equal experience to nyssa (zero). it was a good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, aobut today now. first off, WHY DIDN'T ANYONE WARN ME PARKS WERE BAD FOR YOU! that makes me angry *grr* anyway the last two nights the kids spent the night, don't know or care why, whatever, so today i was stuck with them ALL DAY it was excruciating and boring. the scooter was beconing me (by the way, i can't ride it coz it has no insurance, can't remeber if i mentioned that) and that made me angry. then eventually we went to the park. oh. my. gawd. the park. first off, those swings are deadly, i tried to use one and fell off. then i got dizzy once i got the hang of it. damn swings. then we went on a walk cuz gage wanted to. it was a long walk and i could hardly breath by the end. not to mention that i was already sick and this evil chemecal knowen as 'fresh air' made me cough alot. it was painful. oh and i forgot mention, TREES ARE ATTACKING ME ALL DAY. i hate trees now, they should all burn. fucking trees.  after that we had a meeting at the paper, it was good, mary was there and she is pretty cool, but she should have brought the kids, her kids are the r4wks0r. then i came home and ate, so it was a crappy day more or less. yea, thats it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-108355000549033068?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/108355000549033068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=108355000549033068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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picture later!!!! that is all i have to say... coz im so excited about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-108329170401031821?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/108329170401031821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=108329170401031821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108329170401031821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108329170401031821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/04/horray-i-got-it-it-is-super-cool-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-108319925391525036</id><published>2004-04-28T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T19:45:09.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;AUG!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( i had to work today, so i didn't get the scooter OR permit. so i was all excited n' stuff for nuttin. BLARGH! that makes me so angry!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...now my dog is scratching himslef WITH HIS TEETH it is very frightening....maybe he has a big ass tick there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wich reminds me, there is this sign on 20th ave. that says 'FREE DISH!' and i see it out of the corner of my eye and always think 'FEDISH!' it makes me want to steal the r, but leave the ees so that you can tell it was unitentinal, but it would still be funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-108319925391525036?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/108319925391525036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=108319925391525036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108319925391525036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108319925391525036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/04/aug-i-had-to-work-today-so-i-didnt-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-108302426991166678</id><published>2004-04-26T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T19:08:43.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HORRAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is official now, im getting the scooter from honda WOOT! im so excited i hope to have it tommorow or the day after. EEE can't wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, ethan tried to talk to me again, why can't that boy communicate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had something else but forgot it, so im off to go be excited now, k buh bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-108302426991166678?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/108302426991166678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=108302426991166678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108302426991166678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108302426991166678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/04/horray-it-is-official-now-im-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-108294288992224874</id><published>2004-04-25T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T20:32:21.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;prom...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ung... thats all i can say. i mean prom was fun and stuff. the after party was the lamest thing i have seen in a long time...i was very tired and what not by the end, epecialy because of the bingo. by the time we left we were all so tired we could not do anything but giggle. i got to bed at 5:30. then this morning i had to wake up for my eagle cerimony and now im tired as heck. perhaps tomorrow i will post some prom pictures... but then again maybe not. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-108294288992224874?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/108294288992224874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=108294288992224874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108294288992224874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108294288992224874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/04/prom.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-108277959103116558</id><published>2004-04-23T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T23:10:40.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;YO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a hair cut... not much to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prom is tommorow... wee!&lt;br /&gt;not that i don't think it will be fun, but im not excited either.  all i care about is my vespa... which may end up being a honda that looks like a retro vespa. grr, i don't know what else to write...