<?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-5590669</id><updated>2012-01-13T12:00:16.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poor Friend Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-109029754126403617</id><published>2004-07-19T23:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T00:25:41.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>inside i know i'm broken but i'm working as far as you can see</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After&amp;nbsp;crashing in any bed i&amp;nbsp;could find over&amp;nbsp;the past week since getting back from Ireland/Scotland, I went back to doing american stuff.&amp;nbsp; Vacation bible school started today and its only a week, but its always a long ass week.&amp;nbsp; Not only do I gotta wake up early but theres always 1 or 2 kids who really deserve to be fed to starving africans.&amp;nbsp; Last year it was Zach and this year it looks to be DJ, who enjoys&amp;nbsp;biting&amp;nbsp;me/keith's shirt and not letting go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;When that was over I stuffed my face with any kind of lunch meat I had in my fridge and took a nap.&amp;nbsp; thats what summers about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;forfa called me at like 830 and we went uptown.&amp;nbsp; then we sat at dunkin donuts for 45 minutes waiting for ed to give us a ride to mcdonalds.&amp;nbsp; and he finally came through, after all the times he was busy or had work or was out,&amp;nbsp;ed finally had the time to bring us somewhere.&amp;nbsp; what a guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10 nuggets and&amp;nbsp;a large coke wasnt enough for me though, when we got dropped back off at dunkin donuts i tossed 2 donuts into my gut quickly and had forfa's dad bring me home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;songs of the day-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;'brenda got a baby' 2pac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;'keep ya head up' 2pac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;'da countdown' redman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;'los angeles is burning' bad religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;'boot stamping on a human face forever' bad religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-109029754126403617?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/109029754126403617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=109029754126403617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/109029754126403617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/109029754126403617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/07/inside-i-know-im-broken-but-im-working.html' title='inside i know i&apos;m broken but i&apos;m working as far as you can see'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-108978356131890797</id><published>2004-07-14T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T15:22:30.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dream as if youll live forever, live as if youll die today</title><content type='html'>I got back from my trip to Ireland/Scotland yesterday.  I could try and explain how much fun I had but itd be impossible.  Besides seeing some of the most beautiful places I'll ever see, I met the most insane kid I've ever met in a life of meeting crazy people.  His name is Wills, but its more of a Z sound.  The stories he told and the way he told them was so fucking funny.  Im never ever gonna forget Wills(Willz), for he brought me some truly great times.  I can try and explain how Willz had me laughing my ass off time after time, but it wouldnt matter, because you seriously need to meet him to understand how crazy and "badass" Wills is.  But back to the rest of the trip, everything was so beautiful.  Things were just cleaner and nicer over there, despite it being cloudy and rainy for most of the day.  The people all seemed nicer then most people over here in the states, the one's I met atleast.  The hotels we stayed in were all nice, especially the Hilton where I met Laura, the love of my life.  I wish I could have stayed there forever, Ireland specifically.  I didnt miss the states much, and things like not having the internet or TV didnt matter.  Best 12 days of my life, and now I gotta start saving for Italy next summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:  How dare I forget to mention that not only did Willz bring me a shitload of giggles but so did weewol noey and emmie, and jamie and jenna and keith.  best people ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 15 Songs of the Moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I Wonder if Heaven Got a Ghetto - 2pac&lt;br /&gt;2. Da Saga Continues - Redman&lt;br /&gt;3. Los Angeles is Burning - Bad Religion&lt;br /&gt;4. I Aint Mad at Cha - 2pac&lt;br /&gt;5. Boot Stamping on a Human Face Forever - Bad Religion&lt;br /&gt;6. The Show - Method Man&lt;br /&gt;7. Brick Intensions - Redman&lt;br /&gt;8. Zero - Smashing Pumpkins&lt;br /&gt;9. Found the Truth Within - H2O&lt;br /&gt;10. Let Them Eat War - Bad Religion&lt;br /&gt;11. Brenda's Got a Baby - 2pac&lt;br /&gt;12. Say it Aint So - Weezer&lt;br /&gt;13. Suicidal Thoughts - Biggie&lt;br /&gt;14. Welcome Back - Mase&lt;br /&gt;15. Xample - One Cool Guy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-108978356131890797?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/108978356131890797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=108978356131890797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108978356131890797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108978356131890797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/07/dream-as-if-youll-live-forever-live-as.html' title='dream as if youll live forever, live as if youll die today'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-108838923594411551</id><published>2004-06-27T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T22:20:35.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and in my head i can hear Jam Master jammin'</title><content type='html'>Summer has been all hunky-dory so far, ROFL LAMO!~!~!  With my trip to Ireland/Scotland approaching I'm trying to enjoy this state and more specifically Kenilworth for all it is worth.  I sure am gonna miss the stink of corroding feces and the seemingly endless amount of unfriendly passer-by's on the streets.  But seriously folks, Kenilworth's gay.  I could go on and whine about all the bad things but I wont.  Anyone reading this from Kenilworth already knows.  I could also talk about all the fun times I've had so far this summer with people like Kevin or Forfa, but I wont do that either.  The next thing I'll thoroughly write about is Ireland/Scotland but that wont be till July 12th or 13th when I get back.  For now I'll just leave you with a list, because everyone loves lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, there is a little thing at the bottom of each of my posts where you can positively comment on my posts or critique my flappy tits and awful smile.  Now here's the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 CD's I Need to Get&lt;br /&gt;1. Redman - &lt;em&gt;Ill at Will Mixtape Vol. 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Maritime - &lt;em&gt;Glass Floor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mos Def and Talib Kweli - &lt;em&gt;Blackstar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Mike Ness - &lt;em&gt;Cheating at Solitaire&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Greg Graffin - &lt;em&gt;American Lesion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Notorious BIG - &lt;em&gt;Ready to Die&lt;/em&gt;(embarrassing that I dont already own it)&lt;br /&gt;7. Dr Dre - &lt;em&gt;The Chronic&lt;/em&gt;(again, embarrassing I dont have it)&lt;br /&gt;8. Method Man - &lt;em&gt;Tical&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Bob Dylan - &lt;em&gt;The Essential Bob Dylan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Burning Airlines - &lt;em&gt;Mission:Control&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-108838923594411551?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/108838923594411551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=108838923594411551' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108838923594411551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108838923594411551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/06/and-in-my-head-i-can-hear-jam-master.html' title='and in my head i can hear Jam Master jammin&apos;'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-108778056331989741</id><published>2004-06-20T20:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T21:16:03.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>end of school</title><content type='html'>school ended friday and thats cool.  now i get to go back to my normal, vampire-like summer routine.  school was awful again this year and itll be even worse next year with the a/b schedule.  but since schools over id rather not think about it till it starts again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;july 1 is comin up and thats when im going to ireland and scotland for two weeks.  thats gonna own everyone elses summer vacations.  ireland is beautiful and ive always wanted to go there.  im really gonna take advantage of getting to go to a place i probably will never get the chance to go to again.  by take advantage i mean im gonna steal all the hotel towels i can.  and maybe take some neat pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i was chillin wit my old man and grandma cause it was fathers day.  we did some family stuff and went out to eat.  it was good, cause the food was good.  and good food is important to a muscle tone-less slob like myself.  not only did i shove as much graham crackers and chicken salad into my beefy face as i could at lunchtime, i devoured a plate of baked lasagna, soup, and ice cream at a diner about 4 hours later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now im home comtemplaying playing a simpsons version of monopoly with my brother or sticking my fingers down my throat to get rid of the shit i ate today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bands/artists im hung up on now:&lt;br /&gt;royce da 5'9&lt;br /&gt;method man&lt;br /&gt;redman&lt;br /&gt;naughty by nature&lt;br /&gt;bob dylan&lt;br /&gt;mike ness&lt;br /&gt;grag graffin&lt;br /&gt;beastie boys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-108778056331989741?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/108778056331989741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=108778056331989741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108778056331989741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108778056331989741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/06/end-of-school.html' title='end of school'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-108718167486912669</id><published>2004-06-13T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T22:54:34.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmmm, delicious</title><content type='html'>Weekends own.  Friday I was hanging out with Forfa and we were just chillin for a bit, then some hunger came.  And when we get hungry, the place to go is White Castle.  Apparently Lunch drives so we got a ride from him and picked ourselves up a crave case.  We killed that in a couple minutes at blackbrook then we needed something to do.  So we were just walking around I forget what street but we found this killer tire.  And we just rollin it around places for a while and we rolled it to Guffy's house.  The rest of the night is pretty weird, and I dont quite remember how it ended, but I went from rollin tires by Guffy's house to eating a steak at Daniela's house.  You can fill in whatever story you want to explain how I ended up there, itll probably make as much sense as the real story.&lt;br /&gt;Then saturday was good.  After the whole "work" thing in the morning I hung out with Kevin and met the girlfriend, Amanda.  She fits in too well with me Keith and Kevin which is why I have to kill her.  No woman are allowed in our lil clique and shes infiltratin stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Pistons-Lakers game is on now and Pistons are up 49-46 right now in the 3rd.  BIG BEN takin it all the way.  Pistons are winning the championship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the weekend- Sunny Day Real Estate&lt;br /&gt;Band of the weekend2- Dismemberment Plan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-108718167486912669?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/108718167486912669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=108718167486912669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108718167486912669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108718167486912669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/06/mmmmm-delicious.html' title='mmmmm, delicious'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-108655458237588962</id><published>2004-06-06T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-06T16:51:43.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mase is back, bitches</title><content type='html'>Ive given into the survey-takin' world of a "blogger".  Im now offically a fat girl.  But filling out these 100 questions has given me something other to do then stare down at my ugly body and contemplate throwing myself into oncoming traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, Mase is back in the hip hop game.  Check out his new single 'Welcome Back' &lt;a href="http://www.nobodysmiling.com/hiphop/news/73976.php"&gt;right here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;1. Who are you? &lt;strong&gt;William Richard Cunningham IV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What are the 3 most important things everyone should know about you?&lt;strong&gt; I love music, parts of the female anatomy, and reciting quotes from movies such as 'Caddyshack 2', 'Malibu's Most Wanted', and 'Police Academy 4'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When you aren't filling out question surveys like this one what are you doing? &lt;strong&gt;Nodding off and waking up in strange places, gambling, and staring at my "Where's the Party?" monkey poster wondering to myself..."Where's the party?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. List your classes in school from the ones you like the most to the ones you like the least (or if you are out of school, think of the classes you did like and didn't like at the time). &lt;strong&gt;English 2, Web Design, World History, Info Processing, Geometry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your biggest goal for this year?&lt;strong&gt; Bang a red-head and get hammered when I go to Ireland and Scotland this summer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Where will you be in 5 years? &lt;strong&gt;I'll figure it out in 5 years.  But most likely i'll be wandering the same road with no future or no destiny.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What do you want to be when you grow up? &lt;strong&gt;A fireman.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you more child-like or childish? &lt;strong&gt;Childish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is the last thing you said out loud?&lt;strong&gt;"HUZZAH!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What song comes closest to how you feel about your life right now? &lt;strong&gt;"King of Fools" - Social Distortion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Have you ever taken martial arts classes? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Does your life tend to get better or worse or does it just stay the same? &lt;strong&gt;It depends on the day, theres no permanent up or down trend.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Does time really heal all wounds? &lt;strong&gt;Not the ones that leave scars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How do you handle a rainy day? &lt;strong&gt;Like I would a sunny day I guess, minus the going outside.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Which is worse...losing your luggage or having to sort out tangled holiday lights? &lt;strong&gt;Having to sort out cum-covered luggage.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. How is your relationship with your parents? &lt;strong&gt;Good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you miss them when they are gone? &lt;strong&gt;Yes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you tend to be aware of what is going on around you? &lt;strong&gt;I'm always aware of everything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What is the truest thing that you know? &lt;strong&gt;Fish dont fry in the kitchen.  Beans don't burn on the grill.  Both are so true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you want your life to be like, as the future takes clearer shape?&lt;strong&gt;I'll figure it out when things clear up.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you ever been given a second chance? &lt;strong&gt;Yepperz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you more of a giver or a taker? &lt;strong&gt;Giver.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you make your decisions with an open heart?&lt;strong&gt;Yeah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is the most physically painful thing that has ever happened to you? &lt;strong&gt;My cousin kicked me so hard in the balls last summer, I'm so glad I didnt piss blood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What is the most emotionally painful thing that has ever happened to you? &lt;strong&gt;Watching Keith do something awful involving my childhood rocking horse at my 5th grade birfday party.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Who have you hugged today? &lt;strong&gt;Mommy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Who has done something today to show they care about you? &lt;strong&gt;My mom had bought home bagels when I woke up at 1:30, and she KNOWS I love bagels.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you have a lot to learn? &lt;strong&gt;I suppose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. If you could learn how to do three things just by wishing and not by working what would they be? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Make origami animals&lt;br /&gt;B Speak fluent Dutch&lt;br /&gt;C Write in cursive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Which do you remember the longest: what other people say, what other people do or how other people make you feel? &lt;strong&gt;All 3, I've got a killer memory.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What are the key ingredients to having a good relationship? &lt;strong&gt;Sex and good post-sex conversation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What 3 things do you want to do before you die? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A See Weezer live&lt;br /&gt;B Hear H2O go back to their roots and put out a good album&lt;br /&gt;C Start my own record label&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What three things would you want to die to avoid doing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A I'd want to die so I dont have to work as a slave on a plantation farm&lt;br /&gt;B I'd want to die so I dont have to be stuck in a really small space for a really long time&lt;br /&gt;C I'd want to die so I dont have to live with AIDs, but ive been OK with it so far&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Is there a cause you believe in more than any other cause?&lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What does each decade make you think of: &lt;br /&gt;The 19.. &lt;br /&gt;20's: &lt;strong&gt;The Roarin' Twenties&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30's: &lt;strong&gt;Depression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40's: &lt;strong&gt;World War II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50's: &lt;strong&gt;Nothing....geeze, i'm glad I didnt live in those boring ass 1950's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60's: &lt;strong&gt;Unprotected sex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70's: &lt;strong&gt;Punk rock&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80's: &lt;strong&gt;Really big hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90's: &lt;strong&gt;The Godfather III&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000 (so far): &lt;strong&gt;Celebrities spending way too much money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Which decade do you feel you belong in and why? &lt;strong&gt;1990's, my real youth took place in the 90's, the days of childhood were my greatest.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What is your favorite oldie/classic rock song? &lt;strong&gt;I got a lot, but ill give ya two im really into now:&lt;br /&gt;"Hurricane" - Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;"Bad Moon Rising" - Creedence Clearwater Revival&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. If you could say any sentence to the president of the USA what would it be? &lt;strong&gt;"WWWWWWWWWWWAAAASSSSSSSSSSSUUUUUUUUUPPPPPP!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What's your favorite TV channel to watch in the middle of the night?&lt;strong&gt;ESPN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. What Disney villain are you the most like and why? &lt;strong&gt;Banzai, the hyena from the Lion King voiced by Cheech Marin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Have you ever been a girl scout/boy scout? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. If you were traveling to another continent would you rather fly or take a boat? &lt;strong&gt;Fly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Why is the sky blue during the day and black at night?&lt;strong&gt; Cause the Earth rotates around the sun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. What does your name mean? &lt;strong&gt;What DOESN'T it mean?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Would you rather explore the deeps of the ocean or outer space? &lt;strong&gt;Ocean, there's lots of cool shit down there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Word association &lt;br /&gt;What is the first word that comes to mind when you see the word: &lt;br /&gt;Air: &lt;strong&gt;Care&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meat: &lt;strong&gt;Loaf&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different: &lt;strong&gt;Pink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink: &lt;strong&gt;Dink&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deserve:&lt;strong&gt; Dessert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White: &lt;strong&gt;Right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elvis: &lt;strong&gt;Costello&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cilantro: &lt;strong&gt;Cilantro?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart: &lt;strong&gt;Fart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clash: &lt;strong&gt;Bash&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulp: &lt;strong&gt;Fiction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. If you could meet any person who is dead and famous who would you want it to be? Rodney Dangerfie....oh wait&lt;br /&gt;47. What if you could meet anyone alive and famous? Rodney Dangerfield&lt;br /&gt;48. Is there a movie that you love so much you could watch it everyday? &lt;strong&gt;Goodfellas, Godfather 1 or 2, Caddyshack, Lion King, Reservoir Dogs, Fight Club, Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. You are going to be stuck alone in an elevator for a week. What do you bring to do? &lt;strong&gt;Lots of pillows and maybe some chocolate pudding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Have you ever saved someone's life or had your life saved? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Make up a definition for the following silly words... &lt;br /&gt;Fruitgoogle: &lt;strong&gt;the tastiest version of Google ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambytime: &lt;strong&gt;stupid, ugly blades of grass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asscactus: &lt;strong&gt;a spiky hair on one's behind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. What was the last thing you made with your own hands? &lt;strong&gt;A mess of myself!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. What was your favorite toy as a child? &lt;strong&gt;Probably a football&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. How many TV’s are in your house? &lt;strong&gt;5 that work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. What is your favorite thing to do outside? &lt;strong&gt;Play football&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. How do you feel when you see a rainbow? &lt;strong&gt;Horny&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Have you ever dreamt a dream that came true? &lt;strong&gt;No, unfortunately I never got to surf with the cast of Happy Days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Have you ever been to a psychic/tarot reader? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. What is your idea of paradise? &lt;strong&gt;A town made of pillows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Do you believe in god and if so what is he/she/it like? &lt;strong&gt;Looks like Brad Pitt and is really, really smart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Do you believe in Hell? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. What one thing have you done that most people haven't? &lt;strong&gt;Watched every episode of TV Funhouse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. What is the kindest thing you have ever done? &lt;strong&gt;One time I gave somebody a mint even though they didnt need it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Are you a patient person? &lt;strong&gt;Only with people who I know aren't capable of doing something theyre supposed to be doing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. What holiday should exist but doesn't? &lt;strong&gt;A rememberance day for both December 7, 1941 and September 11, 2001.