<?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-11754299</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:42:36.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the devil's victim</title><subtitle type='html'>life doesn't revolve around daily events.  should the specifics about what you do in one day determine the rest of the future?  i'd rather look at how you feel one day, or better yet what you are thinking.  it is harder to change your view than to change your hair colour.  so why waste time with the little details.  ill say it how it is and try to focus on the big picture.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>the devil's victim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657349856262618985</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>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754299.post-114314980626468278</id><published>2006-03-23T14:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:36:46.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>attack of the killer emoticons!!!!</title><content type='html'>in AIM, we get the typical 9 or 10 emoticons.  and then as one moves up the scale of cooler interfaces, the number of emoticons grows at exponential rates!  now granted i enjoy using emoticons, mostly because they are the only way to express the tone of a conversation.  for example, if you are joking, you done add **in a jokingly manner** to the end of the comment, rather just add a face :-P  now the really cool faces i have to admit are the ones that make sounds.  they come when you least expect it, and then they always just make me laugh and smile.  nevertheless, back to the reason for posting today.  so when you realize that you and somebody else use the same rarish interface....it all hits the fan and then you can really have an assault with faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well off to borders to spend more money!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754299-114314980626468278?l=provokedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114314980626468278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754299&amp;postID=114314980626468278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/114314980626468278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/114314980626468278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/attack-of-killer-emoticons.html' title='attack of the killer emoticons!!!!'/><author><name>the devil's victim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657349856262618985</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-11754299.post-114284002865085440</id><published>2006-03-20T01:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T01:33:48.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty and the.....geek?</title><content type='html'>you all know the show beauty and the geek, a fantastic show i must point out.  however, on the website for it, there is this little test to determine if you are a geek or not.  me--definitly a geek.  this resulted in them encouraging me to watch the show.  next, i went on an attempt to be not a geek (probably a very geekish thing to do) and i failed miserably!  i conclude that they just call all of their viewers geeks in a quest to promote ratings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, i was perturbed by some of the questions/answers they had.  for example, they wondered what the one ting you would never leave the house without was: a cell phone, an ipod, sunglasses, or the dungeon master's guide.  i pondered this question for  minute, and the one thing i never leave home without: my flashdrive, yes i never leave home without all my files in the off chance that i might just have to look up the sequence of the neurokinin neuropeptide for the cow!  where does this put me on that geekyness continumm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of cows...why are they called cows.  you drive down the road and see a group of cattle, you instinctly refer to them as cows despite a cow is a female.  chickens have a unisex name.  so do sheep, horses, pigs, everything but cows!   granted there is the term cattle, but you dont say you have one cattle rather you call that a cow.  i really do feel sorry for those bulls!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754299-114284002865085440?l=provokedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114284002865085440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754299&amp;postID=114284002865085440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/114284002865085440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/114284002865085440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/beauty-and-thegeek.html' title='beauty and the.....geek?'/><author><name>the devil's victim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657349856262618985</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-11754299.post-114209450997929061</id><published>2006-03-11T10:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T10:28:29.990-06:00</updated><title type='text'>your paper got shorter!</title><content type='html'>falling short, not reaching an end....oddly is one of the best feelings ever.  i actually dropped a class this week.  the first class of my college life at that!  it is fantastic to know that i can still graduate this summer, not take this class, and just have everything working in my favour.  for once i finally feel at piece.  oh, and I CAN HAVE A CAT next year....yippie!!!  i guess being late and falling short works out in the end ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754299-114209450997929061?l=provokedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114209450997929061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754299&amp;postID=114209450997929061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/114209450997929061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/114209450997929061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/03/your-paper-got-shorter.html' title='your paper got shorter!'/><author><name>the devil's victim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657349856262618985</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-11754299.post-113426116280143457</id><published>2005-12-10T18:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T18:32:42.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally content with a past I regret</title><content type='html'>if everything turns out wrong, is it possible that you still did everything right?  outside influences are extreme, unavoidable, unpredictable in most cases.  what happens after these influences infect that determines the outcome.  you can look at their aftermath and assess that.  you can look at the source and assess that.  you can look at their future and assess that.  when is it safe to stop trying.  when is it safe to stop caring.  