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! today is gabe's burthday and he skipped school, so i didn't get him his card. that is triste i guess. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-108277959103116558?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/108277959103116558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=108277959103116558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108277959103116558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108277959103116558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/04/yo-i-got-hair-cut.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-108268772982716689</id><published>2004-04-22T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T21:39:37.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i got lost today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was looking for the wrecking yard to see if they had an old vespa for me to fix up, but i got lost and was late for work, it was a sad day for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are wondering, a vespa is a motor scooter, it is an italian brand. they are really cool and i want one, preferably older model (60's-70's), but trust me, i wouldn't say no to a new one. i definatly wouldn't like an 80's-90's one though. but basicly thats it, i want a motor scooter, a vespa to be exact. i might start a costom tee shirt business to raise money for it too! huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i accadently installed the ad thing for msn pluss, so im off to fix it. g'night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-108268772982716689?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/108268772982716689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=108268772982716689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108268772982716689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108268772982716689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-got-lost-today-i-was-looking-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-108250163805735729</id><published>2004-04-20T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T17:58:02.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;adventures of Jamestown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, yesterday i went to Jamestown for state music, it was interesting to say the least. first off i watched Mike play his solo, wee! then we went to his house, it was fun i supose we watched this really sad group play ff songs in costume. so then we went out for chinese, it was pretty good i supose, but my shrimp wasn't deveined and it kinda tasted funny so i just ate vegies and rice, but Mike's chicken was delicious. there was a kid there who look like a guy, but he had boobs, i don't mean normal guy boobs, i mean like real boobs, they were spherical and everything.... i was confused. also, its name was shane...&lt;br /&gt;then we went cruzin, not a whole lot happend there, but we got to the school and started talking about condoms so i decided i wanted to go purchace some cuz i was bored, so we go down to mini mart and i buy one of each kind, altough instead of giving me a 'fantasy' it gave me another 'aroma's' so i have a banana and mint scented one, a studed one ('rugged 'n' ready') and something i thought was a condom but turned out to be gel inteded for putting on a clitoris to create a tingling sensation. that was really the highlight of the day. then after i played we left, the bus ride home was fun though cuz derrek and i were both tired and giggly. wee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-108250163805735729?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/108250163805735729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=108250163805735729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108250163805735729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108250163805735729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/04/adventures-of-jamestown-well-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-108234381664102633</id><published>2004-04-18T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T22:07:39.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;busy weekend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had no time to post! well today was the final performance and strike. I am sad but a bit glad that is is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, about secret pal. it is a thing we do durring plays and I loved it this time. i gave the best gifts ever and my pal (although he missed a day) was awsome as well. I gave Jen (in this order):&lt;br /&gt;1. a paint by number and a pop up card&lt;br /&gt;2. ritz crackers, and propel, her favorate foods (also ballons)&lt;br /&gt;3. a paper monkey statue for her to asemble (i also wrote in the card i will do it for her, which she asked me to do today) and a stuffed monkey in an inflatable tree&lt;br /&gt;4. a hermit crab, i took alot of pride in this gift&lt;br /&gt;5. a photo album with pictures and her 3 favorite flowers.&lt;br /&gt;the play was great fun and i will miss all of the seniors (especialy durran)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, nothing going on in my life, except tommorow i prolly won't post, cuz i will be in jamestown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-108234381664102633?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/108234381664102633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=108234381664102633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108234381664102633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108234381664102633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/04/busy-weekend-had-no-time-to-post-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-108208556408182190</id><published>2004-04-15T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T22:23:22.