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. What holiday shouldn't exist but does? &lt;strong&gt;Martin Luther King Jr Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. What's the best joke you ever heard? &lt;strong&gt;I've yet to hear a funny one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Where is the most fun place you have EVER been? &lt;strong&gt;Asia Restaurant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Is your hair natural or dyed? &lt;strong&gt;Natural&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Do you have any deep dark secrets or are you pretty much up front? &lt;strong&gt;I'm so upfront you'd think I was in the back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. What is under your bed right now? &lt;strong&gt;A cup, an old action figure and my jizz rag......Gotcha!...theres no cups under my bed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. If you were in the Land of Oz would you want to live there or go home? &lt;strong&gt;Go home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. If you drive do you frequently speed? &lt;strong&gt;I dont drive but I will speed when I do.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. What is the world's best song to dance to? &lt;strong&gt;"Shiny Happy People" - REM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. What song was on the last time you danced with someone? &lt;strong&gt;"Feels So Good" - Mase(remember him?)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Do you prefer Disney or Warner Brothers?&lt;strong&gt; Disney&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. What is the first animal you would run to see if you went to the zoo? &lt;strong&gt;I dont "do" zoo's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Would you consider yourself to be romantic? &lt;strong&gt;I'm too much of a playa to be romantic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. If the earth stopped rotating would we all fly off? &lt;strong&gt;If we jumped high enough we would&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. What is the one thing that you love to do so much that you would make sacrifices to be able to do it? &lt;strong&gt;Listen to music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. If you (and everyone) had to lose one right or freedom, but you could pick which one everyone had to lose, what would you pick? &lt;strong&gt;Right to keep and bear arms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. If you had to choose would you live on the equator or at the North Pole? &lt;strong&gt;Equator, I'd have an excuse to blast my A/C year round.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Would you rather give up listening to music or watching television? &lt;strong&gt;Watching television&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. What do you think makes someone a hero? &lt;strong&gt;Tight costume&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. What cartoon would you like to be a character in? &lt;strong&gt;Animaniacs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Name one thing that turns your stomach: &lt;strong&gt;Someone really strong.  Get it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. What was the last thing you paid for? &lt;strong&gt;Lunch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Is there magic even in mundane things? &lt;strong&gt;Mud dancing?  What?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Get anything good in the mail recently? &lt;strong&gt;Yes, a poster and some stickers I won from Punknews.org&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Which would you rather take as a gym class...dancing, sailing, karate, or bowling? &lt;strong&gt;Bowling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. In Star Trek people 'beam' back and forth between different places. What this means is they stand in a little tube and their molecules are deconstructed and sent to another tube somewhere else where they are reassembled. Only problem is when the molecules are deconstructed the person is dead. When they are put back together it is only a clone that has all the dead person's memories. So... &lt;br /&gt;Is the person who gets beamed the same person on both ends? &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. What insects are you afraid of? &lt;strong&gt;Dogs LOL RFLMAO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. If you could print any phrase on a T-shirt, what would it say? &lt;strong&gt;"FREE O.D.B!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. What's the most eccentric thing you have ever worn? &lt;strong&gt;A "Hulk Rules!" t-shirt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. If you could pick one food that you could eat all you wanted but it would have no effect on how much you weigh, what food would it be? &lt;strong&gt;Keebler Fudge Strip cookies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. What are your parents interested in? &lt;strong&gt;My mom loves cigarettes and daddy rides a big motorbike&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Have you ever caught an insect and kept it as a pet? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever caught and tamed a wild animal? &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. What is more helpful to you, wishes or plans? &lt;strong&gt;Neither&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. What does happiness/joy feel like physically? &lt;strong&gt;A boner&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. You are spending the night alone in the woods and may bring only 3 items with you. What do you bring? &lt;strong&gt;A pillow, some girl scout cookies, and maybe a big stick for defendin' myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-108655458237588962?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/108655458237588962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=108655458237588962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108655458237588962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108655458237588962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/06/mase-is-back-bitches.html' title='Mase is back, bitches'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-108647137064219902</id><published>2004-06-05T17:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T17:36:10.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronald Reagan, Dead.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://us.news2.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/p/ap/20040605/capt.ny11206051309.reagan_health_ny112.jpg" width="264" height="380"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Reagan&lt;br /&gt;1911-2004&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slit my wrist for the first time last night....I just couldn't deal with things going on in my life anymore and I wanted to just feel something else.&lt;br /&gt;Actually I just kept my hand on a fence too long when I was hoppin it and my wrist got cut as I was in the air. It does make me look like a psycho, which is great for the image I'm goin for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being my usual bum self and napping for a couple hours after dinner I schlep out of my house to hang out with Keith at about 8:30. Its terrible being car-less in Kenilworth. I cant stand those mongoloids who are old enough to drive but still do nothing but drive around Kenilworth all night. What the hell is the point of that, its just wasting gas, money, and the novelty of having a car and being young. But my bitterness aside, tonight was good. Me and Keith went to those football things again at Brearley and like OMG it wuz SO funy LoLeRz!~!~! Then when I got home there was half a White Castle crave case sitting on my "dining room" table and some Dunkin Donuts munchkins on the kitchen counter. As you can probably already tell, I ate a lot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, in english we have to make a play using some themes from Of Mice and Men. And my group(bury, tom, nicole f. and myself) is doing a killer play. Its just sexual jokes through the whole thing and once MrPickton sees it hes probably gonna make us change a lot of shit, but its fun writing it. Here's an excerpt from Act 1, Scene 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Lou(Tom): Hello love.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Lou's Wife(Nicole): Hey cap'n.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Lou: Why the long face?&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Lou's Wife: (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;Enter Clark Gable&lt;br /&gt;Clark Gable(Mike): Sounds to me like youre not up to par when it comes to bed Louie boy!&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Lou: Dont you have some rooms to clean?&lt;br /&gt;Gable: I s'pose I do, maybe on my way back though I'll stop by your wifes room and give her the good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Lou's Wife: (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Lou: Dont you look at him! (slaps his wife)&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Lou's Wife: (runs off crying)&lt;br /&gt;Exuent Capt. Lou's Wife&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Lou: Damnit Gable thats the 3rd time this week Ive had to slap my wife.&lt;br /&gt;Gable: How does it fell Louie boy to lose your wife from something a house keeper started!&lt;br /&gt;Capt. Lou: That's captain to you sscum. I can fire you like this. (snaps finger)&lt;br /&gt;Gable: Alright Louie, dont be so cold...(walks away then turns slowly)..LIKE YOUR HEART.&lt;br /&gt;(End Scene) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-108647137064219902?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/108647137064219902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=108647137064219902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108647137064219902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108647137064219902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/06/ronald-reagan-dead_05.html' title='Ronald Reagan, Dead.'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-108604420827643981</id><published>2004-05-31T18:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T18:56:48.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been awhile</title><content type='html'>I havent updated in a while, partially because I didnt want to contribute my awfulness to the blog world and partially because I'm too bummed out because of school ending soon to do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Over the past month, my 16th birthday came and went.  I amassed more mosquito bites on my body in one night then Ive ever seen on any one person.  And I found the best blog that you people arent reading(&lt;a href="http://jimnorton.blogspot.com"&gt;jimnorton&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Like I mentioned, schools ending on June 18th I think.  So thats like 14 more days or something, only like 9 though cause that last week is just finals and shit.  And sure, 14 days of school doesnt seem like much but I know that its gonna go by slower then watching an elder family member get sodomized by an autistic teen.  I dont care how many people try and tell me "high school goes by so fast", it doesnt.  And each day is more insufferable and unbearable.  Having to sit through Mrs Writener's horrible faces and spit-fests.&lt;br /&gt;But on a better note, Im going to be getting an iPod within the next week or so.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.bestbuy.com/BestBuy_US/images/products/6011/6011512_sa.jpg" height="300" width="280"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holds up to 5,000 songs and weighs less then 2 cd's.  Plus, rechargeable battery and the batterys life is up to 8 hours.  This thing is basically a must for me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day - 'Hurricane' - Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day2 - entire Pinkerton album- Weezer&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day3 - 'hip hop' - Mos Def&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day4 - 'One More Chance Remix' - Biggie(it was on hot97 when i woke up this morning, yea thats right, i wake up to hot97)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-108604420827643981?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/108604420827643981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=108604420827643981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108604420827643981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108604420827643981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/05/been-awhile.html' title='Been awhile'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-108362005455055579</id><published>2004-05-03T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T17:37:09.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>rock n roll babylon</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0859653188.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" height="375" width="258"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up this book over the weekend and its very good.  A very informative book on the history of rock n roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that, not much has been goin on lately, hence the lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"recording artists" of lately - one man army, biggie, outkast(more specifically big boi), ludacris, bad religion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-108362005455055579?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/108362005455055579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=108362005455055579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108362005455055579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108362005455055579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/05/rock-n-roll-babylon.html' title='rock n roll babylon'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-108240418665697066</id><published>2004-04-19T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T15:55:19.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Boot Stamping On A Human Face Forever"</title><content type='html'>“Don’t ever dare to hope,” he said &lt;br /&gt;“So I’m never let down too bad &lt;br /&gt;“I know there’s nowhere to go &lt;br /&gt;“So I’ll just stay here, instead” &lt;br /&gt;He knew better than to pull at a thread &lt;br /&gt;They unravel like the thoughts in his head &lt;br /&gt;He looked out; it filled him with dread &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent updated this ol' thing for over a week, and its cause spring break was non stop rockin.  Sucks that its over but it was good while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Bad Religion album, 'The Empire Strikes First', out June 8th!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.epitaph.com/_lib/stream.php?f=The Empire Strikes First.jpg&amp;p=/5/369/369_hi.jpg" height="200" width="225"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-108240418665697066?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/108240418665697066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=108240418665697066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108240418665697066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108240418665697066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/04/boot-stamping-on-human-face-forever.html' title='&quot;Boot Stamping On A Human Face Forever&quot;'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-108165909061530877</id><published>2004-04-11T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T00:57:24.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>puppy love</title><content type='html'>this is not a test &lt;br /&gt;of the emergency broadcast system &lt;br /&gt;when malibu fires and radio towers &lt;br /&gt;conspire to dance again &lt;br /&gt;and I cannot believe the media Mecca &lt;br /&gt;they're only trying to battle reality, catch it on prime time, story at nine &lt;br /&gt;the whole world is goin' insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring break is great man, another great day.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and did the whole work thing, it was especially easy today cause its a holiday weekend so there wasnt like any ads in the papers.  I got that done quick.&lt;br /&gt;Then I went and hung out with kevin, cause hes good stuff.  we chilled for a bit then called up keith to get him in on the hangin out action.  then we were walking uptown and we ran into noelle and serge, maybe surge, i dont know.  anywho, that was real good times, because hanging out with more people is usually gooder then just sitting around with the same old two people.  &lt;br /&gt;so where was i, ah yes.  well we all went to harding and chilled there for a bit, then kevin left and the remaining four of us went to these football things and were all like laying on them and stuff, it was psychadelic.  we made our way uptown and lets fast forward a bit.  &lt;br /&gt;noelle went somewhere, and me, keith and serge/surge/sugar were sitting on some benches in front of subcity.  then noelle came back and this lost or possibly stray dog was with her.  it was cool cause we bought the dog to the police station and saved it from the cruel, cruel world it would have had to dealt with had we not bought it to shelter!  i hope someone claims the dog and it goes on to live a nice, sheltered life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the day- 'beautiful' snoop dogg ft. pharrell&lt;br /&gt;song of the day2- 'juicy' notorious BIG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-108165909061530877?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/108165909061530877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=108165909061530877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108165909061530877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108165909061530877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/04/puppy-love.html' title='puppy love'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-108156775269695728</id><published>2004-04-09T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T23:31:59.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cant stop me</title><content type='html'>I'm incurable but durable, it's easy to see &lt;br /&gt;Lack of restraint is a complaint of those around me &lt;br /&gt;I know that others postpone &lt;br /&gt;Gratification well I lack that affectation &lt;br /&gt;Let's get it right, there's no end in sight &lt;br /&gt;And I can't stop, can't stop, can't stop it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight was great.  i was hanging out with keith and we went to go get some donuts from the ol' dumpster, like always.  but we got there and guess what?  there was fuckin chains on the dumpster, they chained the fucker up so we couldnt open it up and take the donut bags.  i was crushed, simply heart broken.  you know, you never really know how good you have something...until you dont have it anymore.  so me and keith were just sitting around, i was just stunned that something like this would happen, that those pigs at dunkin donuts would lock up the dumpster so we couldnt get the donuts anymore.  and i knew exactly why they chained it up.  i was playing the scene in my head, im not gonna type it up cause its too long, but i know EXACTLY how and why that chain was there.  so we're sitting in front of subcity and i couldnt give up on the donuts, they wouldnt have given up on me.  so im like "keith, lets go by the dumpster and just look at it, see if theres any possible way to get it off."  so we go over there and im looking at the chain and i just realize "oh shit, keith look.  that chain is loose as hell."  so i go up to the dumpster, pull the chain forward a bit....pull it a lil bit more forward...pull it some more and.....ITS OFF!  ITS FUCKING OFF!  That damn simple, it was locked but the chain wasnt tight, all i had to do was pull it off.  so we got the donuts and they had to be the sweetest donuts ive ever tasted.&lt;br /&gt;but we've got to be smarter this time.   no more going behind the library and chuckin donuts everywhere, cause like i said before i know exactly why the chain was there.  it was irresponsibility and stupidity on my, forfa, and bury's part.  weve got to be smarter this time, so they dont realize we're still getting the donuts and they dont wind up doing something else to keep up from our precious donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the day "cant stop it" - bad religion&lt;br /&gt;song of the day 2 - "beautiful" - snoop dogg feat. pharrell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-108156775269695728?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/108156775269695728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=108156775269695728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108156775269695728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108156775269695728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/04/cant-stop-me.html' title='cant stop me'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-108119615130820711</id><published>2004-04-05T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T16:18:33.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it coulda been something special</title><content type='html'>it coulda been good, it coulda been something special&lt;br /&gt;It coulda been good &lt;br /&gt;it coulda been something special &lt;br /&gt;it may have had real potential &lt;br /&gt;it never could show &lt;br /&gt;It coulda been great &lt;br /&gt;it could been something alright &lt;br /&gt;but we never did keep it that tight &lt;br /&gt;so whaddya know? &lt;br /&gt;I get up at 5am I so don't need those dreams that I used to have &lt;br /&gt;It coulda been swell &lt;br /&gt;it coulda been off the hook now &lt;br /&gt;if we ever had what it took now &lt;br /&gt;I haven't a clue &lt;br /&gt;I think it's as well &lt;br /&gt;we may have been on the right track &lt;br /&gt;finding all the pieces we lack &lt;br /&gt;but what can you do? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, whats been goin on lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;-Dont really remember what happened friday, its kinda a blur, if you catch my drift.  What I do remember about friday was Bury being around.  Thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;-Did the whole "work" thing in the morning, took a nap in afternoon and then went to jessica's sweet 16 thing.  it was good times, but the real fun was afterwards.  i wound up stayin at forfa's for the night, and that was kinda uncomfortable, but the breakfast was reeeaaall good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;-Did the whole "sunday" thing on sunday and you know how that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm watchin some nice afternoon baseball, Cubs vs Reds.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, only 56 days till Opie and Anthony can come back on the radio, aaahhh, thats gonna be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day - 'following through' - the dismemberment plan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-108119615130820711?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/108119615130820711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=108119615130820711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108119615130820711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108119615130820711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/04/it-coulda-been-something-special.html' title='it coulda been something special'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-108077400739685142</id><published>2004-03-31T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T18:02:44.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>word to yo' motha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.eatabullet.com/general/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewstory&amp;uid=119&amp;colid=44"&gt;Jim Norton's List of Lists&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, lets see.  Well the weekend rocked, hard.  Too hard.  So hard that ive barely slept since saturday night.  Since Sunday afternoon i've had a constant feeling that I need to sleep, it hurts to keep my eyes open.  So ill go lay down, but I cant fall asleep.  And its not like I just cant sleep during the days, I cant sleep at night either.  Ive gotten about 4 1/2 maybe 5 hours of sleep a night since sunday.  its terrible, i dont even remember half the stuff that ive done since sunday.  &lt;br /&gt;ughck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song of the day - 'changes' 2pac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-108077400739685142?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/108077400739685142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=108077400739685142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108077400739685142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108077400739685142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/03/word-to-yo-motha.html' title='word to yo&apos; motha'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-108008705622278248</id><published>2004-03-23T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T19:14:44.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="black" size="8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEZER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.weezer.com/karlscorner/16/20040318weezer01.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.weezer.com/karlscorner/16/20040318weezer02.jpg"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-108008705622278248?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/108008705622278248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=108008705622278248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108008705622278248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/108008705622278248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/03/weezer.html' title=''/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107999328117931063</id><published>2004-03-22T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T17:10:29.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend</title><content type='html'>i dont feel much like writing, even though my weekend was uber cool.  heres just a short list of some really cool stuff that happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the brown's van incident&lt;br /&gt;-BKM films&lt;br /&gt;-donut stuff&lt;br /&gt;-more donut stuff&lt;br /&gt;-and alot of other stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music for the day - "BILL Kozby" - one cool guy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107999328117931063?