is it safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there can only be so much damage in a day.  there can only be so much damage you can take.  though very different numbers, once one is exceeded, there is no turning back.  you cant keep looking at the past and focusing on that.  true.  you cant keep looking in the future and ignore everything else.  right.  however, you cant ignore everything and think about right now.  the past is the past.  history books tell us that.  the future we can still change, and even what happens now is still in our hands.  how much control are we going to take.  you can set up fences and hope nobody breaks them, you can set up boundaries and hope nobody crosses them.  but what happens when they are crossed and broken.  what happens when you lose control.  what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can follow your gut or you can do what others tell you.  you can change who you are or stay true to yourself.  you can forget about the lapses and continue as if nothing happened.  you can give up.  which is right.  which will be ideal.  which will make you happy.  isnt that what it is really all about.  making &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; happy.  are you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have control of the situation.  you can make it what you want.  the hard part is determining what you want.  back to above.  you can forget.  you can move on.  you can forgive.  why does it always seem that forgetting and forgiving are the easiest.  why are you inclined to move on.  why go for the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes you happiest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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victim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657349856262618985</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-11754299.post-112613519355644720</id><published>2005-09-07T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T18:19:53.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jump in head first in the shallow end</title><content type='html'>do you ever wonder why people try to do rediculous things that will just turn out badly?  if you have no interest in something or no desire to be sucessful, then just dont do it.  there has been a craze lately to get involved, and not in clubs, but get involved for experience; however, who monitors those people?  does it seem fair that one individual can be more successful and do less work than you can?  say you are smarter than them.  say you are more capable at doing the work they are doing, but you have different work to do, you have serious work, and theirs is just imitation.  they finish, you dont.  does that mean that they are better/more successful than you?  it seems like that to others, and granted there are very few people that can tell the difference, yet those people dont take the final look.  furthermore, what if you do all their work for them, and they still get the credit.  what if you do all their work they cant, and while they are doing something they can do, they sit there distracting you, preventing you from getting your own project done.  is this fair?  why does this exist?  why are people so low as to take the success of one person, and the will and ambition of that person, and manipulate them to demise.  tear them apart.  bring them down.  how does it always end like this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754299-112613519355644720?l=provokedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112613519355644720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754299&amp;postID=112613519355644720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/112613519355644720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/112613519355644720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/09/jump-in-head-first-in-shallow-end.html' title='jump in head first in the shallow end'/><author><name>the devil's victim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657349856262618985</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-11754299.post-112483303915751636</id><published>2005-08-23T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T16:37:19.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SAS and pizzaz</title><content type='html'>do you ever wonder why you are taught one thing, when all practicle applications require another?  i started work just the other day, and i am sure to spend the next few weeks just learning the needed code before i can run my queries.  so why not teach the most practicle method in class.  it would just make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, i would like to point out that i am not the one that distracts, yet i am always distracted.  so heather and h2o....STOP BEING SO DISTRACTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the point.  i am just about completly settled into this apartment, have a coolio roomate, and all is well.  classes, however, might not be so well.  soon we will know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754299-112483303915751636?l=provokedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112483303915751636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754299&amp;postID=112483303915751636&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/112483303915751636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/112483303915751636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/08/sas-and-pizzaz.html' title='SAS and pizzaz'/><author><name>the devil's victim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657349856262618985</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-11754299.post-112327597016019051</id><published>2005-08-05T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T16:06:10.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>les miserables</title><content type='html'>ever feel like that?  like nothing is going as planned, as if everything that is right at the end of your grasp, but just too far to pull in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754299-112327597016019051?l=provokedthoughts.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754299.post-112147147034689614</id><published>2005-07-15T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T18:52:00.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sins for the day</title><content type='html'>so many things that one could possibly do in a day could be viewed as a sin.  right?  i mean the other day i deposited cash into the bank.  it just seems wrong, when you know in a few days you will be right back at the same ATM taking part of that money back out.  granted, by depsiting it, you are more likely to spend less of it, however it just defeats the purpose of the bank in my mind.  i know, banks are meant to hold your  money, still i feel as though it should only hold the money that i recieve as checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;secondly, when you meet a new person, certain things should not come into conversation.  right?  