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LONG TIME NO SEE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, here is the story, we finaly moved into the new house. ok, no problem. my dad says we will not get internet till later in the week, i can wait i guess. (i finaly have my precious DSL again) then we start to paint so we don't set up the computer until now, 3 weeks later. so that is what is up with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, my first performance was tonight, it went well i supose. i had fun. however, spirit gum is SATAN i have to wear a retarted mustache. i hate it, it is uncomfortable and it hurts to take off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now for some updates on my life.&lt;br /&gt;last tuesday i was at scouts and this one kid, a freshman i belive, is being very freshman male-esque. basicly major testosterone poisoning. anyway he started to irritate me so when he says something about beating the crap out of something or whatever i was like 'thats very freshman of you' he pauses for a bit and - i am not making this up- his comeback was 'nice nails, did you get a manicure' yes ladies and gentlemen, that is our future, i weep. anyway while trying not to laugh i say 'no, that is my self care, but they are getting a bit long, i should perhaps cut them.... but a manicure would be a good idea for prom, thanks' and then he says 'while you are out you can pickup a prom dress, i hear they are on sale' so i say 'no nyssa already has a dress i think.' then i burst out laughing at him and he got so angry. it was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my room and some of my furniture painted for my room, it will be blue and silver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W00T! the pool manager called yesterday and i got the job if i can get a hold of him, everytime i call it is busy *grumble grumble*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that is some of my favorite events of the past several weeks, horray for me! so buh-bye for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-108208556408182190?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/108208556408182190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=108208556408182190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108208556408182190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108208556408182190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/04/long-time-no-see-ok-here-is-story-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-108027208784227059</id><published>2004-03-25T21:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T21:38:17.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;long time..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been busy with work, school, rehersal, other random crap, and when i do have free time, my parents are on the computer. so shaddup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*memories*&lt;br /&gt;last night i started getting some memorys of my freind david, one of my favorites being the time my dog ate his bird. i look back and laugh, but it was pretty sad at the time. speaking of pets, i really want the tortoise at the pet store, how cool would that be, a pet tortoise?! and they live for hundreds of years, so it would make a great family heirloom, and sice they can do whatever to turtle shells so they don't rot (dry them out???) so when it died, that generation could still keep the shell. and they would have a reason to keep it, since it is a family herloom, it would be encrusted with jewels. HORRAY! unfortunatly, the tortoise costs 140 bucks, not including food and so on. of course it would not need a coniner, sice it is a family heirloom, and i wil teach it to poop a certain place. horray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i never had a chance to use the self centered idea to find out who joah likes, so im just ganna come clean and tell him i like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-108027208784227059?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/108027208784227059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=108027208784227059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/108027208784227059'/><link 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is our mascot. i guess he is cooler than skinny sam, a peice of lamanated paper, but skinny sam had more personality. so other than that, nothing going on in my life. i guess i did decide to take the arrogant self-cenered approach to finding out who Joah likes, but I honestly do think it might be me, not to sound vain or anything, just the way he and everyone who knows acts about it. so yea, other than that, nothing inresting...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-108001153766513790?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/108001153766513790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=108001153766513790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-107991665160203092</id><published>2004-03-21T18:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T18:54:15.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i gots a job now...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i started working at mi madre's store, i have a feeling this is going to seriously cut into my lazy time.  the job is ok i guess but it is only a bunch of middle aged women there. i do know them, but still, no kids, and that means no cute guys to hit on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of hitting on cute guys i did just that to matt at church today. i am prolly doomed just for that little instance. i mean i was hitting on a guy at church, a strait guy none the less, that is coveting, homosexuality, and in church too. yes, well now is time for trading spaces, i shall be gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-107991665160203092?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/107991665160203092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=107991665160203092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107991665160203092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107991665160203092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-gots-job-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-107976434703354344</id><published>2004-03-20T00:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T00:35:48.