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107999328117931063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107999328117931063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107999328117931063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107999328117931063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/03/weekend.html' title='weekend'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107966462307144727</id><published>2004-03-18T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T21:52:47.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I like you and sometimes I don't, &lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm gonna and then I won't.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna live to see a hundred, &lt;br /&gt;oter times I wanna lay down and die. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm weak and sometimes I'm strong,&lt;br /&gt;You know that I've loved all along. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm rich and sometimes I'm poor, &lt;br /&gt;nothing really matters when you're dead on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm hot and sometimes I'm cold,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm getting old. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm fast and other times I'm slow, &lt;br /&gt;other times I don't even want to go.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I laugh and sometimes I cry, &lt;br /&gt;other times I sit and wonder why. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm up and sometimes I'm down, &lt;br /&gt;other times I wanna blow this town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, i finally got braces today.  the only thing i hate is that it took me until im 15 to get them.  theyre not gonna be off until this time senior year, which is a bummer.  plus, its uncomfortable when i eat, but its ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fashion show thing was tonight, and i was supposed to be a helper or something, so naturally i did zero work.  I did steal some ice cream snickers and chipwiches from the cafeteria freezer, but because of this stupid metal in my mouth i couldnt even eat my stolen food, and stolen food is the best food of them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band of the day - 2pac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107966462307144727?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107966462307144727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107966462307144727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107966462307144727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107966462307144727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/03/sometimes.html' title='sometimes'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107927918632184546</id><published>2004-03-14T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T10:48:46.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>live life</title><content type='html'>live life for life's sake each and every day no matter how bad things get you've got to live it that way you may think i live in a dream but tell me is it a crime to enjoy life to the extreme while you've got the time you got to live life no sense in despair there's meaning somewhere you've just got to search live life it's all you've got and there's not much that is given you can't overcome the mortality of your living it's true you didn't ask to be born so tell me why are you here we all know that life seems forlorn how can you analyze your fear? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was real good times.  After work I hung out with Keith and we went to McDonalds.  After that we were walking down 16th street towards the park and Faizon, Carl, and this kid Danny turned around the corner.  We were shocked, utterly shocked.  So they wanted to play manhunt so I called up Bury so we could have even teams.  We played that for a bit then Faizon had to leave and the game ended.  Then for some reason me and carl were wrestling and he kept trying to stick his finger into my nose and ear.  And im thinking 'wait, isnt that worse for him?".  Then me keith and mike went to mike's house and they played some nhl 2004 and then we all enjoyed timesplitters2.  So now its like 6 and keiths wants to go home and me and mike wanted to go uptown.  so we did that.  mike called forfa up and we met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is where the funnest part of the day started:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to [undiclosed location](tho its pretty obvious) and got our usual bag of old donuts and munchkins.  we ate them for a bit but then found some kids that were interested in a donut war.  so we gave them some donuts and let the fun begin.  i dont have to describe everything that went on during the donut war but alot did.  I beat the crap out of those rook's though.  they had no idea how to effectively pelt someone with a nice powdered munchkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that was over me mike and forfa just sat around for a bit and forfa left somewhere and then soon after me and mike went home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music for the day - Dr. Dre - "keep their headz ringin'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107927918632184546?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107927918632184546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107927918632184546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107927918632184546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107927918632184546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/03/live-life.html' title='live life'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107897842460826794</id><published>2004-03-10T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T23:18:04.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OLSEN TWIN COUNTDOWN!</title><content type='html'>93 days, 23 hours, 44 minutes, and 23 seconds until The Olsen Twins Are Legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.daleford.com/wallpaper12.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107897842460826794?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107897842460826794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107897842460826794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107897842460826794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107897842460826794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/03/olsen-twin-countdown.html' title='OLSEN TWIN COUNTDOWN!'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107871572184551674</id><published>2004-03-07T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T22:17:35.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>spread for me</title><content type='html'>I don't want to move too fast, but&lt;br /&gt;Can't resist your sexy ass&lt;br /&gt;Just spread, spread for me&lt;br /&gt;(I can't, I can't wait to get you home)&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to come on too strong, but&lt;br /&gt;I'll play in you all day long&lt;br /&gt;Just spread, spread for me&lt;br /&gt;(I can't, I can't wait to get you home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good ol weekends.  Yesterday I went to best buy and blew 40 bucks.  I had to get some new headphones and so i got these clip ones.  They clip on your ears and crap, theyre good but they dont get close enough to your ear so its hard to hear the bass in songs unless the volume is loud or you hold the headphones close to your ear.  I also got 2 cd's:&lt;br /&gt;'Banned in DC: &lt;strong&gt;Bad Brains &lt;/strong&gt;Greatest Riffs'&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;'Speakerboxxx/The Love Below' -&lt;strong&gt; OutKast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two great cd's, the quality on the Bad Brains cd is bad, but thats how it was back in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to my cousin's party and then at 7 did some other stuff back here in kenilworth.  Y'know, good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Outkast&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day2 - Tupac&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107871572184551674?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107871572184551674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107871572184551674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107871572184551674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107871572184551674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/03/spread-for-me.html' title='spread for me'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107852784519170187</id><published>2004-03-05T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T18:06:16.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i want it all</title><content type='html'>I want it all; money, fast cars&lt;br /&gt;Diamond rings, gold chains and champagne&lt;br /&gt;Shit, everydamn thing&lt;br /&gt;I want it all; houses, expenses&lt;br /&gt;My own business, a truck, hmm, and a couple o' Benz's&lt;br /&gt;I want it all; brand new socks and draws &lt;br /&gt;And I'm ballin everytime I stop and talk to y'all&lt;br /&gt;I want it all, all, all, all&lt;br /&gt;I want it all, all, all, all, all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much has happened this week but its friday, and you know what goes down on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;3 months, 26 days till Ireland/Scotland!&lt;br /&gt;87 days, 6 hours till Opie and Anthony can return to radio!&lt;br /&gt;99 days, 4 hours till the Olsen twins are legal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Warren G&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day2 - Tupac&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day3 - Dr Dre&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day4 - Snoop Dogg&lt;br /&gt;(as you can see im on a huge old school death row records music binge)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107852784519170187?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107852784519170187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107852784519170187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107852784519170187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107852784519170187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-want-it-all.html' title='i want it all'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107818262473025649</id><published>2004-03-01T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T18:12:32.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>do you wanna dance with me?</title><content type='html'>Hey you in the red dress,&lt;br /&gt;I know you're not trying to impress me.&lt;br /&gt;In line from a distance,&lt;br /&gt;Too scared at all to ask your name.&lt;br /&gt;All alone in the dark summer night,&lt;br /&gt;And I regret to this day,&lt;br /&gt;That I never got your name.&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna dance with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ski Trip was this weekend, it was so great I dont even wanna write about it.  Just imagine, in your head, how cool it was.  Cool...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the weekend - Rancid&lt;br /&gt;Band of the weekend2 - Bouncing Souls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107818262473025649?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107818262473025649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107818262473025649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107818262473025649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107818262473025649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/03/do-you-wanna-dance-with-me.html' title='do you wanna dance with me?'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107758141068263500</id><published>2004-02-23T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T19:12:11.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>someday soon</title><content type='html'>Shakin' sugar from a sugar spoon&lt;br /&gt;Peppermint tea afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Alone, alone, alone&lt;br /&gt;Taking a shower take another nap&lt;br /&gt;Watching television take a bath&lt;br /&gt;Alone, alone, alone&lt;br /&gt;Feel like a book, but I just cant start it&lt;br /&gt;Feel like a lover, brokenhearted&lt;br /&gt;Look in the mirror at the face in the glass&lt;br /&gt;Look like a question no one ever asks&lt;br /&gt;Alone&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Lone lonely alone&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Go for a walk, go for a drive&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the stereo stay inside&lt;br /&gt;Alone, alone, alone&lt;br /&gt;Feel like a book, but I just cant start it&lt;br /&gt;Feel like a lover, brokenhearted&lt;br /&gt;Look in the mirror at the face in the glass&lt;br /&gt;Look like a question no one ever asks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out after school with kevin, but he had to go home at like 4:30 cause all of a suddens hes a ladies man.  So then I went to SubCity with keith and then at like 6 he had to go to that lame rockfest thing.  So THEN i hung out with forfa and bury and it was great times.  We scored ourselves a nice bag of donuts and munchkins and fun ensued.  Then alot of other stuff happened, fun stuff, but I'm not big on the whole idea of typing, so im not gonna write it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt have work cause my mom messed up and said i wasnt gonna go when I was, so I'm out of 15 bucks this week, which is like my lunch money.  So i guess im not eating much this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt do much sunday on acount of me being tired.  I had to go to this meeting thing for the "big" ski trip next week.  Then when I got home I wasnt tired anymore and like usual, I didnt get to sleep till about 1:30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh....monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Wilco(WILCO!!)&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day 2 - Mike Ness(solo stuff)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107758141068263500?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107758141068263500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107758141068263500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107758141068263500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107758141068263500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/02/someday-soon.html' title='someday soon'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107724763880552353</id><published>2004-02-19T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T22:29:15.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>here today gone tommorrow</title><content type='html'>The times have changed and the trends move on&lt;br /&gt;The spirit of youth I still carry on&lt;br /&gt;Close minded attitudes, you know the youth crew&lt;br /&gt;Alienating everyone who didn't &lt;br /&gt;think like!&lt;br /&gt;who didn't&lt;br /&gt;Act like!&lt;br /&gt;Who didn't&lt;br /&gt;Look like!&lt;br /&gt;YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I stayed home from school to "recover" from my surgery.  But my mom wouldnt let me stay home today so i went to school and rocked my pimp chain.  I still have no idea where my math book is, i lost it like the second day of geometry.  It's ok though, itll turn up by june....hopefully.  After school i...stayed home...and then went to play basketball with forfa, keith, and bury.  Its so stupid, im done with that garbage for now.  i didnt even run once during the whole game, i just kinda threw my arms around in attempt to block some shots.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - H2O&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day 2 - Outkast&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107724763880552353?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107724763880552353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107724763880552353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107724763880552353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107724763880552353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/02/here-today-gone-tommorrow.html' title='here today gone tommorrow'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107703496393929063</id><published>2004-02-17T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T11:24:37.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmmm....surgery</title><content type='html'>Ain't nobody dope as me I'm just so fresh so clean&lt;br /&gt;Don't you think I'm so sexy I'm just so fresh so clean&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nobody dope as me I'm just so fresh so clean&lt;br /&gt;I love when you stare at me I'm just so fresh so clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my surgery on my teeth yesterday and it rocked.  First, they gave me the gas and I was getting all shaky and paranoid cause i thought i couldnt feel my balls, and the thought of that scares me alot.  But then I just realized it was the gas and I started laughing about my previous worries.  Then I would crack up everytime the doctor pulled a tooth(4 teeth) because I couldnt feel the pain of it but i could feel the 'pluck!' and that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, now I have this gold chain attached to an adult tooth thats growing in completely sideways in my gum, and the dentist tugs on the chain every now and then to bring the tooth into place.  But the chain is awesome, cause I'm all bling bling-ed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one who hasnt had oral surgery and gotten the laughing gas, needs to get it.  And if you know somewhere where I can buy a tank of the gas and use it when needed, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - OutKast(mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...OutKast)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107703496393929063?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107703496393929063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107703496393929063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107703496393929063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107703496393929063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/02/mmmmmsurgery.html' title='mmmmm....surgery'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107686316959165449</id><published>2004-02-15T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T11:41:21.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lost child</title><content type='html'>But Johnny wasn't crazy&lt;br /&gt;He was just an angry boy&lt;br /&gt;But Johnny wasn't crazy&lt;br /&gt;He was just a lonely boy&lt;br /&gt;But Johnny wasn't crazy&lt;br /&gt;He was just a frightened boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well after work yesterday bury was itchin' to play some sports, so me and Keith went to his house.  Then forfa came over and we played basketball, me and keith won 21-18.  It fuckin figures too, the first game we played the other day we all put in 5 bucks for the winners, and me and keith lost that game.  then today we were playing for fun and we owned the court the whole game, led the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at like 7 i went and hung out with kevin, cause i barely see kevin anymore.  damn him and his better-then-brearley school.  well we just hung around, went to dunkin donuts and shit.  the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Social Distortion(mike ness is probably the person i most want to meet in life, and i probably never will)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107686316959165449?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107686316959165449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107686316959165449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107686316959165449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107686316959165449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/02/lost-child.html' title='lost child'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107673221554056000</id><published>2004-02-13T23:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T23:18:46.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ballad of a lonely man</title><content type='html'>I'm young and I'm strong&lt;br /&gt;I've got this God forsaken world by the balls!&lt;br /&gt;I've got a one-way ticket to freedom&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got no one now gonna take it from me&lt;br /&gt;My whole life I could not arrange &lt;br /&gt;My wicked ways I could never change&lt;br /&gt;Don't try, don't try now to understand&lt;br /&gt;For this is the ballad of a lonely man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sub City=officially the best place in Kenilworth.  I had their cheesesteak tonight, and its brilliantly good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to senior high with bury and keith, and we went and saw 'miracle' with larry and sarah.   Goodness gracious that movie is great.  It just makes you feel so great about being American.  I only wish I wouldve been alive in '80 to see the real game.  Either way, GREAT movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Mike Ness(his solo stuff is gold, and im incredibly excited for the new social d album, out sometime this year)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107673221554056000?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107673221554056000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107673221554056000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107673221554056000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107673221554056000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/02/ballad-of-lonely-man.html' title='ballad of a lonely man'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107646764346154793</id><published>2004-02-10T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T21:49:10.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pay to...</title><content type='html'>I make decision with precision&lt;br /&gt;Lost inside this manned collision&lt;br /&gt;Just to see that what is to be&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly my fantasy&lt;br /&gt;I came to know with now dismay&lt;br /&gt;That in this world we all must pay&lt;br /&gt;Pay to write, pay to play&lt;br /&gt;Pay to cum, pay to fight&lt;br /&gt;And all in time,&lt;br /&gt;With just our minds&lt;br /&gt;We soon will find&lt;br /&gt;What's left behind&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago when things were slow&lt;br /&gt;We all got by with what we know&lt;br /&gt;The end is near. Hearts filled with fear&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to listen to what they hear&lt;br /&gt;And so it's now we choose to fight&lt;br /&gt;To stick up for our bloody right&lt;br /&gt;The right to sing, the right to dance&lt;br /&gt;The right is ours... We'll take the chance&lt;br /&gt;A peace together&lt;br /&gt;A piece apart&lt;br /&gt;A piece of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;From our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to st theresas with forfa and bury to give some money for this ski trip thing at the end of the month.  then we hung around for a bit.  when i got from at like 6 i ate and then hung out with keith until like 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got home and went back out to hang out with keith.  we ate a sub city cause they have the best ham in kenilworth.  plus, they sell lots of varietys of stewarts soda, which i love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm home printing out a bunch of technology/computer articles and writing paragraphs about them to hand in each week for web design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the Day - Bad Brains&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107646764346154793?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107646764346154793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107646764346154793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107646764346154793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107646764346154793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/02/pay-to.html' title='pay to...'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107629620167365324</id><published>2004-02-08T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T22:11:47.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i love my computer</title><content type='html'>I love my computer&lt;br /&gt;you're always in the mood&lt;br /&gt;I get turned on&lt;br /&gt;when I turn on you&lt;br /&gt;I love my computer&lt;br /&gt;you never ask for more&lt;br /&gt;you can be a princess&lt;br /&gt;or you can be my whore&lt;br /&gt;and it's never been quite so easy&lt;br /&gt;I've never been quite so happy&lt;br /&gt;the world outside is so big&lt;br /&gt;but it's safe in my domain&lt;br /&gt;because to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a number&lt;br /&gt;and a clever screen name&lt;br /&gt;all I need to do is click on you&lt;br /&gt;and we'll be together for eternity&lt;br /&gt;and no one is ever gonna take my love&lt;br /&gt;from me because I've got security,&lt;br /&gt;her password and a key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and sunday was the weekend, did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Bad Religion(i love my computer)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107629620167365324?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107629620167365324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107629620167365324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107629620167365324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107629620167365324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-love-my-computer.html' title='i love my computer'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107585862265806742</id><published>2004-02-03T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T21:21:48.