there is this new guy at work that i have to deal with daily, and he does some of the oddest things ever.  i could understand his behavior if him and i were really good friends or even family; however the fact that we really dont know eachother does not give him the right to share some things.  example, what he does when he uses the bathroom.  seriously, just say you are going to the bathroom.  now if it happened only once, i would brush it off, but it is not a once in a lifetime occurance.  bleh, ick, yuckies....VOMIT!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally, it just seems wrong to me to have my boss aplaud and bow before me.  here is the senario.  we were in a face making war, since we were bored out of our minds and just trying not to hurt ourselves again (oh, it was a painful day for everybody!)  so since he has taught me most of my material, it just seems wrong that i could win the battle.  since when are students better than teachers.  okay, i know that happens a lot to some people, however i am never better than my teachers.  sad really, but for once i succeded.  yay for me!  i am so totally super amazing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754299-112147147034689614?l=provokedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112147147034689614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754299&amp;postID=112147147034689614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/112147147034689614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/112147147034689614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/07/sins-for-day.html' title='sins for the day'/><author><name>the devil's victim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657349856262618985</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-11754299.post-112113258094284586</id><published>2005-07-11T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T20:43:00.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why carry a boulder when you need a rock</title><content type='html'>is it so hard to take the easy way sometimes?  i mean if you have more than one option, do the least destructive, do the simplest.  seriously, why always be negative and harmful to others?  does life really have to regress to this, primitive states?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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victim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657349856262618985</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-11754299.post-112088113489749563</id><published>2005-07-08T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T22:52:31.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>three's company at its best</title><content type='html'>yes, i will say it now.  i do dye my hair so i appear to be a brunette.  however the past few days my roots have been coming out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i work on a farm, which is fantastic most of the time.  we can work at our own pace, we dont have somebody telling us what to do all the time, and we become very creative.  the only downfall is that we are tough to the equipment that we use.  we never get new things, since they are always broken on almost a daily basis.  example: we were using a rented super heavy duty excavtor that moved on tank tracks, and we managed to drop a tree on it and break a mirror on the first day.  sorry for the seven years bad luck for my boss.  now that was minor, we took some spray paint and did some touch up, and as for the mirror, we are just hoping they didnt know that there were two mirrors when we got it.  the trucks, on the other hand, not so minor.  after almost destroying the suspension from overloading them (like seriously, you had to floor it to get them to go 30 mph), or completly dropping entire trees into them and nearly flipping the trucks (not to mention while i was sitting in it (and yes my boss did get some bad looks at that one (and yes i am using nested parenthesis))), and destroying the locking parts on the tailgate, and bending most other parts that were bendable...i am suprised that the little yellow light on the top of the truck did survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now since we did so much damage to the trucks, we were blamed with every thing that was broken for two days, anything that was not in order too.  i mean how could we be blamed for dropped stones on the road when we werent even moving stones?  yeah, sometimes it is easier to just deal with it and accept the crap they give you and move on.  i mean how much do 2x12s really cost?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a result of our mishaps for the week, we took today off.  like literally, we drank coffee until 11, and then ordered our pizza for lunch, read books until it was ready to get, and took lunch.  then i am not sure what we did in the afternoon. :-/  the bottom line was we could not get ourselves in trouble if we did nothing, and since my bosss boss was not in the office today, we had some smooth sailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, last week i managed to lock myself out of a house i didnt live in at 4am.  i was so not happy, cause as a result i had to sleep in a car for a few hours til i could find somebody that was awake, so i could call to try to find a way in.  in reality i just took the door off of the hinges to get in, now why didnt i think of that at 4am so i could go back to sleep in a REAL bed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754299-112088113489749563?l=provokedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/112088113489749563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754299&amp;postID=112088113489749563&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/112088113489749563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/112088113489749563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/07/threes-company-at-its-best.html' title='three&apos;s company at its best'/><author><name>the devil's victim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657349856262618985</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754299.post-111923229439623019</id><published>2005-06-19T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T20:51:40.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>there is a time for everything</title><content type='html'>you know that certain things have to happen in life, and other stuff just happens because it happens.  it never makes sense, scares you in the process, and prevents you from sleeping.  it sucks.  it is torture.  why does it happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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victim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657349856262618985</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-11754299.post-111834149519307102</id><published>2005-06-09T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T13:24:55.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i want my pitcher back</title><content type='html'>the odd things you hear at work....they simply amaze me.  my boss was just talking about lesbian foot fetishes.   