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MOVIE NIGHT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do hate fridays, because i can never do anything so therefore my social life is ultra crappy. ok, so not ultra crappy, but definatly sub-par. anyway, today we watched splendour in the grass. wee. im so glad i whached it since i already know it pretty much line for line. it is also really long, i recomend only people with ALOT of patience watching this movie. i guess bud was kinda cute, i didn't like his eyes much, but and the end he was totaly hot, which is strange cuz im usualy not into grungy dirty guys. whatever. also at michals there was this super hot cowboy working. damn he was hot.  this is all i have to say, i think i shall catch up on blogs and go sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-107976434703354344?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/107976434703354344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=107976434703354344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107976434703354344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107976434703354344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/03/movie-night-i-really-do-hate-fridays.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-107966544791617763</id><published>2004-03-18T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T21:07:28.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;meh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is a 'i wish my life were more interesting "meh"' just so you know, really nothing special happened today, im so jelous of dylan who can make even the most mundane things seem interesting.... i think i will make something up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, when i was in math class i was talking this test, and it was really hard. well i finish the test and stuff and im all like 'WOAH I HOPE I DID GOOD' because i talk in all capital letters now. anyway, i hand in the test and i turn around to my desk, and there is a peanut on my chair. im like 'WOAH, THERE IS A PEANUT ON MY CHAIR, I WONDER WHY' and i look over and there is this squirrel sitting on Megan's head. and she just has this big smile on her face. i have no idea how a squirrel got in my math  class, but that doesn't mater cuz i just broke up with my boyfreind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow, maybe i should be happy with my dull life, because that story sounded totaly drama queen, especialy the end. but actually i do have a couple true stories. like the other day, my mom comes in the house and hands me some efferdent, im so confused. i don't have dentures, she just gives me this efferdent. yea, she later explained it was for my retainer, but still, i was confused for a while. also, today at rehersal, i was playing with the draw string for the curtain, it has a big metal thingy on the end, so it swings crazily and is fun to play with. anyway, im playing with it, and it swings around the curtain and i hear durran say 'OH CRAP' and i look around to see him removing it from his face with a tramatized look on his face. i scared him with it and hit him in the face, it was hilarious. also that was the only time i heard him talk off stage. he is so quiet, i think he is intimdated by us theatre kids because his grilfreind says he thinks we are weird. i wonder why he tried out for the play if he thinks we are weird. oh well, he is cute so i can fatasize about sucking face with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i think i shall go eat my munchies now, as i am quite hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-107966544791617763?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/107966544791617763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=107966544791617763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107966544791617763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107966544791617763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/03/meh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-107956892777676913</id><published>2004-03-17T18:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T18:21:38.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SEA MONKIES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horray! my LJ account still exists, but don't worry, i will keep this one for my life, but if you would like to read about my sea monkies go &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/goldkear/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is very old, but im thinking of getting some new monkies and continuing to update that journal. if the comedy of my monkies is enjoyable to you all i will definatly comence to update, and perhaps move there eventualy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well about today. i have employed two spies to find out who Joah has a crush on... I can't wait! more drama in other peoples lives... Josiah can no longer go to prom with Molly, since he is going to New York for national dace competiton, and that girl is PISSED. Naomi is naturally quite happy about this arrangement, but *shhh* i didn't tell you that. Also, since Richard isn't going to prom, his special date from New York won't be comming. Well i supose Richard won't be too mad since they will be in NY anyway. But, that means Brittany and Richards plans are ruined. Details: they hate Naomi and don't want her in Josaiah's life or something lame like that, so they set up this huge thing to get Molly to ask Josiah to prom. I dunno how the whole thing goes, but it is very interesting. I really don't know why Richard wants Josiah dating Molly, since Richard wishes Josiah was gay... maybe he is hoping Molly would be a terrible girlfreind.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh, that feels good to gossip, i wish i had something in MY life to talk about, but i don't... oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-107956892777676913?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/107956892777676913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=107956892777676913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107956892777676913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107956892777676913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/03/sea-monkies-horray-my-lj-account-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-107949541745289989</id><published>2004-03-16T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T21:53:34.