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>take your time</title><content type='html'>I am not afraid of doing the things I do. There must be something better than liveing just like you. Is this what scares you deep inside your soul is this the trip that takes you where you're so afraid to go. Take your time and don't you fight what you know is true. Take your time. You're so afraid of dying but you're not afraid of flying. Did you think that I would run from you. Did you think you'd make me hide. There's a peaceful reality above the earth and sky a beautiful situation awaits our faithful eyes. Seeing you confused really don't turn me on. I wish taht you would let go and let me lead you on. Living with this love has blessed my earthy form, the soul is everlasting and here. I'm safe and warm. I have tasted fruits and honey from a land so far away. I'd like you to come with me and stay for a day. A million miles and running the atmosphere is stunning. I know you'll want to stay here for the rest of your days. Open up you mind and let your soul do the thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a consultation with an oral surgeon today.  Im gonna have surgery on my teeth on february 16th, which sucks.  Not cause i have to get surgery, but cause i have to get it on a day we have off of school, so i dont get to get signed out early.  That pisses me off cause ive never gotten signed out of school early for a dentist appointment(oral surgeon=dentist to me, its all the same).  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the first day of the semester was today.  English is kool &amp; the gang.  Math is gonna be boring as fuck, based on the fact that theres like 8 people in my class.  I got web design again for oppurtunity period and i guess ill just rock that class since i know my html.  I'm never failing a class again either, I got info processing with all these lil freshmens.  Its annoying as fuck.  Then history, and again my class has only like 13 people in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Bad Brains(again)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107585862265806742?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107585862265806742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107585862265806742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107585862265806742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107585862265806742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/02/take-your-time.html' title='take your time'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107577967827284201</id><published>2004-02-02T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T22:42:57.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>dont need it</title><content type='html'>Don't need the latest fashions. Don't want my hair to smell clean.&lt;br /&gt;I've got my automotion,&lt;br /&gt;I've got that superpotion.&lt;br /&gt;And if you think I'm going crazy,&lt;br /&gt;Then pretty baby it might be true babe.&lt;br /&gt;We don't need no first class. Don't need no second class.&lt;br /&gt;All of the best-of, all that can kiss my ass.&lt;br /&gt;I've got my claim to fame,&lt;br /&gt;I've got that positive flame.&lt;br /&gt;And if you think I'm going crazy,&lt;br /&gt;Then pretty baby it might be you babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with keith today.  thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Bad Brains(black guys playing hardcore punk=supercool.  black guys being very homophobic=not real cool, but its the music that matters and bad brains rock)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107577967827284201?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107577967827284201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107577967827284201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107577967827284201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107577967827284201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/02/dont-need-it.html' title='dont need it'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107558505037019443</id><published>2004-01-31T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T16:39:07.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>go!</title><content type='html'>Well I woke up with this feeling yesterday&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard I tried I couldn't say&lt;br /&gt;Where it came from and what it did to me&lt;br /&gt;Like a hole inside too wide and way too deep&lt;br /&gt;But I know, I'm gonna find my way&lt;br /&gt;And I know, I gotta have my say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like writing about yesterday so i'll use keith's entry from his&lt;a href="http://whiteriotkdr.blogspot.com/"&gt; new blog&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well the past week has been pretty boring. On monday I stayed in school for about an hour and then went home sick. I stayed home tuesday, and wensday we got the day off on account of the snow. Thursday was a half day due to the finals we took. They were easy. I think I got A's on both. Friday was fun, I guess. I putzed around with Bill. Then we went to the church for some good disease playing. I also played bloody knuckles. Bill won. But it was my first time, so whatever. That was it. Well, I'm off to "do" my report for history. SEE YA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the week: All American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;Band of the week #2:Alkaline Trio"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that wouldnt seem quite right coming from my mouth.  So what i need you, the reader, to do is take out some sentences from keith's entry so it can become mine.  Take out everything from "Well the past week..." to "...I think I got A's on both."  Now read the paragraph over but everytime you see the word "Bill" change it to "Keith".  And "won" to "lost".  And first" to "second", and "Well, I'm off to "do" my report for history.  SEE YA!" to "Well, I'm off to "eat" some cheez-it's, peace dude's and dudette's."  Then, take out both of his bands of the week and change that to: Band of the day - H2O(one life, one chance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it should look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was fun, I guess. I putzed around with Keith. Then we went to the church for some good disease playing. I also played bloody knuckles. Keith lost, I won. But it was my second time, so whatever. That was it. Well, I'm off to "eat" some cheez-it's, peace dude's and dudette's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - H2O(one life, one chance)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107558505037019443?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107558505037019443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107558505037019443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107558505037019443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107558505037019443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/01/go.html' title='go!'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107543992305872357</id><published>2004-01-30T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T00:20:18.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no role model</title><content type='html'>I feel so lonely in your world&lt;br /&gt;So disappointed in your world&lt;br /&gt;I'm making my own way&lt;br /&gt;Trying to learn from my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got no role model&lt;br /&gt;No footsteps I can follow&lt;br /&gt;I'm making my own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks been easy.  Didnt do like shit in any of my classes this week.  We had a snow day yesterday and finals today.  Finals=half day.  So after i got out of school i hung out with forfa and bury for a bit, did a lil uptownin'.  Then I went home and took a nap because thats all I do.  Then at about 9 i went out with forfa again and just got home about a half hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - H2O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107543992305872357?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107543992305872357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107543992305872357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107543992305872357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107543992305872357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/01/no-role-model.html' title='no role model'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107515428287284481</id><published>2004-01-26T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T16:59:34.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I fear that I'm ordinary</title><content type='html'>I fear that I'm ordinary, just like everyone&lt;br /&gt;To lie here and die among the sorrows&lt;br /&gt;Adrift among the days&lt;br /&gt;For everything I ever said&lt;br /&gt;And everything I've ever done is gone and dead&lt;br /&gt;As all things must surely have to end&lt;br /&gt;And great lovers will one day have to part&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am meant for this world&lt;br /&gt;My life has been extraordinary&lt;br /&gt;Blessed and cursed and won&lt;br /&gt;Time heals but I'm forever broken&lt;br /&gt;By and by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was fine i guess.  friday night at senior high we didnt do anything, but larry hit me in the balls incredibly, extroardinarily, painfully hard with a dodgeball.  i had work on saturday and work is work.  then sunday when i got home from my dads i had to do me and forfa's project for web design.  &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/fridgesgradearefrigerators"&gt;here it is.&lt;/a&gt;  I did that all last night, it stinks but its better then our cuts'n'curls site, which id rather not put a link to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Smashing Pumpkins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107515428287284481?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107515428287284481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107515428287284481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107515428287284481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107515428287284481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-fear-that-im-ordinary.html' title='I fear that I&apos;m ordinary'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107482682526376710</id><published>2004-01-22T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T22:01:53.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I’ve got everything I want but I'm losing my mind</title><content type='html'>The art and talent shows were last night...or...two nights ago.  Or maybe last night, i dont know.  But either way, there was an art and talent show at brearley recently.  I had two things in the art show, and they both stunk on ice.  The talent show was good..........FOR ME TO POOP ON.  Actually some of the stuff was so-so, nothing I couldnt do...except dance...and sing...and play drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that things have been boring recently.  I havent been able to swing all week with the snow/ice and other plans I may have had.  I miss my swinging, its so fun.  Maybe tommorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Dismemberment Plan(if you people hadnt noticed, the titles for my entries now have basically become lines from songs from the bands of the day, just thought i'd clear that up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107482682526376710?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107482682526376710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107482682526376710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107482682526376710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107482682526376710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/01/ive-got-everything-i-want-but-im.html' title='I’ve got everything I want but I&apos;m losing my mind'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107455845799837267</id><published>2004-01-19T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T19:29:03.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a girl and I want her now</title><content type='html'>Hmmmmmmmm, Martin Luther King Jr was a great man.  There should be more people like him.  Not in the righteous, black power sort of way, but in the get me off of school for a day sort of way.  But tommorrow its back to school to round out of the final days of the semester.  For the heck of it, I might as well throw out my 2nd semester schedule.&lt;br /&gt;1stperiod- english 2/pickton&lt;br /&gt;2ndperiod- math/writener&lt;br /&gt;4thperiod-info processing/antao&lt;br /&gt;5thperiod-history/miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit schedule but im not gonna worry about it till the semester actually begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Bouncing Souls(again)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107455845799837267?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107455845799837267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107455845799837267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107455845799837267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107455845799837267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-want-girl-and-i-want-her-now.html' title='I want a girl and I want her now'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107436290617878713</id><published>2004-01-17T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T13:09:49.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No one will ever be like me</title><content type='html'>He was only 16 and he knew he wasn't like anyone else.  Listening to his records in his room, he knew something had to change somewhere or he would go insane.  But when some years slipped by and he still felt the same, people and money came and went but the only thing that stayed the same were the feelings he felt when those records played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with Keith last night.  We were bound to my house because of the cold, and then things got worse when my nintendo64 wouldnt work.  Speaking of work, I had it this morning.  Speaking of this morning, I also got my hair cut.  Now Im home just doin nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Bouncing Souls&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107436290617878713?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107436290617878713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107436290617878713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107436290617878713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107436290617878713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/01/no-one-will-ever-be-like-me.html' title='No one will ever be like me'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107418000057654923</id><published>2004-01-15T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T10:21:21.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No school today because of the snow, so thats cool.  I'm still gonna be working on my window project for art if I dont go out, because Mrs Marsili will lynch me if I dont get it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Mouthwash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107418000057654923?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107418000057654923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107418000057654923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107418000057654923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107418000057654923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/01/no-school-today-because-of-snow-so.html' title=''/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107392660541731176</id><published>2004-01-12T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T11:58:03.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How could I?</title><content type='html'>How could I possibly go to school today?  I deserve this day off, so I got it.  I mean, I havent been absent any other day of the year so why not today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I doing at home while all you chumpstains are at school?  Watching Ferris Bueller's Day Off, and Friday.  Maybe I'll watch a lil Caddyshack later.  Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, I had some other business to take care, meaning my biology final project which is due today.  I got that done with earlier this morning though, so I'm good for the rest of the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107392660541731176?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107392660541731176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107392660541731176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107392660541731176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107392660541731176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/01/how-could-i.html' title='How could I?'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107387614537376495</id><published>2004-01-11T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T21:57:02.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So you'll always have your time to shine&lt;br /&gt;Even in the winter of your darkest hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good ol' Fridays.  After school me and Bury played a lil FB with some random people for like 45 minutes.  The game had to stop, WAY too friggin cold.  When my mom got home she told me I had this Raymond disease thing.  Its where the circulation in my hands slows down in the cold.  Friday night i went to Bury's house with him(obviously) and keith.  it was good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest of the weekend was spent doin stuff like watching football and working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the weekend - Sunny Day Real Estate(man, I really need to get a real copy of their cd 'Diary', as does anyone else who thinks they like emotional music)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107387614537376495?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107387614537376495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107387614537376495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107387614537376495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107387614537376495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/01/so-youll-always-have-your-time-to.html' title=''/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107361511879334614</id><published>2004-01-08T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T21:26:33.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I woke up this morning with a bad hangover&lt;br /&gt;And my penis was missing again.&lt;br /&gt;This happens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;It's detachable.&lt;br /&gt;This comes in handy a lot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;I can leave it home, when I think it's gonna get me in trouble,&lt;br /&gt;or I can rent it out, when I don't need it.&lt;br /&gt;But now and then I go to a party, get drunk,&lt;br /&gt;and the next morning I can't for the life of me&lt;br /&gt;remember what I did with it.&lt;br /&gt;First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it.&lt;br /&gt;So I called up the place where the party was,&lt;br /&gt;they hadn't seen it either.&lt;br /&gt;I asked them to check the medicine cabinet&lt;br /&gt;'cause for some reason I leave it there sometimes&lt;br /&gt;But not this time.&lt;br /&gt;So I told them if it pops up to let me know.&lt;br /&gt;I called a few people who were at the party,&lt;br /&gt;but they were no help either.&lt;br /&gt;I was starting to get desperate.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like being without my penis for too long.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me feel like less of a man,&lt;br /&gt;and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak.&lt;br /&gt;After a few hours of searching the house,&lt;br /&gt;and calling everyone I could think of,&lt;br /&gt;I was starting to get very depressed,&lt;br /&gt;so I went to the Kiev, and ate breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Then, as I walked down Second Avenue towards St. Mark's Place,&lt;br /&gt;where all those people sell used books and other junk on the street,&lt;br /&gt;I saw my penis lying on a blanket&lt;br /&gt;next to a broken toaster oven.&lt;br /&gt;Some guy was selling it.&lt;br /&gt;I had to buy it off him.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted twenty-two bucks, but I talked him down to seventeen.&lt;br /&gt;I took it home, washed it off,&lt;br /&gt;and put it back on.  I was happy again.  Complete.&lt;br /&gt;People sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,&lt;br /&gt;but I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Even though sometimes it's a pain in the ass,&lt;br /&gt;I like having a detachable penis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to go around saying how much high school sucks, and it does.  People call it the best years of your life, but I disagree.   I doubt I'll ever say that in my life.  But instead of just going through these 4 years not having any fun because I dont think I can, I been making the best of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that, I havent done much the past couple of days.  If we were 6 months into the future, I'd be in Ireland right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Bad Religion&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day2 - Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107361511879334614?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107361511879334614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107361511879334614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107361511879334614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107361511879334614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-woke-up-this-morning-with-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107325135629047751</id><published>2004-01-04T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T16:23:46.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mischief.  mayhem.  soap.</title><content type='html'>Man, Fight Club is one of my favorite movies ever.  I mean, its just so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is more disappointing news, the Dallas Cowboys season has ended.  They were beaten by Carolina last night 29-10.  Now it's time for the offseason and now its time to get a good running back.  Thats priority #1 in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day #2 - Weezer(oddly enough, this is the first time weezer is band of the day, i think)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107325135629047751?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107325135629047751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107325135629047751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107325135629047751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107325135629047751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/01/mischief-mayhem-soap.html' title='mischief.  mayhem.  soap.'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107302131113572133</id><published>2004-01-02T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T00:29:38.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>long days....</title><content type='html'>Long days caught in his room&lt;br /&gt;trapped in the gloom of the dying light...&lt;br /&gt;Long days alone with his shame&lt;br /&gt;fanning the flames of desire...&lt;br /&gt;Long days he thinks the time will be soon&lt;br /&gt;pacing his room with his dark thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did alot of thinking today and came to some decisions that I shouldve come to earlier.  Either way, I feel good after finally pulling together my thoughts and forming them into a solid idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that was done, I hung out with Forfa.  We hit the jackpot tonight, let me tell you.  Or let me not.  Its our thing and I dont want any of your people stealing our idea.  Pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the Day - Sunny Day Real Estate(long f'n days)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107302131113572133?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107302131113572133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107302131113572133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107302131113572133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107302131113572133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/01/long-days.html' title='long days....'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107293478553523442</id><published>2004-01-01T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T00:30:14.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="8" color="blue"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy stupid new year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107293478553523442?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107293478553523442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107293478553523442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107293478553523442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107293478553523442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2004/01/happy-stupid-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107281689116233485</id><published>2003-12-30T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T15:48:09.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm listed m.i.a.</title><content type='html'>God dammit, man i almost had it&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in the sewer beneath all the maggots&lt;br /&gt;i ain't foolin' i've been pursuing&lt;br /&gt;a way to get out of these dirty old ruins&lt;br /&gt;I'm checkin' out i'm never comin' back again&lt;br /&gt;i'm checkin' out I'm listed M.I.A. &lt;br /&gt;god damn it man i almost had&lt;br /&gt;it threw me out the door and called me a faggot&lt;br /&gt;i ain't done i've only yet begun&lt;br /&gt;West Oakland(aka Kenilworth) is the place where i'm comin' from &lt;br /&gt;god damn it man i almost had it&lt;br /&gt;well i did it again yeah i do it outta habit&lt;br /&gt;well i'm numb it ain't no fun i'm less than zero&lt;br /&gt;when you add up the sum&lt;br /&gt;I'm checkin' out yeah&lt;br /&gt;it ain't no doubt yeah&lt;br /&gt;a courtship built from anger is what it amounts&lt;br /&gt;i almost had it I came so close&lt;br /&gt;man i almost had it i almost had it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at my mom's and then went to my dad's(to stay there until monday) at like 1pm.  Christmas was good, like usual.  I got a nice clump of CDs(sunny day real estate-"how it feels to be something on", rancid-"lets go", h2o-"selftitled", weezer-"pinkerton", joe strummer and the mescaleros-"streetcore", run dmc-"greatest hits", dismemberment plan-"emergency &amp; i", and fugazi-"repeater+3 songs").  