or better yet girls in bikinis getting their cars stuck.  do you have anything more interseting?  let me know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754299-111834149519307102?l=provokedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754299.post-111766936286849061</id><published>2005-06-01T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T20:37:15.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>im amazed....</title><content type='html'>so it takes a lot to amaze me, really it does.  i mean simple oddities are the usual in my life.  like yesterday i learned for the first time that all vehicles have mufflers, and that these said mufflers get &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; hot.  and sadly enough i learned this the hard way.  luckily this burn didnt leave any marks like the last thing i learned.  (yeah, so i learned a heat gun gets warm too.  the mark is NOT pretty, that is all i have to say about that.  oh, and the fact that i am special, short bus special.  ok, no more talking about that)  wait, wasnt i talking about things not amazing me?   oh yeah...so i was sitting in the truck at work today, being &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; busy like usual ;)  well i was listening to a song on the radio, 'almost' by bowling for soup, and i was amazed for once.  within the first two lines of the song, about five words were deleted from it.  so i know the radio tends to delete swears and all, however i despise when they delete random words because they insinuate certain thoughts.  i mean please, if you are listening to the music and you know words are removed, you either can guess what the word is,  or if you are too naive to guess what the word is, then you probably would not know what the phrase is inferring in the first place.  so what is the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazement number two for the day:  my backing up capabiltiies.  so i am not the greatest driver out there.  i have never been pulled over and never been in a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; accident to speak of.  my driving talents do include getting a truck stuck parallel to a fence.  but today my boss made me go in reverse.  so that wasnt the bad part, it was the fact that i was driving an F350 diesel with no vision out the back.  he decided to sit on the tractor and watch me struggle to go between two trees, backwards.  and all there was room for was just the truck between the two trees.  luckily i didnt hit anything, especially since it was a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;brand&lt;/span&gt; new truck.  phew, glad that day is over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754299-111766936286849061?l=provokedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111766936286849061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754299&amp;postID=111766936286849061&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111766936286849061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111766936286849061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-amazed.html' title='im amazed....'/><author><name>the devil's victim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657349856262618985</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-11754299.post-111595088777764502</id><published>2005-05-12T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T21:21:27.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>me and being high is not a good combination</title><content type='html'>this is what i wrote over the summer, after spending a day painting in a closed room:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How have you been?   I hope everythign is going well.  and I Hear that&lt;br /&gt;you are having some problems with that guy. :(  I am sad, but i also&lt;br /&gt;say GOOD!  I know you don't like hearing that, but now it gives us a&lt;br /&gt;chance to take out your new great look and find some real men.  no&lt;br /&gt;more boys, we are talking about genuine men here.  like the kind that&lt;br /&gt;will sweep us off our feet.  thast what we deserve.  and i know just&lt;br /&gt;the place.  no, not navs, no, not the bars, no, not cafes...you arent&lt;br /&gt;thinking what i am thinking...so lets get on the same wavelength ;-) &lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking class here.  we find some sexy looking MEN in our classes&lt;br /&gt;and sit next to them...c'mon, I know you can at least do that.  and&lt;br /&gt;within the first few weeks, we start conversation...it will be a huge&lt;br /&gt;step for both of us!  and we start studying together.  Now when we&lt;br /&gt;pick these guys, we need the sex appeal, but we need BRAINS.  i dont&lt;br /&gt;think either of us wants to waste our time on a MAN that cannot&lt;br /&gt;mentally motivate us.  so you are thinking...now that we are talking,&lt;br /&gt;and maybe doing homework together, how is that going to help&lt;br /&gt;us...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no worries, I have that covered.  We are going to work together, plan&lt;br /&gt;weekend fiestas...movie nights will you..go out to eat...even the bars&lt;br /&gt;maybe, but not to drink of course, to DANCE!!!  so how are we working&lt;br /&gt;together?  remeber we are doing homework with the guys now, it will&lt;br /&gt;take some foot work from the other, however we are going to&lt;br /&gt;"accidentally" run into the other while studying, (so we need to stay&lt;br /&gt;in contact for these study dates ;-))  and when we accidentally run&lt;br /&gt;into the other while studying, we are to bring up our weekend&lt;br /&gt;endevours and discuss our rockin' plans.  then as one leaves, you ask&lt;br /&gt;him very casually if he is interested in coming.  it will be great.  I&lt;br /&gt;know you can do it!  if you need me to do the asking if he will&lt;br /&gt;come...then i can.  but rememeber, we are two elidgible people and we&lt;br /&gt;need to play the field, which means we wont tie ourselves down to one&lt;br /&gt;person...we want MANY people at  our parties!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, our plan is totally going to work!!!   we just need to perfect it, and discuss it before classes begin.  We dont want to miss our&lt;br /&gt;first chance :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you later girlie....much luv!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i should not do things while high...bad idea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754299-111595088777764502?l=provokedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111595088777764502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754299&amp;postID=111595088777764502&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111595088777764502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111595088777764502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/05/me-and-being-high-is-not-good.html' title='me and being high is not a good combination'/><author><name>the devil's victim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657349856262618985</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-11754299.post-111579631766572760</id><published>2005-05-11T02:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T02:25:17.