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;today was good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it was nothing special, but there wasn't anything especialy terrible about it. rehersal was really fun for some reason, even though nothing special happened. so yea, i really have nothing interesting to talk about. except my munchies... man. so yea i went to the store to get some munchies and now i am eating them... mmmm munchies. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-107949541745289989?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/107949541745289989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=107949541745289989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107949541745289989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107949541745289989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/03/today-was-good-well-it-was-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-107940692535619614</id><published>2004-03-15T21:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T21:18:41.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;another uneventful day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today was fairly boring, but i wore some of my new clothes, i have never felt so preppy in my life, but after the sweater got blood on it (i got a frikken bloody nose and it got all over my pants and my sweater) i looked better cuz i was just wearing my blue striped shirt. kim loves buttonup shirts so she thought i was sexy, i think Joah liked it to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea i also had a bloody nose last night at about 2. well i supose that is this morning. anyway it was really bad and a pain in the butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, ralina's kids are staying over night because my neice is being born tommorow morning. they are adorable but obsessed with video games so i can't do my own thing. but they are asleep, so all is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-107940692535619614?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/107940692535619614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=107940692535619614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107940692535619614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107940692535619614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/03/another-uneventful-day-well-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-107931976088790547</id><published>2004-03-14T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T21:05:55.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well.... once again i had to do ushering at church. it wasn't so bad, and i got to look at sexy matt again. he is in college and has a bad knee. Well we already are closer than durran and I. then after breakfrast, we went shopping!!! W00T! I got 2 whole new outfits. I think i will buy a brown shirt from the pit, cuz im better than Joah! ok, so he has better fashion but thats because he beats me to EVERYTHING. stupid bitch lol. I also went to Kim's, but we didn't do anything interesting. I feel very content now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH hot minister on TV.... damn dad just surfed past. hehe, im just a big slutty loser. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-107931976088790547?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/107931976088790547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=107931976088790547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107931976088790547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107931976088790547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/03/well.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-107924079950588601</id><published>2004-03-13T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T23:09:53.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so anyway, the movie is canadan, that explains everything. yea the wild sex goddess tried to send them all up or somthin'. then the main guy grabbed her boobs and she was like 'how dare you tell me to shut up' and a helicopter showed up. then some guy gets out and one of the girls runs up and is like 'AHHHH NICK CARTER' this guy by the way, is not nick carter. then she proceeds to explain that he is not the suprise musical guest, but he was suposed to at one point. and then they all fly away and some fish guy who can't swim chases the bad guy who got abandoned by the boat.  the end. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-107924079950588601?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/107924079950588601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=107924079950588601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107924079950588601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107924079950588601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/03/so-anyway-movie-is-canadan-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-107923923842518519</id><published>2004-03-13T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T22:47:35.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;lame movies and more!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so today wasn't bad, went to work call did some stuff. the sewing machine decided it hated me. joah and i got to put up curtains and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i am watching this totaly lame movie on Mtv. it is easily the worst movie ever. it is called 'monster island movie' it is about people on an island with giant insects. the insects are suposed to be like normal insects, but they don't look, or act like it. they are made of plastic and just drop when one little arrow barley peirces their bodies. this girl can't sing... of course she is depressed. and now the main chick is some goddess and her people are dancing like retards while kicking the ants, as well as attacking with weapons. of course a flimsy arrow kills one, but an axe does nothing. wow, now a girl killed one by throwing an orange at its head. ok that is enough describing the crappy movie, i will post later to tell how it ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the condom comercials are funny. but i hate the current trojan one with the confused and stupid looking guy. but i love the tampon comercial where she plugs up the boat. tampons are so usefull, i think everone should have a box. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-107923923842518519?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/107923923842518519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=107923923842518519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107923923842518519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107923923842518519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/03/lame-movies-and-more-ok-so-today-wasnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-107914840285837370</id><published>2004-03-12T21:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T21:29:54.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SPOOKY, IT'S SUPER DARK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea when we left the Y, it was so dark out i could honestly not see half of the parking lot or any area beyond it, very cool. i guess i had a good day, kinda boring.  not a whole lot to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just tried to pick a fight with some chick who has a bad temper. she thinks she is so much smarter than me with her vocabulary, but really, i know every word she says, i just don't use them often. then she blocked me, what a loser. im so bored, i really wanna do SOMETHING intersting, but i can't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-107914840285837370?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/107914840285837370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=107914840285837370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107914840285837370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107914840285837370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/03/spooky-its-super-dark-yea-when-we-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-107906482839068921</id><published>2004-03-11T22:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T22:16:59.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I. HATE. BUSH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i see the news, and now, no more gay marages. wtf is that? and my fucking parents agree. now i know i have a weapon when HE really pisses me off, fucking bitch. now tell me, what is wrong with it. please do, give me one fucking good reason why gay marrage is bad. dickheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im bad at ranting alot, so that is all i got&lt;br /&gt;i'm so ashamed. (of my low rating ability)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-107906482839068921?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/107906482839068921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=107906482839068921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107906482839068921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107906482839068921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/03/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-107898337993499473</id><published>2004-03-10T23:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T23:40:02.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh* long weekend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was a good sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here it is, almost 11:30 on a wednsday, and I'm in the bahamas. the weather back in north dakota is frightning but in this appartment, im in a deluxe vacation home over-looking my private sunkissed beach with fine white sand, swaying palm trees, and emerald green waters. shure to you it may look like snow, a pine tree about to tip over from the wind, and frozen alge on the river, but I have no cares right now, because i have 2 glorious days off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now that i have made you all long for summer, and made a happy post, im going to move on to bitching. really all my bitching is of the most trivial kinda. first, feebas is the most annoying pokemon ever, next to tentacool. second, i need a boyfreind to share my tropical resort with. and finaly, i have no car tommorw, how am i going to get zim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, i had my first real decent conversation with dave in a long time. its not that we dislike each other, i mean i love the kid, but we never see each other around, being 2 grades seperate so he is at central while im at MCC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-107898337993499473?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/107898337993499473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=107898337993499473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107898337993499473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107898337993499473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/03/sigh-long-weekend-that-was-good-sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-10788896699370597</id><published>2004-03-09T20:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T21:37:37.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FILLER TIME!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since nothing interesting happened today, I'm just going fill out one of those surveys in e-mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOULD YOU RATHER... &lt;br /&gt;1. ...pierce your nose or tongue? neither, if i had too, nose &lt;br /&gt;2. ...be serious or be funny? funny &lt;br /&gt;3. ...boxers or briefs? boxers&lt;br /&gt;4. ...drink whole or skim milk? 2% &lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU... &lt;br /&gt;5. ...single or taken? single &lt;br /&gt;6. ...simple or complicated? average? &lt;br /&gt;DO YOU PREFER... &lt;br /&gt;8. ...flowers or angels? angels &lt;br /&gt;9. ...grey or gray? grey&lt;br /&gt;10. ...colour or black-and-white photos? I'm an artist, so whichever suits the picture&lt;br /&gt;11. ...lust or love? I haven't expereinced either &lt;br /&gt;12. ...sunrise or sunset? sunset, especialy when it is orange and purple &lt;br /&gt;13. ...M&amp;Ms or Skittles? M&amp;Ms &lt;br /&gt;14. ...rap or rock? rock &lt;br /&gt;15. ...staying up late or waking up early? staying up late&lt;br /&gt;16. ...TV or radio? TV &lt;br /&gt;17. ...calling it POP or SODA? soda &lt;br /&gt;18. ...using Xs or Os in Tic-Tac-Toe? X &lt;br /&gt;19. ...water or soda? Soda &lt;br /&gt;20. ...eating apples or oranges? oranges &lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY... &lt;br /&gt;21. Do you have a crush? Not really&lt;br /&gt;22. Who is it? &lt;br /&gt;ONCE AGAIN, DO YOU PREFER... &lt;br /&gt;23. ...being hot or cold? hot, cold makes me angry&lt;br /&gt;24. ...tall members of the opposite sex or short? either, short is cute i guess&lt;br /&gt;25. ...sun or moon? full moon or the littel slice of it, otherwise sun &lt;br /&gt;26. ...emeralds or rubies? emeralds, because sonic rules&lt;br /&gt;27. ...left or right? who cares?