I also got a couple DVDs(friday, goodfellas, fight club, ferris buellers day off).  The t-shirts i got were real cool, I got a Weezer shirt, a Roger Miret and the Disasters shirt, and a Minor Threat shirt.  All are rockin.  I also got some other random things which were also cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt do much until the good ol' nightime.  I hung out with Keith and loafed around the stupid streets of kenilworth.  Saw nothing, did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again,  not much until the nighttime.  Kevin called me at like 7 and we hung out around town....again, nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowboys were on, but due to stupid NFL.com making you pay to hear the games over the internet, I missed the Cowboys game.  They lost, unfortunately.  But still, THEYRE IN THE PLAYOFFS!  Dallas vs Carolina, this Saturday night, primetime baby, ABC 7.  Watch it, Cowboys are winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday/early Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home from my dad's and hung out with Keith.  At like 10pm Keith felt like doing a lil phone callin' to Bury, so he did.  And soon after I found myself staying at Forfa's for the night with keith and bury.  It was good times.  We walked to White Castle at like 12:30am and I had a nice sack of chicken rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Right Now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got home from Forfa's I watched my Friday dvd.  Love that movie.  I'm getting ready to go to the orthodontist at 4:30, I have to go for some consultation about the surgery that needs to be done on my horrible teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the since post-Christmas2003 era - Rancid&lt;br /&gt;Band of the since post-Christmas2003 era#2 - Sunny Day Real Estate&lt;br /&gt;Band of the since post-Christmas2003 era#3 - Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107281689116233485?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107281689116233485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107281689116233485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107281689116233485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107281689116233485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/12/im-listed-mia.html' title='i&apos;m listed m.i.a.'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107236619852513938</id><published>2003-12-25T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T15:27:00.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>merry christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red" size="20"&gt;merry&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="green" size="20"&gt;christmas!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107236619852513938?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107236619852513938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107236619852513938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107236619852513938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107236619852513938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/12/merry-christmas.html' title='&lt;font color=&quot;red&quot;&gt;merry&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color=&quot;green&quot;&gt;christmas!&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107214416629314955</id><published>2003-12-22T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T20:50:23.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one fine ass day</title><content type='html'>If I had a perfect day, I would have it start this way:&lt;br /&gt;Open up the fridge and have a tall boy, Yeah &lt;br /&gt;Then I'd meet up with my friends, head out to the game again&lt;br /&gt;We don't even really care who wins &lt;br /&gt;Now excitement seems to grow &lt;br /&gt;When we're hangin' with the bro's&lt;br /&gt;When we're chillin' and we pound a case of Stroh's&lt;br /&gt;Now the game is cool to see&lt;br /&gt;You can "High 5" on TV&lt;br /&gt;Count the riot on the one, two, three&lt;br /&gt;Operation is in sight and the field is open wide&lt;br /&gt;When you break it then you know you're still alive&lt;br /&gt;If the cops don't make you pay and you make your getaway&lt;br /&gt;Then you know that's one fine day &lt;br /&gt;On that day before we're through&lt;br /&gt;We could torch a car or two&lt;br /&gt;Then have ourselves another tall boy, yeah &lt;br /&gt;Water hoses and batons&lt;br /&gt;That's the real game that's on&lt;br /&gt;I don't really give a shit who wins &lt;br /&gt;I believe it's my god-given right to destroy everything in my sight&lt;br /&gt;Cause it never gets dull, it never gets old&lt;br /&gt;The only thing it gets is more bold&lt;br /&gt;Drinkin', fightin', going to the game&lt;br /&gt;In our world it's a way to stay sane&lt;br /&gt;If you're asking me to have it my way, I'd say that's one fine day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAHHHHH, whatta day, whatta day, WHAT-A-DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate typing so i'm not gonna write about all of today, but it was mad fun bro-ski's.  Highlight of the day was me, Forfa, and Keith's huge munchkin heist at the dumpster behind dunkin donuts.  If you go to the school playground and see munchkin's all over, it TOTALLY wasnt us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Smashing Pumpkins(welcome to nowhere fast)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107214416629314955?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107214416629314955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107214416629314955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107214416629314955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107214416629314955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/12/one-fine-ass-day.html' title='one fine ass day'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107204329549601095</id><published>2003-12-21T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T17:02:46.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DALLAS!!  CHA-CHA!  COWBOYS!! CHA-CHA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="blue"&gt;COWBOYS  19&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;GIANTS       3&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;Dallas Cowboys&lt;/font&gt;are back in the playoffs again!  With a 10-5 record and a game to go, we've wrapped up a wildcard position and a first round game against either Minnesote or Green Bay(most likely).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what it is about playing the Giants, but every time he does, Quincy Carter lights it up.  He was 17/25 for 240 yards and 1 TD.  Gotta love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the Day - None.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107204329549601095?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107204329549601095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107204329549601095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107204329549601095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107204329549601095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/12/dallas-cha-cha-cowboys-cha-cha.html' title='DALLAS!!  CHA-CHA!  COWBOYS!! CHA-CHA!'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107194801711230642</id><published>2003-12-20T14:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T14:21:12.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lil bit o this, lil bit of that</title><content type='html'>The last couple of days has been like the usual last couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - elvis costello and the attractions(pump it up)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107194801711230642?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107194801711230642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107194801711230642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107194801711230642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107194801711230642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/12/lil-bit-o-this-lil-bit-of-that.html' title='lil bit o this, lil bit of that'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-10717158739240252</id><published>2003-12-17T21:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T21:52:07.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i love my computer</title><content type='html'>I love my computer, you make me feel alright&lt;br /&gt;every waking hour, and every lonely night&lt;br /&gt;I love my computer, for all you give to me&lt;br /&gt;predictable errors and no identity&lt;br /&gt;and it's never been quite so easy, I've never been quite so happy&lt;br /&gt;all I need to do is click on you and we'll be joined in the most soul-less way&lt;br /&gt;and we'll never ever ruin each other's day cuz when I'm through I just click and you just go away&lt;br /&gt;I love my computer, you're always in the mood&lt;br /&gt;I get so turned on, when I turn on you&lt;br /&gt;I love my computer you never ask for more&lt;br /&gt;you can be a princess or you can be my whore&lt;br /&gt;and it's never been quite so easy, I've never been quite so happy&lt;br /&gt;the world outside is so big but it's safe in my domain&lt;br /&gt;because to you I'm just a number and a clever screen name&lt;br /&gt;all I need to do is click on you and we'll be together for eternity&lt;br /&gt;and no one is ever gonna take my love from me because I've got security, her password and a key&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Forfa have been workin on our website for Cuts and Curls(by freakin sexy ass Claudia), its due friday and on monday we had absolutely zero percent done.  But whatever, we're working on it and it'll be done, parents and teachers worry way too much.  idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - smashing pumpkins('mellon collie and the infinite sadness' is one of my absolute favorite albums ever)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-10717158739240252?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/10717158739240252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=10717158739240252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/10717158739240252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/10717158739240252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-love-my-computer.html' title='i love my computer'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107153403381410778</id><published>2003-12-15T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T19:23:49.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my turn</title><content type='html'>Every time I turn on MTV, I see the same shit&lt;br /&gt;Every time I turn my stereo, I hear the same shit&lt;br /&gt;The same stupid people doing the same fucking songs&lt;br /&gt;Over and over, it drives me up the wall&lt;br /&gt;and these things make me wonder just who runs the puppet show&lt;br /&gt;and why do we allow them to make us sink so low&lt;br /&gt;When they brainwash the young ones, we have to stand tall&lt;br /&gt;or they'll turn us into puppets with the puppets they control&lt;br /&gt;When is it gonna be my turn?&lt;br /&gt;When the corporates at MTV monopolize this industry&lt;br /&gt;When is it gonna be my turn?&lt;br /&gt;When the corporations let you know it's cool for you to look at me&lt;br /&gt;When is it gonna be my turn?&lt;br /&gt;I've got something to say to these corporations&lt;br /&gt;and it's sweet and to the point&lt;br /&gt;and in plain and simple English&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;Well, your music says nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;and most people one day will see&lt;br /&gt;That image without message's just not enough&lt;br /&gt;Don't be a follower, stand up and stand tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was the &lt;strong&gt;WAKEOVER&lt;/strong&gt; for senior high.  Boy did it rock.  I didnt get to sleep until 9;30 on saturday morning, and then i only got to sleep till 2;30 cause i had to get ready to go to freehold for dinner at my dad and stepmom's friends house.  i slept till 12;30 on sunday and then watched football.  &lt;font color="blue"&gt;Cowboys&lt;/font&gt; rocked some &lt;font color="black"&gt;Redskin&lt;/font&gt; ass, 27-0.  One more win for the &lt;font color="blue"&gt;Cowboys&lt;/font&gt; and its into the playoffs for the first time since 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the weekend - Madcap(when is it gonna be my turn?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107153403381410778?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107153403381410778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107153403381410778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107153403381410778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107153403381410778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/12/my-turn.html' title='my turn'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107111062237376532</id><published>2003-12-10T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T21:44:28.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a little hop to it</title><content type='html'>Me, Forfa, Bury, Keith, and my brother played some hardcore football today in my backyard.  It was crazy go nuts man, ill tell ya.  Best day of football we've played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Hazen St.(I finally heard theyre first song "Find My Way", and I like it and all, but its not that good, know what i mean?  too much of a pop influence from that faerie from new found glory, and this proves my point that in time, every good type of music will be tampered with and made horrible.  pop and hardcore just dont mix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107111062237376532?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107111062237376532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107111062237376532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107111062237376532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107111062237376532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/12/little-hop-to-it.html' title='a little hop to it'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107076050536278979</id><published>2003-12-06T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T20:29:07.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>snoresville, u.s.a.</title><content type='html'>Ive been so bored yesterday and today.  the snow is crazy, its like a foot all together.  a foot that was all shoveled by me.  when I wasnt shoveling last night and this afternoon, i was at work.  after work i got a hair cut, the best in a while.  now im stuck with nothing to do because of all the snow.  so im slowly but surely eating my body.  thatll pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band of the day - rancid&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/5590669-107076050536278979?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107076050536278979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107076050536278979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107076050536278979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107076050536278979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/12/snoresville-usa.html' title='snoresville, u.s.a.'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107057908758967825</id><published>2003-12-04T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T18:05:27.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cheddar cheese is currency</title><content type='html'>Nothing special from the past couple of days.  I hung out with Keith monday and tuesday i think, im not sure though.  I dont remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today me and Forfa had to go to cuts and curls for our web design project(we have to design a website for a local business).  Bury came along for the ride and swiped a briefcase from a dumpster.  Hilarity ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - fugazi(...the argument....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107057908758967825?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107057908758967825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107057908758967825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107057908758967825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107057908758967825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/12/cheddar-cheese-is-currency.html' title='cheddar cheese is currency'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-107031229084446546</id><published>2003-12-01T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T17:37:03.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i am forever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was thanksgiving so I ate a crapload and then watched the Cowboys get demolished by the Dolphins.  That sucked, but Cowboys are still making the playoffs and already have the most wins theyve had since 1999.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so tired friday so I literally slept through the entire day.  I was at my dad's and i was pretty bored, so that probably encouraged my sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had work in the morning and then I did some more sleeping after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my cousin Eddie and Patty and there son Jake.  I havent seen any of them in 3 years and Jake's 5 years old now.  After that I went to my dad's friends firehouse and watched some football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And HELL YEAH MAN!  I'm going to Ireland and Scotland in the summer, right after school ends.  It's gonna rock.  Ireland is gonna be awesome man, and Scotland is uh, ok i guess.  I dont care much for the Scot's but I'm superbly stoked about getting to go to Ireland for 12 days.   Aaahhhh, how sweet it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the long weekend - ALL OF THEM....EVERY BAND EVER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-107031229084446546?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/107031229084446546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=107031229084446546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107031229084446546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/107031229084446546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/12/i-am-forever.html' title='i am forever...'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106990963013453183</id><published>2003-11-27T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T00:07:42.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Break down, it's a shakedown, it's so fake now, i'm ashamed now</title><content type='html'>And I know I'm indestructible&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'm indestructible tonight&lt;br /&gt;Playback, rock and roll come and save me&lt;br /&gt;It's a safe bet that you will never ever betray me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half day of school today, which rocked.  It felt like a whole day except everything was shorter...obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I get the a-ok from my old man, I'm gonna be going to ireland/scotland in the summer with mrs marsili and some other fellas.  I really wanna go, i've always wanted to go to ireland because hell, its ireland.  y'know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school me and Keith went to McDonalds.  of course that was good times, deliciously good times.  then we chilled for a bit and at 8 went to the bonfire at the school.  it was so dumb and pointless. we were there for like 3 minutes and then went to the track and ran 2 laps.  i swear, he beat me by only a few millimeters...seriously....im not just saying that.....like a millimeter or 2....seriously......cmon...beleive me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went uptown and Keith got chased by some random chick for no reason.  She wasnt even gonna chase him but he just ran.  The rest of the night was just spent chillin, and Keith finally gets to hear Ron and Fez(a kickass radio show) again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Rancid(theyre indestructible)&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/5590669-106990963013453183?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106990963013453183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106990963013453183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106990963013453183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106990963013453183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/11/break-down-its-shakedown-its-so-fake.html' title='Break down, it&apos;s a shakedown, it&apos;s so fake now, i&apos;m ashamed now'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106981499744889504</id><published>2003-11-25T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T21:50:28.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it coulda been good, it coulda been something special</title><content type='html'>It coulda been good &lt;br /&gt;it coulda been something special &lt;br /&gt;it may have had real potential &lt;br /&gt;it never could show &lt;br /&gt;It coulda been great &lt;br /&gt;it could been something alright &lt;br /&gt;but we never did keep it that tight &lt;br /&gt;so whaddya know? &lt;br /&gt;I get up at 5am I so don't need those dreams that I used to have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It coulda been swell &lt;br /&gt;it coulda been off the hook now &lt;br /&gt;if we ever had what it took now &lt;br /&gt;I haven't a clue &lt;br /&gt;I think it's as well &lt;br /&gt;we may have been on the right track &lt;br /&gt;finding all the pieces we lack &lt;br /&gt;but what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Keith today, nothing special.  &lt;strong&gt;The End.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Dismemberment Plan(those lyrics above are from their song 'following through')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106981499744889504?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106981499744889504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106981499744889504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106981499744889504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106981499744889504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/11/it-coulda-been-good-it-coulda-been.html' title='it &lt;strong&gt;coulda&lt;/strong&gt; been good, it &lt;strong&gt;coulda&lt;/strong&gt; been something special'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106971010428050106</id><published>2003-11-24T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T16:42:13.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rippity wrap up</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;COWBOYS 24&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="navyblue"&gt;PANTHERS 20&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cowboys are now 8-3 and still tied for 1st in the NFC East with the Eagles.  As of now, they hold the tiebreaker over both the Eagles and Panthers, since theyve beaten both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I didnt do anything yesterday except watch football cause thats what i do every sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym was great today.  We were playing knockout and Conor was being his usual beastly self.  He missed his shot and went for his rebound and ran straight into Ashely V, knocking her straight to the ground.  Geeze, he's such an animal.  Then Conor was trying to get Bubba out and Conor cheated like his usual cheating self.  After he got Bubba out, Bubba went insane in the membrane and started yelling stuff at Conor like "YOU FUCKER!  STOP FUCKING CHEATING YOU FUCKING CHEATING-BASTARD!"  It was tremendously funny cause Bubba was messing around with Conor and like everyone in the gym heard him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Mouthwash(one for sorrow)&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day 2 - Rancid(do YOU know where the power lies?)&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day 3 - The Dismembermen Plan(how do you know im not a sentimental man?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106971010428050106?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106971010428050106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106971010428050106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106971010428050106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106971010428050106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/11/rippity-wrap-up.html' title='rippity wrap up'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106952237058037561</id><published>2003-11-22T12:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T12:33:18.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>black coat, white shoes, black hat, cadillac</title><content type='html'>last night was homecoming so naturally I didnt go.  me and forfa hung out instead.  I beat him in madden04 and then we went to senior high and talked to sarah and larry for a bit.  Then at like 11 we felt like not being home so we walked around kenilworth.  we stopped by brearley after homecoming ended and saw a couple people, nothing special.  then we walked back uptown and sat around till midnight when my mom came and picked us up and dropped the big boy home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from work now and im getting ready to read the paper and eat a sub, then take a nice nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band of the day - rancid(when i got the music, i got a place to go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106952237058037561?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106952237058037561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106952237058037561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106952237058037561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106952237058037561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/11/black-coat-white-shoes-black-hat.html' title='black coat, white shoes, black hat, cadillac'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106928596859135194</id><published>2003-11-19T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T18:53:13.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why am i trying to give if no one gives me a try?</title><content type='html'>I been working on my &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/mcnabbshoulddie"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; the past couple of days.  