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wow....a lot can happen in a week and a half!</title><content type='html'>so for the past week and a half, i have been sick.  now i am not talking a little sniffle sick, i mean relaly sick.  told to go to the ER sick.  so after going to the health service twice, my desk currently looks like i am a druggie.  seriously, if a random person walked into my room, not knowing that i am sick, would wonder what was wrong with me.  i have about twelve prescription bottles, not including the OTC bottles too.  fortunately enough there are not any random drug raids in this building.  but yeah, i am sick and they seem to never figure out what is wrong with me.  luckily my body is winning this fight now. now that finals are almost over of course :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i like to provoke responses from people, right?  i asked somebody if they were gay...a guy that blatantly knows that i know he is not gay.  and he thought i was serious!   i mean people need to lighten up and take a joke.  if you cant take a joke, then i guess i shall just not try to socialize with ya.  i mean i coul dhandle being called al tonight.   the name al reminds ome of some farm girl, and i am a sexy lady, thus not an al.  at the least call me alli or something.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoo, i should best be off to bed.  final in 5.5 hours, breakfast in 4.5 hours, and alarm set in 3.5 hours.  it is a good thing that it is ian a am meeting for breakfast, cause if it was othre people that i know, i woul ddefinitly not be getting up that early to meet them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh, and sorry for the not usual type of post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lo me ne frego!!  (yup, that is right!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754299-111579631766572760?l=provokedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111579631766572760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754299&amp;postID=111579631766572760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111579631766572760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111579631766572760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/05/wowa-lot-can-happen-in-week-and-half.html' title='wow....a lot can happen in a week and a half!'/><author><name>the devil's victim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657349856262618985</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-11754299.post-111518267639054358</id><published>2005-05-03T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T23:57:56.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and the drift keeps drifting...</title><content type='html'>i can be an avid reader sometimes, and enjoy it a lot.  i read just about everything and am never shy to admit it.  ask me a topic, and i have probably read about.  i do have a good imagination, like i totally want to make a chimera between a chinese hampster and a rat, just to see the proof that the cells are really different in different areas of the body.  anyways, so yeah, i like reading novels and fiction, non-fiction, but i am really fasinated by reading about science.  mostly controversial science htat you probably have read about in previous thoughts.  however today i will not write about what i have read, rather what i have observed about science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we pay good money for our education, however have you ever thought about what sort of education we are really getting.  this has happened twice that professors have been wrong about teaching.  i mean it is one thing if somebody knows nothing about a topic, but if that is the case, they should be smart enough to know not to try to teach it.  for example, i know very little about computer science.  i cannot write code worth anything, so i dont try to teach it.  its like this: you have an orchestra, and everybody in the orchestra are fantastic at what they do, however if the conductor knows nothing about conducting or even musci for that matter, there is under no circumstances that the orchestra will sound good.  the professor brings everything together and stays aware of continuity, however if they lack the knowledge to know what continuity is, then how are the students supposed to learn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a vision is important to have, and a goal is essential.  if either is lacking, then there is no hope.  i know that i have a vision and clearly know what i want right now.  if something gets in my way and tries to prevent me from reaching my goal and accomplishing what i want to accomplish, then i will avoid that something like the devil.  i will not waste my time on it, and i will just throw it out the door.  discard it like trash, cause i am no longer going to be a trash can.  that is your warning if you feel like using me for that.  i will not take anymore garbage.  i will not let others walk all over me.  i will, however, do everything in my power to accomplish my vision and reach my goal.  i will become efficient about it and not waste my time on useless things.  efficiency is ideal.  just think about it, if life was more efficient, would there be so much environmentla problems?  life could afford to be more efficient, so i am going to start with what i can do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;efficiently reach my dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754299-111518267639054358?l=provokedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111518267639054358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754299&amp;postID=111518267639054358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111518267639054358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111518267639054358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/05/and-drift-keeps-drifting.html' title='and the drift keeps drifting...'/><author><name>the devil's victim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657349856262618985</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-11754299.post-111431676540850517</id><published>2005-04-23T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T23:29:11.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have been reading articles by a profound scientific journalist lately, matt ridley.  he puts a new spin on science, a refreshing look on overly saturated issues, environmental issues in this case.  remember learning about global warming? here is a look into his view, which i can completly relate to: &lt;blockquote&gt;"We are now to be warned by television weather forecasters when there is a danger of sunburn. I thought that most people knew that this occured during sunshine, but the Health Education Authority, which endorsed the new idea, clearly knows better. Perhaps soon, rather than tell us it is going to rain, they will also remind is that we might therefore get wet."