&lt;br /&gt;28. ...having 10 acquaintances or 1 best friend? 1 best friend&lt;br /&gt;29. ...sun or rain? i like rain but only if it is kinda hard and it is the eveneing of a warm sunny day&lt;br /&gt;30. ...vanilla ice cream or chocolate ice cream? Vanilla w/ chocolate and penut butter&lt;br /&gt;31. ...boys or girls? boys, duh &lt;br /&gt;32. ...green beans or carrots? i  like both, but carrots raw, green beans cooked &lt;br /&gt;33. ...low fat or fat free? low fat &lt;br /&gt;MISCELLANEOUS... &lt;br /&gt;34. What is your biggest fear in the world? working at burgerking untill im 60&lt;br /&gt;36. Kids or no kids? kids &lt;br /&gt;37. Cat or dog? either&lt;br /&gt;38. Half empty or half full? it is half full, &lt;br /&gt;39. Mustard or ketchup? both&lt;br /&gt;40. Hard cover books or soft cover books? i don't care&lt;br /&gt;41. Newspaper or magazines? magazines&lt;br /&gt;42. Sandals or sneakers? sneakers, i love sandals but have ugly feet &lt;br /&gt;43. Wonder or amazement? what kinda lame question is this? &lt;br /&gt;44. Red car or white car? green &lt;br /&gt;45. Happy and poor or sad and rich? happy and poor&lt;br /&gt;46. Singing or dancing? dancing&lt;br /&gt;47. Hugging or kissing? *starts singing* &lt;em&gt;never been kissed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Corduroy or plaid? Corduroy, plaid is funny&lt;br /&gt;49. Happy or sad? hmm...happy&lt;br /&gt;50. Purple or green? what shades?&lt;br /&gt;51. Blondes, brunettes, or red heads? black  &lt;br /&gt;TELL US ABOUT YOU. &lt;br /&gt;52. What time is it? 9:17 &lt;br /&gt;53. Name? Benjamin Jacob Strandberg&lt;br /&gt;54. Nicknames? Ben, Jaco, Squirrel boy&lt;br /&gt;55. Names and ages of siblings? Chad, 26 Mike, 29 &lt;br /&gt;56. Number of candles on your last bday cake? 16 &lt;br /&gt;57. Date that you regularly blow them out? 6/3 or the weekend after &lt;br /&gt;58. Pets? Lucky, dog ;  bonsai potato&lt;br /&gt;59. Height? 6' even  &lt;br /&gt;60. Eye colour? green-yellow around the pupil&lt;br /&gt;61. Hair colour? light brown/ dirty blonde&lt;br /&gt;62. Piercing (s)? none&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER... &lt;br /&gt;63. Had the drink Calypso Breeze? nope &lt;br /&gt;64. Been in love? no &lt;br /&gt;65. Been toilet-papering? nope &lt;br /&gt;66. Loved somebody so much it made you cry? no&lt;br /&gt;67. What Are Your Plans For School? pass, then go to a local college untill i decide what i wanna do with my life&lt;br /&gt;69. How many kids do you want? 1 or 2&lt;br /&gt;70. What kind of job do you want? I have no idea &lt;br /&gt;71. Do you want to get married? if I can &lt;br /&gt;WHO... &lt;br /&gt;72. Makes you laugh the most? Jo, Mike, or Seth when he is online &lt;br /&gt;73. The sweetest? hmm....dunno  &lt;br /&gt;74. The shyest? Seth in real life &lt;br /&gt;75. The most outgoing? kim or joah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. The most fun to be around? Jo, Kim, Joah, Mike,Lindsay, everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. You go to for advice? depends on what i wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Knows the most about you? Kim, Jo &lt;br /&gt;79. It easier--guys or girls? what? &lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER... &lt;br /&gt;80. Croutons or bacon bits? Croutons&lt;br /&gt;81. 2 doors or 4 (on a car)? mine is a 2 door... &lt;br /&gt;82. Mr. Pibb or Dr. Pepper? i vomit on both &lt;br /&gt;83. Coffee or ice cream? ice cream&lt;br /&gt;84. Shampoo or conditioner? 'poo, cuz you need it before the conditioner &lt;br /&gt;85. Bridges or tunnels? i don't care &lt;br /&gt;86. One pillow or two? two &lt;br /&gt;87. Adidas or Nike? CONVERSE! &lt;br /&gt;88. Nike or Reebok? CONVERSE! &lt;br /&gt;89. Adidas or Reebok? CONVERSE! &lt;br /&gt;WORD ASSOCIATION (first thing that comes to mind) &lt;br /&gt;90. Green? pie&lt;br /&gt;91. Peanut butter? brown&lt;br /&gt;92. Roses? i first just get a picture of one&lt;br /&gt;93. Spring? SPLASH! (sorry, im watching tv &lt;br /&gt;94. Summer? Moo! &lt;br /&gt;95. Winter?   damnit&lt;br /&gt;FAVORITES &lt;br /&gt;96. Salad dressing? ranch or dorthy lynch&lt;br /&gt;97. Colour of socks? white &lt;br /&gt;98. Toothpaste? i don't care, but we usualy have mentadent&lt;br /&gt;99. Food? oriental, random junk food&lt;br /&gt;100. Subject in school? Art, Science&lt;br /&gt;101. Flowers? i don't care&lt;br /&gt;102. Colour? cerulan, ultramarine &lt;br /&gt;103. Non-alcoholic drink? root beer, mt. dew, lemonade, twister kiwi strawberry juice&lt;br /&gt;104. Country song? eww&lt;br /&gt;105. Disney character? Scar&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM QUESTIONS &lt;br /&gt;106. When was your last hospital check-in? a few months ago &lt;br /&gt;107. Where do you see yourself in 10 years? i honestly don't know&lt;br /&gt;108. Have you ever been convicted of a crime? no&lt;br /&gt;109. Which single store would you choose to max out your credit card? Suncoast, umm some clothes store&lt;br /&gt;110. What type of car do you drive now? '78 buick lesabre (iguana green) &lt;br /&gt;111. What do you do most often when you are bored? tv, computer&lt;br /&gt;112. Name the person that you are friends with that lives the farthest away fromyou: Lindsay?  &lt;br /&gt;113. What is your favourite kind of clothes? pants are fun!&lt;br /&gt;114. Are you open minded? very &lt;br /&gt;115. Can you be in love with two people at the same time? i dunno&lt;br /&gt;116. Bedtime? 