The best part is my top 20 songs of the moment.  I'm thinking of adding editorials or rants like Kevin has.  The one he wrote is good, check it out &lt;a href="http://kevosis.tripod.com/punk1.html"&gt;right here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Dismemberment Plan(their album "Change" is a masterpeice)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106928596859135194?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106928596859135194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106928596859135194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106928596859135194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106928596859135194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/11/why-am-i-trying-to-give-if-no-one.html' title='why am i trying to give if no one gives me a try?'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106903288627426208</id><published>2003-11-16T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T20:35:08.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend-o-rama-mania</title><content type='html'>Friday night I went to sarah and larry's house for senior high.  we watched nightmare before christmas and i remembered how much that movie creeped me out as a toddler, but how much i love it these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I had work and then didnt feel good so slept all through the afternoon and watched the Knicks lose to the Pacers.  Man the Knickerbockers suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I watched football, of course, because its sunday.  Who wouldve thought the Bengals wouldve beat the Chiefs, friggin amazing.  Cowboys/Patriots game is about to start, so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;LETS GO COWBOYS!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the weekend - Bad Religion(WOO!  new album due out spring '04)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106903288627426208?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106903288627426208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106903288627426208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106903288627426208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106903288627426208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/11/weekend-o-rama-mania.html' title='weekend-o-rama-mania'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106868667898712714</id><published>2003-11-12T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T20:24:36.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blowin' my stack</title><content type='html'>I've got this epic problem, this epic problem's not a problem for me.  And &lt;strong&gt;inside i know i'm broken, but i'm working as far as you can see&lt;/strong&gt; and outside it's all production, it's all illusion, set scenery.  I've got this epic problem, this epic problem's not a problem for me. - &lt;strong&gt;Fugazi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring last couple of days, thats all.  the end.  fun, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Fugazi(ive got this epic problem....no really i do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106868667898712714?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106868667898712714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106868667898712714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106868667898712714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106868667898712714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/11/blowin-my-stack.html' title='blowin&apos; my stack'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106835114749959967</id><published>2003-11-08T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T23:14:38.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Moon Rising</title><content type='html'>I see the bad moon arising.&lt;br /&gt;I see trouble on the way.&lt;br /&gt;I see earthquakes and lightnin’.&lt;br /&gt;I see bad times today.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t go around tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s bound to take your life,&lt;br /&gt;There’s a bad moon on the rise.&lt;br /&gt;I hear hurricanes ablowing.&lt;br /&gt;I know the end is coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;I fear rivers over flowing.&lt;br /&gt;I hear the voice of rage and ruin.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t go around tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Well, it’s bound to take your life,&lt;br /&gt;There’s a bad moon on the rise.&lt;br /&gt;All right!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you got your things together.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you are quite prepared to die.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we’re in for nasty weather.&lt;br /&gt;One eye is taken for an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was wack yo.  The moon was out to get me and Keith all night.  First Keith fucks up his ankle, then some other wacky things happen that are to crazy to speak of.  The highlight of the night was definetly the party at Jeff's.  More crazy stuff happened there, things that are too wacky to speak of.  Then we came back to Kenilworth and Keith got and egg roll and dumped it all over the boulevard.  Stupid Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Roger Miret and the Disasters(new jersey belongs to me, I said you better beleive it)&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day 2 - Iggy Pop(not really a band per say, but that new song of his is very catchy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106835114749959967?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106835114749959967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106835114749959967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106835114749959967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106835114749959967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/11/bad-moon-rising.html' title='Bad Moon Rising'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106826495473092977</id><published>2003-11-07T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T23:15:52.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>I hung out with Kevin tonight and we just walked.  There was not a thing to do or a person to talk to.  We went to Michigan and went on the swings for a while but at 8:30 a cop came up to us and told us the park was closed and we had to leave.  I said no and hit him.  Then i snapped back into reality and left the park.  I really need a hobby, or a car or something.  Anything to get me out of the boredom that is Kenilworth.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Jawbox&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day 2 - D-Plan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106826495473092977?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106826495473092977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106826495473092977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106826495473092977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106826495473092977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/11/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106808765328710040</id><published>2003-11-05T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T22:00:51.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Positiveness</title><content type='html'>Live fast die young was just a fad for a bunch of losers who didn"t take care.  I'm gonna live my life, breathe every breath, look towards the future and move straight ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was cool cause it was Wednesday and the last day of the school week.  Teachers conventions rule.  After school I hung out with Keith and we did nothing much.  Swung on some swings and gazebo'd in some gazebo's.  Fun times had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - REM(I'm hoping to pick up their 15 year greatest hits/anniversaryishness cd soon)&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day 2 - Roger Miret and the Disasters(I got a buddy icon for them, IM me and you can see it)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106808765328710040?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106808765328710040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106808765328710040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106808765328710040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106808765328710040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/11/positiveness.html' title='Positiveness'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106791213565406104</id><published>2003-11-03T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T21:15:34.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Life</title><content type='html'>live life for life's sake each and every day no matter how bad things get you've got to live it that way you may think i live in a dream but tell me is it a crime to enjoy life to the extreme while you've got the time you got to live life no sense in despair there's meaning somewhere you've just got to search live life it's all you've got and there's not much that is given you can't overcome the mortality of your living it's true you didn't ask to be born so tell me why are you here we all know that life seems forlorn how can you analyze your fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I just boldy describe what I did in these entries.  Today I'm gonna go indepth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Keith at harding.  We went to unionland.  We went to michigan park.  We went to my house.  We watched videos of erotic nature.  We went to harding school.  Keith went home.  I went home.  fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - the dismemberment plan(D-PLAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106791213565406104?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106791213565406104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106791213565406104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106791213565406104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106791213565406104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/11/live-life.html' title='Live Life'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106781859708160173</id><published>2003-11-02T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T19:16:35.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Nothing of note over the weekend.  On friday i went to my aunts and did nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band of the weekend - social d&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106781859708160173?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106781859708160173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106781859708160173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106781859708160173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106781859708160173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/11/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106756570154659328</id><published>2003-10-30T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T21:01:40.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggin' houses and snortin' lines</title><content type='html'>The title explains it all.  If you dont understand the title you dont realize how great me and Keith's night was.  Seriously.  Thats what we did.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - the dismemberment plan(do i even need to explain why theyre the band of the day? no) &lt;br /&gt;band of the day 2 - social distortion(woo! theyre going back into the studio next month! first social d album since 1996!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yeah i know its the same thing as tuesday but these 2 bands rock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106756570154659328?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106756570154659328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106756570154659328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106756570154659328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106756570154659328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/10/eggin-houses-and-snortin-lines.html' title='Eggin&apos; houses and snortin&apos; lines'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106739240098956675</id><published>2003-10-28T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T20:53:19.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled #3 again, again</title><content type='html'>Boring past couple of days.  The Cowboys lost, which is never good.  But atleast my state isnt burning down like ANOTHER state in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - the dismemberment plan(do i even need to explain why theyre the band of the day?  no)&lt;br /&gt;band of the day 2 - social distortion(woo!  theyre going back into the studio next month!  first social d album since 1996!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106739240098956675?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106739240098956675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106739240098956675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106739240098956675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106739240098956675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/10/untitled-3-again-again.html' title='untitled #3 again, again'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106704979722611140</id><published>2003-10-24T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T22:43:16.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled #2 again</title><content type='html'>Tonight me, Keith, and Kevin went to the football game vs roselle park.  i think we won, so lets go Bears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, me and keith went to mcdonalds and keith got a super sized-up meal and he was very overwhelmed by the popcorn bucket they gave him for soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band of the day - the bluetones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106704979722611140?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106704979722611140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106704979722611140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106704979722611140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106704979722611140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/10/untitled-2-again.html' title='untitled #2 again'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106687969598247755</id><published>2003-10-22T23:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T23:28:15.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Keith and tried to get girls to flash us, unsuccessfully of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;I went to the orthodontist today for some consoltation or some shit.  I gotta get braces, people say they suck because they hurt but I think those people are just pussies.  Big, moist pussies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - dismemberment plan(GREAT FUCKING BAND YO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106687969598247755?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106687969598247755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106687969598247755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106687969598247755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106687969598247755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/10/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106670063735940277</id><published>2003-10-20T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T21:43:56.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No bio for me today</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning with an absolutely gut wrenching pain in my stomach.  Well, not that bad but it hurt.  So i sucked it up, went to school and after project period I couldnt take it anymore and went to the nurse and went home.  Oh, speaking of project period, Mrs Schneider gave me tea cause my tummy hurt, and it helped for the immediate time which was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so I got home had some Wheat Thins and fell asleep.  Then at 4pm Forfa calls me and asks if I wanna play football.  I say "I dont know, i went home sick today but I'm feeling kinda alright now.  Let me see what my mom says."  and hes like "Alright ill call mike, and then call you back."  Well he never calls back and at 5pm im just sitting around and all of a sudden mike and forfa burst through my bedroom door.  Fuckin intruding fuckers.  Anyway, so i was kinda pissed about this whole deal so during football Forfa was about to get a TD and I just tackled his ass and he fell face first into the bushes.  It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Jawbox(blank)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106670063735940277?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106670063735940277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106670063735940277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106670063735940277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106670063735940277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/10/no-bio-for-me-today.html' title='No bio for me today'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106661506909494758</id><published>2003-10-19T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T21:58:28.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>B-O-Y-S BOYS BOYS BOYS!!</title><content type='html'>ok, the title looked a lil queer but let's go &lt;font color="blue"&gt;Cowboys!!&lt;/font&gt;  5 wins in a row, boosting them to 5-1 and a two game lead over 2nd place philly.  I'm very surprised with their record, I had them pegged for 6/7 wins POSSIBLY 8 but they're looking like an 11 win team all of a sudden(I'm not saying they will win 11).  This early success if definetly needed if they still want to contend for the division the rest of the year.  The rest of their schedule is absolutely brutal.  Games @ Tampa Bay, New England, Philly, and New Orleans plus home games vs Buffalo, Miami, New York, and Carolina.  Plus 2 games vs. Washington, but the Skins suck.  I think it's safe to say the &lt;font color="blue"&gt;Cowboys!&lt;/font&gt; will have atleast 8 or 9 wins, with the possiblility of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto my weekend.  It blew, minus friday night.  All done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the weekend - Dropkick Murphy's&lt;br /&gt;Band of the weekend #2 - Roger Miret and the Disasters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106661506909494758?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106661506909494758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106661506909494758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106661506909494758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106661506909494758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/10/b-o-y-s-boys-boys-boys.html' title='B-O-Y-S BOYS BOYS BOYS!!'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106626170883620699</id><published>2003-10-15T19:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T19:48:28.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled #4</title><content type='html'>Monday&lt;br /&gt;I went to the dentist, my teeth are hella clean, like always.  But I gotta go to the orthodontist cause I got impacted/crowded teeth.  Damn my slender jaw, damnit it hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Back to school.  It sucks though, next week on monday I'm gonna get up and expect to not have school but I will have school.  Oh well.  Me and Keith were uptown for a bit then we decided we'd order some chinese food so we went to my house and did just that.  I was honored to share an egg roll with Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;Played some football with Forfa, Bury, and Danny.  Good times, but Forfa and Bury need to have some more fun and stop taking stuff so serious.  Silly boys they are, silly boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band of the day - roger miret and the disasters(new jersey belongs to me, you better beleive it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace love one later bill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106626170883620699?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106626170883620699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106626170883620699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106626170883620699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106626170883620699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/10/untitled-4.html' title='untitled #4'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106601243010194171</id><published>2003-10-12T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T22:38:29.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled #3</title><content type='html'>First, let me get this off my chest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="blue"&gt;COWBOYS 23&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;EAGLES 21&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today me and Keith went to the Octoberfest thing.  It was pretty gay, and fortunately I didnt spend a dime on a damn thing the whole time.  We only walked through the thing like twice, it was pretty lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went back to my house and chilled.  Keith went home at 3:30 and came back at like 5:30.  We went uptown and it was like a fuckin ghost town.  Pretty cool actually, no jerkoff kids sitting around and making noise like faggots.  Then we went to Dunkin Donuts and Michigan Park before heading on back to the Cunningham residents.  Thats about it for sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stoked though, no school tommorrow.  Second monday in a row without school and I could totally go for not having school on any more mondays.  But, that aint happening.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of right now - "lazy sunday" by madcap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106601243010194171?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106601243010194171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106601243010194171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106601243010194171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106601243010194171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/10/untitled-3.html' title='untitled #3'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106597691617586700</id><published>2003-10-12T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T12:41:55.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled #2</title><content type='html'>I went to my cousins baseball game yesterday, then after that my aunt, grandparents, and two cousins came over and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching the Sox/Yanks game yesterday and can someone find me anyone in the world that is more tastless then the duo of Pedro Martinez and Manny Ramirez?  I been searching all morning and cant find any two people more classless and disgusting then those two zeros.  Yeah Pedro, your real tough throwing a grandfather on the ground.  Fuckin loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Forfa came over at like 5 and we had some pizza then went uptown.  We called up Keith and hilarity ensued.  Actually it didnt, but whatever.  We basically just sat around because no one else was anywhere to be found.  Actually there was some cameo's by Maria, Jamie and Noelle, but that was about it.  Yes, I did say cameo's like my life's a movie, thats because one day it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - dropkick murphy's(whats better then street punk+love of america?  not much)&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day #2 - rites of spring(whats better then one of the 3 or 4 good emo bands?  not much)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106597691617586700?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106597691617586700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106597691617586700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106597691617586700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106597691617586700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/10/untitled-2.html' title='untitled #2'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106588848526555249</id><published>2003-10-11T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T12:08:05.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>titles for these things suck</title><content type='html'>I cant remember anything I did all week for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I hung out with Keith and Forfa and Bury, like usual.  We sat around uptown and then me keith and mike went to mikes house and watched family guy while forfa and maria did their thing.  then we went to the football game and I didnt watch a single play and could care less who we were playing or what the score was.  then we went uptown and keith yelled about politics because forfa thinks hitler was a military genuis.  i could also care less about politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got home from work and i think im going to my cousins baseball game in a lil bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band of the day - the dismemberment plan(these guys have totally taken over my cd player and stereo.  theyre a tremendously, uber terrific band and its ashame they broke up, but the time they were together was enough to make them one of my favorite bands.  check them out now, right fuckin now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later - bill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106588848526555249?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106588848526555249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106588848526555249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106588848526555249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106588848526555249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/10/titles-for-these-things-suck.html' title='titles for these things suck'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106566574938934773</id><published>2003-10-08T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T22:15:49.