&lt;/blockquote&gt;he goes on to talk about skin cancer in humans, and how the depleting of the ozone layer increases anxiety amoungs society. due to the decrease in ozone, it is believed that more ultra violet waves are entering the atmosphere, and these ultra violet waves are the main source of skin cancer. now it is true that ultra violet waves can cause skin cancer, but ridley makes it clear that these waves mostly cause the two harmless types. if you look into the malignant type of skin cancer, and read about where it is prevelantly found on the body, it will make you wonder. the malignant for of skin cancer usual starts from a mole, or on your ass. this makes me wonder, if the ultra violet from the sun never reach there (at least i really hope it never reaches there!!!) then how can it cause the deadly form of skin cancer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;furthermore, most of this controversy stems from the debate/theory of global warming. it is claimed that the depletion of the ozone layer is increasing the amount of ultra violet radiation, where in fact as ridley points out, the amount of utra violet waves is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;decreasing&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;over time.  he also points out:&lt;blockquote&gt;"True, there is a seasonal ozone 'hole' - in which the ozone concentration deops to half its usual level - over Antarctica, but even that could still be a natural phenomenon. ... And who ever sunbathed in Antarctica in late winter?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;i mean seriosuly, there is this controversial theory about global warming. a theory that was assumed to be true, despite the overwhelimg lack of evidence. at least evidence in its favour. come to think about, have you ever really had to write a paper on global warming, research it, or made an argument for it? as far as i know, i was only told about it in class, using very vacuous arguments.  mostly any support for global warming is the theory itself.  it is a vicious cycle.  i mean scientists said that global warming was real and harmful to the earth.  if you look into it, all the evidence is aginst global warming, and even if there is an ounce for it, does it outweigh the rest?  just because a scientist said it was true does not make that a fact.  i mean:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...it was health officials in the 1970s that told us to put babies to sleep on their stomachs, and so caused an unnecessary increase in cot deaths."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754299-111431676540850517?l=provokedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111431676540850517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754299&amp;postID=111431676540850517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111431676540850517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111431676540850517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-have-been-reading-articles-by.html' title=''/><author><name>the devil's victim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657349856262618985</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-11754299.post-111401536648953263</id><published>2005-04-20T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T22:14:44.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what came first...</title><content type='html'>...the egg or the chicken?  ...the DNA or the protein? ...it makes you think (oh, that is where the pain in my head stems from).  pairs are usully dependent on each other.  the first needs the second, and the second needs the first.  if two things are so dependent on the other, then how did they start?  it seems obvious that one was stronger at first, and either weakened or the second strengthened.  however, what if there was an outside source that brought them together?  so if it involves an outside intermediary, where does the origionl thought come from?  the first one?  the second one? the intermediary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now logically the argument could be the same for if either the first one or the second one initiated the spark of interest.  but is it really?  cause by default it seems normal to call the first one the part that initiated, and the second one the part that followed, so it follows that if the second one initiated, it inherantly moves to the position of being called the first one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i vote there is an intermediary with a spark... it makes sense that two entities of equal importance and dependence on eachother cannot combined without some sort of catalyst.  it is like that for every pair in nature.  think about it, you meet somebody....usually there is a catalyst from outside.  you take a class...something plants the seed in your mind.  you buy something...you had to want it for some reason or another, you usually do not purchase something for no reason.  i guess it is sort of like advertising.  what would happen if adverising never existed?  what would happen if word of mouth was an unknown activity?  what would happen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754299-111401536648953263?l=provokedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111401536648953263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754299&amp;postID=111401536648953263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111401536648953263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111401536648953263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-came-first.html' title='what came first...'/><author><name>the devil's victim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657349856262618985</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-11754299.post-111345658827608261</id><published>2005-04-17T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T14:54:21.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>villians...criminals...saviors</title><content type='html'>it just takes the devil to put someone in a bad mood. proof: i just saw the devil. the wicked laugh just eats away at my soul, my heart, my life. not to mention the coughing where you can literally see the germs infesting the room. then comes the questions about how much work i have to do, when every single freakin day it is at least five times as much as the amount the devil has. in addition, the devil always comments on the work that is left to do, or when something gets done...i am sure to hear about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part about the devil is the persistent in wanting EVERYTHING better than what you already have. and i can understand wanting something better than everybody else, however everything is a little over the top. now i like shopping, and it is actually painful to have not really gone out yet this season, but at the same time, i dont try to up do others, i personally just want the best for myself. example how the devil and i are different. the devil owns something, you buy something that you dont have that is better, and suddenly the devil's is broken so that a new purchase (using &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;the devil's own money, but rather the parents of that wicked offspring) can be made. a much not needed purchase except to have the best. oh, and the best part is the devil really doesn't know what the best is. just assumes random crap and makes such bogus assumptions that it makes the devil look rediculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last words before my execution:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;the devil made me do it!