10:30 on school nights, whenever all the other time&lt;br /&gt;117. Most Humiliating moment: i don't remeber&lt;br /&gt;118. Who do you think will respond to this fastest? respond?&lt;br /&gt;119. Who the person you sent this to that is least likely to send it back? it's in a blog stupid!&lt;br /&gt;120. What time is it now?  9:35 (queer eye rules!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-10788896699370597?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/10788896699370597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=10788896699370597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/10788896699370597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/10788896699370597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/03/filler-time-well-since-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-107880211722629532</id><published>2004-03-08T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-08T21:19:07.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ANOTHER SUCKY DAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, another sucky monday. we lost our student teacher in gym class, and i didn't think Mr. Penis (Johnson) could be worse, but he is. he yells like a jackass the whole hour and at least Mr. Shumway (or however his name was to be spelled) would let Jo and I just stand around. God, i just wanna kick Mr. Penis in the throat. The rest of school was ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was rehersal. It was fun, except very long. Then orchestra, I barely had time to go home and eat a sammich. I didn't do my homework, but thats ok, cuz i hate reading and i have till 6th hour for my spanish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-107880211722629532?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/107880211722629532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=107880211722629532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107880211722629532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107880211722629532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/03/another-sucky-day-yep-another-sucky.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-107868044284230888</id><published>2004-03-07T11:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T11:30:27.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's sunday. I hate sundays because tommorow is monday, and that means gym. oh well, next week is only 3 days long so it will be more endurable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Gabe told me that he was at Megan's, as usual. anyway her mom walks in on them. He claims they weren't having sex, but he said they were  "mac'n a little" whatever that means and the admited to being halfway naked.&lt;br /&gt;IT ONLY TAKES BEING HALF NAKED TO DO THAT GABE!!!&lt;br /&gt;well he got run out of the house and that story amused me greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad made me go usher at church today, who knew that when you don't have to pay attention it goes by so much faster. there was also this one cute guy ushering as well, it was strange since they never have 2 younger ushers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn* well im going to be tired all day. i hope someone calls me or something or i will be insanley bored. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-107868044284230888?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/107868044284230888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=107868044284230888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107868044284230888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107868044284230888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/03/its-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-107861205284761174</id><published>2004-03-06T16:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T16:30:36.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so bored, so I'm already making another post.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully this one will appear since my first one isn't (at least for me)&lt;br /&gt;well i have been playing Pokemon all day since i woke up and and i have got absolutly nothing done on the game but hatching my egg, evolving it to wobbuffet, and capturing a solrock as well as raised all my pokemon up levels. 5 hours of work and absolutly nothing done.&lt;br /&gt;well im off to raise my solrock so i can hopefully defeat Flannery, the frikken bitch is hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-107861205284761174?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/107861205284761174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=107861205284761174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107861205284761174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107861205284761174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-am-so-bored-so-im-already-making.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6582820.post-107860336547777849</id><published>2004-03-06T16:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T14:06:19.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, my name is Ben. I am a junior in High school.  My nicknames are Squirrel Boy or Jaco. I'm 16 years old and i am gay. Well, i supose that is enough basics about me.  I will probly post later today as well for a real first entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6582820-107860336547777849?l=bengoldkear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/feeds/107860336547777849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6582820&amp;postID=107860336547777849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107860336547777849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6582820/posts/default/107860336547777849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bengoldkear.blogspot.com/2004/03/hi-my-name-is-ben.html' title=''/><author><name>Ben</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12617025485316232068</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hWvaKuGngxo/Shp1ZMP6l9I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9NZPYKphMJA/s1600-R/n33803907_32598208_811.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