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Juss Chillin</title><content type='html'>been chillin da pas' few dayz.  doin' da hole skool ding, ya feel meh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;das all yo, aint nuttin' much up, bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im out, 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band of the day - outkast(see, rap is still good)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106566574938934773?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106566574938934773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106566574938934773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106566574938934773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106566574938934773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/10/juss-chillin.html' title='Juss Chillin'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106541652750383546</id><published>2003-10-06T01:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T01:02:07.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lets go cowboys</title><content type='html'>Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;I forgot what I did.  I think Forfa and Bury came over and played football and ate all my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;I think the same thing happened thursday as wednesday, except keith was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Keith and forfa uptown after school for a while, maria was there too.  Then forfa left with maria and me and Keith stopped by junior high to take a pee break, I also "stole" some cheese popcorn, which tasted great.  Then we met with forfa again and sat at The Field, where forfa lost his phone.  So we all around the fuckin town looking for the stupid phone, come back to The Field, and theres the phone smack dab in the middle of The Field.  Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Work, then went to my cousin Katie's 3rd birthday party.  It rocked cause her and my other cousin Eileen, who's gonna be 3 in a month, were there and theyre adorably cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Listened to the Cowboys dominate the Cardinals on NFL.com.  Silly Emmitt Smith, silly silly silly.  Then I went back to moms house(i was at dad's for the weekend) and hung out with keith forfa and bury.  Ill never understand why forfa and bury cant just tell their parents where theyre gonna be.  They lie to there parents for no reason and get in trouble.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the week - dismemberment plan&lt;br /&gt;band of the week 2 - the bluetones&lt;br /&gt;band of the week 3- the gadjits&lt;br /&gt;band of the week 4- the impossibles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106541652750383546?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106541652750383546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106541652750383546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106541652750383546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106541652750383546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/10/lets-go-cowboys.html' title='lets go cowboys'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106496888235432154</id><published>2003-09-30T20:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T20:41:22.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Beginning of the Week</title><content type='html'>Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Cowboys beat the Jets.  Not so much because the Cowboys are good, which they arent, but because the Jets SUCK.  The only players even TRYING to win are Testaverde, Chester McGlocklin and Shaun Ellis.  Those three cant win for the team.  Oh well, Cowboys are 2-1 and better then the Eagles for now, so Im happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;School sucked.  But after school rocked.  Hung out with Forfa and Bury and we played football with my brother for like 3 hours then Forfa went home and me Danny and Bury kept playing till like 730.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Forfa after school and just sat around.  We had some kids take "Fat Kid's" bike and hide it.  That was good.  Then we met up with Bury and played football again till like 7.  Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the past couple of days - One Cool Guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106496888235432154?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106496888235432154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106496888235432154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106496888235432154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106496888235432154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/09/great-beginning-of-week.html' title='Great Beginning of the Week'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106472502563150725</id><published>2003-09-28T00:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T00:58:44.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>im one cool guy.</title><content type='html'>"I cant say that I live without sin, but my body aint got no poison.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with kevin tonight from about 6 to 10:30.  great times, just chillin uptown then goin to his house and listening to great music while playing pool and super smash bros.  thats what saturday night is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tommorow - &lt;font color="blue"&gt;cowboys&lt;/font&gt;/&lt;font color="green"&gt;jets&lt;/font&gt; game baby!!  lets go &lt;font color="blue"&gt;cowboys&lt;/font&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also gotta do my bio project, its gonna be even shittier then the one i did the other day, which was pretty fuckin shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace again, bill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106472502563150725?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106472502563150725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106472502563150725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106472502563150725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106472502563150725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/09/im-one-cool-guy.html' title='im one cool guy.'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106468958636980707</id><published>2003-09-27T15:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T15:06:26.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a&gt;bill_blogspot.exe</title><content type='html'>Last night rocked.  At senior high we went mini golfing.  Which is always fun.  Again me, Bury, and Forfa(Keiths STILL sick) stayed till 11:30 just chillin with Sarah(Larry went home earlier).  Good times, good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had work then I took my after-work nap.  I'm supposed to be hanging out with Kevin today, I just gotta wait for him to get back from wherever it is he is.  I think I'm also supposed to be part of Bury's biology project, I'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Bad Religion(no reason needed, theyre Bad Religion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106468958636980707?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106468958636980707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106468958636980707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106468958636980707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106468958636980707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/09/abillblogspotexe.html' title='a&gt;bill_blogspot.exe'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106443556234523426</id><published>2003-09-24T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T16:32:42.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh</title><content type='html'>Not much has been up the past few days.  School sucks(minus art) and blah blah blah.  I added a chatbox to this site so go write stuff in it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this discussion with Keith about him always thinking he's right and stuff.  He thinks just because a band goes "political" they automatically suck, which is hypocritical because hes such a big Clash fan.  Whatever, I'm not posting the three long conversations we had cause frankly, theyre too long.  I can sum up the discussion though, Keith talked himself in circles and is just bitter because a band he really likes(Alkaline Trio) doesnt politcally agree with him and are gonna be part of a tour and CD headed by NOFX's Fat Mike, both the tour and CD will be called "Rock Against Bush".  Its this whole big campaign to raise political awareness and get all the cute lil 18+ year old punkers out there to vote against George Bush next november.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So comrades, if youre a fan of NOFX/Green Day/Sum 41/Good Charlotte/Alkaline Trio or dont agree with George Bush, go get that "Rock Against Bush" album, due out early next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - The Gadjits(theyre great)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace yo one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106443556234523426?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106443556234523426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106443556234523426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106443556234523426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106443556234523426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/09/eh.html' title='Eh'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106419755105859450</id><published>2003-09-21T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T22:25:50.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend-ness</title><content type='html'>Man its sunday night and i'm so totally still hung over from my crazy weekend.  Yeah right.  Alcohol is such a life waster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway friday night I went to the senior high gym night at harding with keith, bury, and forfa.  Man there are some annoying ass little kids out there.  Anyway, at 10 when everyone left me, keith, bury, forfa and carl stuck around and were just chillin with Sarah and Larry.  yknow, shootin the breeze and all.  We ended up talking till 11:30 and boy did forfa and keiths moms seemed pissed.  my dad didnt care, my mom wouldnt have either.  theyre so happy when im not around....bastard parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday i had work and did my work and went back to daddys.  i played some football with my brother and stepbrother(joey).  joey's sucks at everything related to sports, little mommas boy that he is.  danny would actually be a pretty good linebacker or defensive linemen if he wasnt so damn lazy.  i got a headache at like 8 and wound up going to bed at 9:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had to go to a house warming kinda party for the asian people that moved next door.  i did that whole shindig which wasnt bad cause the food they made was good.  then tonight i found out my nanny(grandma...does anyone else say nanny?) is in the hospital.  my mom says she just keeps sleeping.  and she wont wake up(insert "is she dead" comment here).  the doctors dont know whats wrong with her but when my mom told me before the first thing i said was "did they try an alarm clock?"  and when i told keith about it the first thing he said was "did they try an alarm clock?"  Thats so great that even in times of sadness me and keith can bring humor to stuff.  gotta love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band of the weekend - rites of spring(first emo band, only good one too, well besides sunny day real estate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace - bill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106419755105859450?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106419755105859450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106419755105859450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106419755105859450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106419755105859450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/09/weekend-ness.html' title='Weekend-ness'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106393042232939343</id><published>2003-09-18T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T20:13:42.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Accomplished</title><content type='html'>I went back out last with at about 7 with Forfa.  He found this tape about Pope John Paul II, so we did what we do with all his other Pope John Paul tapes and took the film out of the tape and stretched it out as far as it could go.  You would think that that would be the highlight of my night, but it wasnt.  We accomplished our mission we had been on for the past couple of weeks/months.  And I'll be dipped in shit and rolled in breadcrumbs if it wasnt one of the best hour and a half in my life.  Cant go into details, its pretty uber confidential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Isabel is supposed to hit tommorrow and Jersey's in a state of emergency.  This state is such a pussy, we're gonna get some rain and wind.  Suck it up deeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, after school today I had a hankerin' for some coca-cola but didnt have a dollar to pay for it in the vending machine.  So being as cool as Mrs Marsili is, she let me borrow a dollar.  Shes definetly the best teacher in Brearley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Rancid(and i know, theyre indestructible tonight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106393042232939343?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106393042232939343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106393042232939343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106393042232939343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106393042232939343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/09/mission-accomplished.html' title='Mission Accomplished'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106383598700928144</id><published>2003-09-17T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T23:47:03.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Un-wasting time</title><content type='html'>"When I look back on my past, I don't want to see a wasted life." - The Special Goodness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt that such a great quote?  So short yet so meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I havent been wasting life at all.  Last night I hung out with Forfa and Keith until like 9:45 uptown and saw some other random people.  Today I hung out with Keith after school and then ran into Tommy.  We went to Michigan and had some swing contests.  What fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I will be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow there's a chance I will be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, I may be home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Rites of Spring(who doesnt love em?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106383598700928144?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106383598700928144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106383598700928144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106383598700928144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106383598700928144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/09/un-wasting-time.html' title='Un-wasting time'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106354935055952801</id><published>2003-09-14T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T10:24:31.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Life</title><content type='html'>"Live life for life's sake each and every day.  No matter how bad things get you've got to live it that way.  You may think i live in a dream but tell me is it a crime to enjoy life to the extreme?  While you've got the time you got to live life, no sense in despair.  There's meaning somewhere you've just got to search.  Live life, it's all you've got and there's not much that is given you can't overcome.  The mortality of your living it's true, you didn't ask to be born so tell me why are you here?  We all know that life seems forlorn how can you analyze your fear?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt do much since tuesday, I think I hung out with Keith Forfa and Bury a couple times, I dont seem to remember the specifics for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was senior high at the chapel.  We watched lords of the rings2 and ate food, and whats better then food?  Huh?  nothing, exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I had work and i think that it mightve been the sleepiest day ive had in a while.  All I did was sleep sleep sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its now 10:07am on sunday morning and im bored shitless.  I have no idea why i got up except for the fact that when I woke up at 8:12 my air and radio were off, and my alarm clock was blinking.  this is weird cause i had my air and radio on when i went to sleep at 2:30am.  then, while i was pondering why the air and radio were off, they came back on.  since my alarm clock was blinking i figured the power went out at my house.  which is weird cause my mom was sleeping and nothing besides the electrical crap in my rum was on.  then, at like 9:30am all of a sudden the doorbell on my house starts flipping out, it keeps ringing and ringing and ringing so i go downstairs and check out front door, no one is there, but the bell's still ringing.  i go and check the back door, no one's there but the ringing has stopped.  at this point im stumped.  so im walking back to the front of the house to go upstairs and right as i pass by the front door BAM!  my brother's face pops up.  apparently he stayed at his friends last night(news to me) and gets dropped off at fuckin 9:30am when neither my mom nor me shouldve been awake(my mommy wasnt, just me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today is football sunday!  woo!  football!!  lets go cowboys!!........except they play tommorrow night and are gonna get the shit beat out of them, i mean if they couldnt beat a michael vick-less falcons they cant beat the team thats gonna win the nfc east this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band of the past couple of days - the special goodness(pat wilson's side-projectish band)&lt;br /&gt;band of the past couple of days #2 - youth brigade(that quote at the top of this blog is one of their songs)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106354935055952801?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106354935055952801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106354935055952801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106354935055952801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106354935055952801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/09/live-life.html' title='Live Life'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106314903787880601</id><published>2003-09-09T19:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T19:10:37.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatsa matta you?</title><content type='html'>Whatsa matta you?  You expected an update everyday?  Fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School-mode is in effect so I barely get up in the morning, pay no attention to anything in school, come home and take a nap, eat dinner, and do nothing.  Life has never been better, really...I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing and coloring is the only class I like in school.  Mrs Marsili is great, and art is always fun, specially looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the Day - Alkaline Trio(Been getting into them.  Great stuff.  Cant wait for their split with One Man Army due out early next year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later - bill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106314903787880601?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106314903787880601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106314903787880601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106314903787880601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106314903787880601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/09/whatsa-matta-you.html' title='Whatsa matta you?'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106271920376075926</id><published>2003-09-04T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T19:46:43.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Cool.  Stay in School.</title><content type='html'>School was fine.  The shitty part is just waking up in the morning, I went to bed at 2 last night.  5 hours of sleep, not bad though.  I was functionable for the most part.  I did nod in and out of sleep in Ms Ferraris's class, she just kept talking and talking and I wanted to punch her stupid droopy tits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym and web page design are gonna be easy of course, but this Mr Perry guy has some serious troubling delivering his message, whatever it may be.  He looks so uncomfortable in front of the class.  But these new computers we got are pretty slick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt think drawing and coloring would be too great of a class but I'm actually pretty stoked to have it.  Mrs Marsili is probably my favorite teacher at Brearley.  I like Mrs Schneider alot too, I was talking to her during "oppurtunity class".  She hates the idea as much as the students.  As well as many teachers.  When she was talking to me, she was giving me the straight truth, which I like cause I'm like that too.  The best part, she called the Brearley administration(I'm guessing that basically means the school board), assholes.  So true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm super upset though, one of the only things I was looking forward to this year was having Bio with Mr Cerillo and instead I get fucked in the ass with a spiky dildo and get stuck sloppy titted Ms Ferraris.  And also, I get stuck with that hunchbacked stupid fucker Mrs Writener.  I thought I was done with her and BAM!  I get her again.  Atleast I got Keith in my class, thatll be atleast a sub-par class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So school was like getting hit by a train and then pissed on.  Yeah, it was that fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the Day - The Dismemberment Plan(gotta love em)&lt;br /&gt;Teacher of the day - mrs marsili(i mean, shes just so cool, shes gonna let us listen to our cd players in class.  listening to music in school kicks the shit out of other stuff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace 1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106271920376075926?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106271920376075926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106271920376075926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106271920376075926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106271920376075926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/09/be-cool-stay-in-school.html' title='Be Cool.  Stay in School.'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106247488272720669</id><published>2003-09-01T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T23:54:42.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Couple days left</title><content type='html'>Couple days left until school starts...IM SO PSYCHED!! LOLerz!!!  &lt;strong&gt;J/K&lt;/strong&gt; LOL RAOF LOLFLOMAO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck.  Anyway, school's gonna suck.  Not cause its hard or anything, I dont do a damn thing all school day long and I walk home with 80's.  School's all about tests and project, do those and youre fine.  Froget homework and forget classwork.  Tests and projects, all you need.  Hell, its all I do.  Thats my keys to mild success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to my aunt's brothers house(not my uncle cause its my aunt that isnt my mom's sister) and it was alright.  I honestly think the guy is in the mob.  His house and tremendously big and he just looks like the mob type of guy.  There was this 5 year old girl there and she was hanging on my all day.  All the lil kids that were there were.  But this one especially.  What can I say, Ive always just had this thing with lil kids.  They all love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I slept till 1 and went to my aunts to get my haircut.  Wound up staying there all day and playing with my 2 year old cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Rancid(theyre indestructible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106247488272720669?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106247488272720669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106247488272720669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106247488272720669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106247488272720669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/09/couple-days-left.html' title='Couple days left'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106230379756955086</id><published>2003-08-31T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T00:23:17.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my computer</title><content type='html'>I love my computer, you make me feel alright.  Every waking hour and every lonely night.  I love my computer, for all you give to me.  Predictable errors and no identity and it's never been quite so easy.  I've never been quite so happy, all I need to do is click on you and we'll be joined in the most soul-less way and we'll never, ever ruin each other's day.  Cause when I'm through I just click and you just go away.  I love my computer, you're always in the mood.  I get turned on when I turn on you.  I love my computer, you never ask for more, you can be a princess or you can be my whore and it's never been quite so easy.  I've never been quite so happy, the world outside is so big but it's safe in my domain, because to you I'm just a number and a clever screen name.  All I need to do is click on you and we'll be together for eternity and no one is ever gonna take my love from me because I've got security, her password and a key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work and hung out with Keith which was neat and all, but the highlight of my day was this IM conversation I had with someone.  I was playing Madden 2004 when all of a sudden I got this IM from some person I'd never met or heard of before.  It's weird, every since I put my name as David Beckham in my AOL profile I been getting all these IM's from English people.  Anyway, I fucked around with the girl for a while and when I looked back at the convo it was very funny.  I saved it and now you fine people reading this can enjoy the fun I had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:02:17 PM): u have golden ball?&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:02:23 PM): sure&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:02:31 PM): if thats what makes you happy hun&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:03:01 PM): how old is u?&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:03:32 PM): 15, you look about 6 from the way you put sentences together&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:06:34 PM): Have you ever heard of abreviation? 15 hey, your only a little baby. see ya. By the way its rather sad pretending your david beckham.&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:07:06 PM): how old is u? u have golden ball?...yeah, thats how everyone abreviates&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:07:38 PM): oh shit, shoot me now, i missed of an s!&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:07:51 PM): when i abreviate i like to totally forget everything i learned about sentence structuring and english&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:07:57 PM): like you&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:08:32 PM): "i bang a spice girl, and you dont. suck it." - Beckham&lt;br /&gt;YEAH GOOD 1!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:09:15 PM): TOTALLY!! LOLerz!&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:10:12 PM): yeah, go ask your mum 4 your pocket money, and then just maybe you could go buy yourself a sence of humour&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:10:28 PM): my mum?&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:10:47 PM): yeah your mum&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:10:57 PM): go ask your dud to sign you up for school so you can learn some friggin english&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:13:06 PM): listen here, what the fuck is a dud? i think you need to pay attention in your english lessons, by the way when do u go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:13:36 PM): i figure i talk like you, and replace mom with mum and dad with dud&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:16:37 PM): i didn't put mom, i put mum. thats maybe the way you talk. Come back when your balls have dropped&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:18:10 PM): I speak english with a new york accent, not some british accent. i say mom and not mum, i say dont spell humor with an extra u&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:18:23 PM): im from jersey stupid, not madrid&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:18:40 PM): my names bill, not david beckham, christ youre slow&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:19:28 PM): i didn't think your were from madrid, i thought that you were a sad little boy pretending to be david beckham AS I SAID EARLIER&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:19:34 PM): THICK SHIT&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:20:05 PM): oh and real madrid isn't a location its the name of a football team, whos the thick one now huh&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:21:16 PM): i could care less if it was a friggin store in ethiopia. im messing around, get a life girl. so this what you do all day? read strangers profiles then horribly fail at heckling them?&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:24:02 PM): don't you mean couldn't. infact i never hardly come on the Internet, i saw a pic of david beckham and thought how many sad fuckers out there pretending they are him, turns out that they actually exsist.&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:24:33 PM): yep, cause I really tell people my names david&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:24:43 PM): you silly goose&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:25:15 PM): lol, that shows you age, goose!! :-(&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:25:35 PM): geez louise, you got me!&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:25:50 PM): i show my age!&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:26:06 PM): man, you really stink at the english language&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:30:03 PM): you are the 1 who started this TRYING to be all cocky. Thinking your great at english, correcting my mistakes. why am i wasting my time talking to some1 whos only intrested in correcting peoples spelling, so what if im not good at spelling but at least i have a fucking life, im gonna go and find some1 whos worth talking to and who isn't going to correct my spellings when they full well know what they mean anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:30:20 PM): you are really sad and im not just saying this now&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:30:31 PM): girl you started talking to me&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:32:40 PM): i weren't the 1 correcting the spellings and saying u need english lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:32:48 PM): thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:32:52 PM): see ya&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:32:54 PM): i werent?&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:32:58 PM): haha you stink&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:33:19 PM): lol, stink, lol!&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:33:43 PM): wow, youre so witty, too good for me&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:33:55 PM): u were, thats how all this shit started, your taking the piss cause my grammer isn't that good&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:34:02 PM): im not witty at all&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:34:30 PM): youve never heard of sarcasm either&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:35:08 PM): yeah but im agreeing with you, i agree im not witty, i never thought that i was.&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:35:26 PM): well, ya sure cant tell&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:36:51 PM): brb, ive got a pretzel rod in my ass and its driving me bonkers&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:38:23 PM): back&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:40:16 PM): The fact is, this is all due to you correcting my spelling and grammer, which is low. You are the sad 1. Im a nice person, but when it comes to people like you, i don't know why i bother. Please don't come back cause i don't want to talk to you no more cause your a waste of time, enjoy that prezel up your arse, its the only pleasure that you'd get.&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:40:47 PM): my goodness, youre a fast typer too&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:42:32 PM): stop trying to be cocky, im talking to some1 else, whos worth talking too. now fuck off and go correct some1 else and diss them.&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:42:37 PM): im talking to this stupid cunt and i want to punch her tits and throw liquidy dog shit into her open mouth&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:42:41 PM): sorry, wrong IM&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:43:24 PM): hahaha&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:43:27 PM): i had that happen with my aunt online, she IM's me once in a while and I confused the IM's. you ever do that? i felt like the world's silliest goose&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:43:47 PM): my friend keith gets, "see you sunday, love you" and my aunt gets, "bring the video of that eight year old fisting the crippled lady"&lt;br /&gt;Helen54079 (5:45:04 PM): c ya&lt;br /&gt;IReekofCoolacity (5:45:20 PM): bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106230379756955086?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106230379756955086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106230379756955086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106230379756955086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106230379756955086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-love-my-computer.html' title='I love my computer'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106220592643967102</id><published>2003-08-29T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T21:12:06.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Headed for eternity and destined for nothing</title><content type='html'>I got a couple rad shirts this week, shirts from Rancid, Weezer, and Bigwig.  Great bands, great shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday-Sunday&lt;br /&gt;At my dads, got Madden 2004.  Couldnt start a franchise though cause you need like fuckin 180 blocks of space and my memory card only had like 59 total blocks.  Tremendous game though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday-Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;At my grandma's and aunts.  Thats where I got my shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Went to Hershey Park with my dad, brother and other mom and brother.  Man, chocolate is friggin great.  They could give more free chocolate out at the chocolate factory thing, but oh well.  Wednesday night we stayed at this skank ass hotel.  The bed I was in had me itching all night, which caused me to be up later then I usually am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to go to Dorney Park and we didnt.  Im a lil fuzzy on why we didnt go, but I could care less really.  Rides make me puke.  So we drove four hours back home to my grandma's and went in the pool her condo club has.  That water is a great example why lil kids shouldnt be able to swim in pools.  The water was like salt mixed with piss.  It stunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Keith.  Poor guy did like nothing at all while I was gone.  Ill never leave the lad for a week again, ever.  I also got one of those uber memory cards with 251 blocks of space.  Suck on that Madden 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the week - Rancid(new album's great and Ive been listening to 'And out come the wolves' too)&lt;br /&gt;TV Show of the week - None(I didnt do much TV watchin over the past week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106220592643967102?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106220592643967102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106220592643967102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106220592643967102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106220592643967102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/08/headed-for-eternity-and-destined-for.html' title='Headed for eternity and destined for nothing'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106158532622268605</id><published>2003-08-22T16:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T16:48:46.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wesley Willis....dead :(</title><content type='html'>Im gonna be gone for a week so i figured i'd update quick before I left.  Im gonna be goin to my dads for the weekend, then to my grandmas on monday and tuesday, then to hershey park on wednesday and dorney park on thursday, returning home on friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley Willis, "critically" "acclaimed" singer/songwriter of some of the funniest, wackiest songs ever died last night.  For those who know me, I enjoyed listenening to Wesley's music.  I even made a shirt of him in technology back in 8th grade.  Here's a letter celebrating Wesley's life from that guy from the Dead Kennedys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: WESLEY WILLIS 1963-2003&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A letter from one of his biggest fans, Jello Biafra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost Wesley Willis some time before 9PM Chicago time August 21, 2003. Word is he died peacefully. The likely cause may be heart failure. Wes had been battling leukemia for less than a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No services are planned as of yet. There will probably be a memorial concert, or at least a gathering in his honor in Chicago in the near future. We will let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wesley will go down as one of the most unique songwriters and entertainment personalities in history. His music, lyrics, drawings, insight and the way he put them together are like no one else. Ever. There will never be another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got to know Wes, what really struck me was his sheer will power, his unrelenting drive to succeed and over come his horrifically poor background, child abuse, racism, chronic schizophrenia and obesity among other things. He was the most courage ous person I have ever known.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet through it all he had such a deep, all-encompassing love of life. Little things, big things. He loved bus rides. He loved watching trains. He loved writing songs about how much he loved his friends. He loved travelling to new towns so he could headbutt new friends. Is there any band he saw that escaped being in their own song about how much he loved their show? He was so warm, so sweet, so giving. He could be a handful when he came to visit; but as soon as he left, we?d miss him immediately .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his long time friend Dennis Cooper said, "No More Demons." The voices in Wesley's head can't yell at him and put him down any more.&lt;br /&gt;Wes was deeply religious. He was afraid that if he died he would no longer get to go see bands play. If there is a hereafter I hope he's right up front as Jimi Hendrix, Stevie Ray Vaughn, his beloved Otis Redding and his dear friend Bradley from Sublime "storm the stage" as the crowd "roars like a sea monster." All opening for Wesley, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be hard now that he's gone, but I'm not going to let myself stop enjoying the funny stuff, or the look on people's faces when they first hear "Rock 'n' Roll McDonalds," or the memories of the good times and Wesley?s many adventures. He wouldn't want it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many down times when all I have to do is think of one of Wes's songs, something he said or simply marvel at his Wesley-isms, and the clouds part and a smile comes to my face. I think he does that for a lot of people. He always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock over London&lt;br /&gt;Rock on Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Sail on, Wes. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jello Biafra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-22-03&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106158532622268605?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106158532622268605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106158532622268605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106158532622268605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106158532622268605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/08/wesley-willisdead.html' title='Wesley Willis....dead :('/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106143885398004055</id><published>2003-08-21T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T00:07:34.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a&gt;run.blogspot.exe</title><content type='html'>Hung out with Keith again tonight.  Three days in a row, thats like a record.  We walked around and stopped at le carnivale where we ran into Forfa, Bury, Tom, Adam, and some other kid.  The back of Tom's shirt was all sweaty, cause hes big and big people sweat, and it looked like the Tri-Force.  You Zelda fans know what Im talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all(minus Tom) left the carnival and went to Theresa's and then to The Field.  Forfa, Adam, and that other kid didnt seem impressed.  Bastards.  Then we went to Forfa's and watched some wacky video.  Then finally me and Keith went to his house and I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace - bill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106143885398004055?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106143885398004055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106143885398004055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106143885398004055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106143885398004055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/08/arunblogspotexe.html' title='a&gt;run.blogspot.exe'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106134990229780219</id><published>2003-08-19T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T23:25:02.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Past couple o' days</title><content type='html'>Monday&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Went to carnival with Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That about sums it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the past couple of days - Bad Religion(sure they dont like God, but the music is kickass)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106134990229780219?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106134990229780219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106134990229780219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106134990229780219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106134990229780219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/08/past-couple-o-days.html' title='Past couple o&apos; days'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106100740396316731</id><published>2003-08-16T00:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T00:16:43.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VERY long week</title><content type='html'>In short, my uncle died saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In long, my uncle died saturday morning because of medical malpractice.  He was only 32 and it really sucks.  He had back surgery and was on the operating table for 8 hours.  But he made it through just fine and everything was perfect friday night.  I get home from work on saturday and my dad tells me he's dead.  The stupid doctors overdosed his painkillers and it stopped his heart.  He was only friggin 32, married with two kids, 9 and 3.  Its so fucked up they have to go through this.  Its just not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday was the wakes and funeral.  And today I was at my aunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a very tough week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later - bill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106100740396316731?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106100740396316731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106100740396316731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106100740396316731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106100740396316731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/08/very-long-week.html' title='VERY long week'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106037982064947285</id><published>2003-08-08T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T17:57:00.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i stink and i dont like me</title><content type='html'>I had to get up at 11 today to go to the doctors.  I got blood drawn and a testicular exam.  Thats right, my female doctor gave me a ball exam.  Its actually extremely pathetic that the most action ive got is a testicular exam from a women in her 40's.  Ugh, i stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin to my dads later tonight for the weekend, which will stink cause its boring there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - none&lt;br /&gt;food of the day - none&lt;br /&gt;tv show of the day - none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace one bill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106037982064947285?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106037982064947285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106037982064947285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106037982064947285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106037982064947285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-stink-and-i-dont-like-me.html' title='i stink and i dont like me'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106031547478564545</id><published>2003-08-08T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T00:04:34.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bye Keith</title><content type='html'>Have fun in Florida bro.  Even if its overbearingly hot like Florida usually is, atleast you wont be stuck back in Kenilworth with Kevin, like I am.  Kevin sucks.  Just kidding Kevin...or am I?  Yeah I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did nothing much.  Actually I hung out with Keith all night, i needed a Keith fix before he leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the day - Mouthwash(still)&lt;br /&gt;Candy of the day - Swedish fish(no reason, but theyre good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace - bill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106031547478564545?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106031547478564545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106031547478564545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106031547478564545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106031547478564545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/08/bye-keith.html' title='bye Keith'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106022363097554570</id><published>2003-08-06T22:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T22:33:50.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i &lt;3 ny</title><content type='html'>i &lt;3 ny, its true.  new york is so cool, way better then jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to mention yesterday, at taco bell i won a free bean burrito from that "win gas" thing they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hung out with kevin today, we went to the comic book store and then chilled at his house for a bit before finally heading back through town.  we went and looked at the new track at brearley and...hahahahahaha!  its like fucking sky blue!  how disgusting for a track.  tracks are red and sometimes black.  not fucking sky blue.  yuck, i hate my school.  we spent so much fucking tax money to rebuild a football field that didnt need rebuilding and to get new bleachers, which we did actually need, but not the field and to paint our stupid track blue.  how disgusting.  o well, i dont care.  i dont run.  sucks for kevin though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that i came home and did nothing much but listen to music, which rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;band of the day - mouthwash(these guys are really fucking good and i highly suggest you check them out)&lt;br /&gt;hilarity of the day - the new brearley track(yuck)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106022363097554570?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106022363097554570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106022363097554570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106022363097554570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106022363097554570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/08/i-3-ny.html' title='i &lt;3 ny'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590669.post-106013741709290064</id><published>2003-08-05T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-05T22:36:57.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy NBC</title><content type='html'>Rich Vos somehow lost Last Comic Standing to some gook(my apologies to the gooks reading this).  He was most definetly the funniest comedian, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to get my eyes examined today.  They are going straight down the shitter, atleast till im 40.  Because magically as i get older my eyes get better and then when i get real old they get bad again.  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Taco Bell with my dad.  So my dad orders the food there and some non-english speaking mexican girl gave it to the people coming in through the drive thru.  Then they made the order again for us and she gave the order to people in the drive thru again.  So it wound up taking us 20 minutes to get our food.  Ya know, itd be real fuckin nice if people working in an &lt;strong&gt;American&lt;/strong&gt; fast food joint spoke english.  She probably hopped the border too.  That whole border control thing has went straight down the shitter too.  Keith thinks if we closed all our borders everything would be just fine.  And granted, it would, but we cant do that cause thatd be hypocritical.  If the borders were closed when my ancestors tried to get into America I'd probably be a peaseant in Ireland right now boiling potatoes, fighting the Scottish, or eating Lucky Charms..or whatever it is they do in Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of the Day - Madball(listened to them most of the day while playing Madden)&lt;br /&gt;Food of the Day - Soft shelled tacoes at Taco Bell(it was worth the wait)&lt;br /&gt;Glasses of the day - the new ones i picked out at the eyeglass place(theyre cool i guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later - bill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5590669-106013741709290064?l=billsradthing.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/feeds/106013741709290064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5590669&amp;postID=106013741709290064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106013741709290064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5590669/posts/default/106013741709290064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://billsradthing.blogspot.com/2003/08/crazy-nbc.html' title='Crazy NBC'/><author><name>billy boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02258656957083561574</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