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754299-111345658827608261?l=provokedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111345658827608261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754299&amp;postID=111345658827608261&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111345658827608261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111345658827608261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/04/villianscriminalssaviors.html' title='villians...criminals...saviors'/><author><name>the devil's victim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657349856262618985</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754299.post-111367079776582998</id><published>2005-04-16T11:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T11:59:57.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...and then it went dark</title><content type='html'>since i am not as bright as a lamp, at least i am as pretty as a picture :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so i got out watted by a lamp last night.  i went to turn it on, and it clicked but no light graced the confines of my desk.  so im like "great...no light".  a spark went off in my head and i decided to go find my spare light bulb...which took me a while (it was in my closet.  if you have ever seen my closwet, you will know that there is about two feet of clothes that do not fit in there...and somehow i have managed to fit about twentyfive pairs of shoes.  not to mantion all the other crap that is imperative to call it a closet).  so now that i have found the spare, i replaced the light bulb, and tried to turn it on again...no light.  by now i am thinkng "oh great, either my lamp is broken or i need to go out and buy more lightbulbs.  it was then that i realized my lamp was not even plugged in :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....i know i am not very bright.  but on the bright side, i am as pretty as a picture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754299-111367079776582998?l=provokedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111367079776582998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754299&amp;postID=111367079776582998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111367079776582998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111367079776582998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/04/and-then-it-went-dark.html' title='...and then it went dark'/><author><name>the devil's victim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657349856262618985</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-11754299.post-111326628667398976</id><published>2005-04-11T19:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T19:45:55.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So what are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;sadly enough i spent a good 40 minutes trying to figure out what it took to be considered a true geek. luckily i am not a geek, or am i? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);" href="http://www.thudfactor.com/geekquiz.php"&gt;what are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;maybe it lies, maybe it doesnt. however way it scores you...just know, that if you associate with me, you are probably part geek. so stop now if you want that to end. oh, and even when trying to get the highest score, i could only get 62% geek :-/ wonder why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754299-111326628667398976?l=provokedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111326628667398976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754299&amp;postID=111326628667398976&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111326628667398976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111326628667398976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-what-are-you.html' title='So what are you?'/><author><name>the devil's victim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657349856262618985</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754299.post-111306928787840265</id><published>2005-04-09T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T12:54:47.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>know how to walk?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wagenschenke.ch/index.htm"&gt;give it a try.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754299-111306928787840265?l=provokedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111306928787840265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754299&amp;postID=111306928787840265&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111306928787840265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111306928787840265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/04/know-how-to-walk.html' title='know how to walk?'/><author><name>the devil's victim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657349856262618985</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-11754299.post-111280558614363244</id><published>2005-04-06T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T12:29:26.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you asked .... i say it as it is</title><content type='html'>someone once asked me if i had enjoyed the wonderful weather of lately.  my response was as i saw it... 'yeah, i got to keep the door open when collecting semen today'  he asked me a question, and i gave him an honest answer.  i mean why should i sugar coat the truth to make peoples stomachs quieter?  besides, the truth is always more outrageous than a lie.  after what i had mentioned i had done, it brings a lot of things to mind.  it lets your imagination run wild!  if a random person told you that they had collected semen, what would be the first thing that comes to mind?  is the first thing that comes to mind the possibility that it is for a reproduction class?  usually not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of the truth being more interestng than a lie...a fond day comes to mind!  it is not often that you find somebody to debate bach with you, but fortunately my roommate is one of them.  it was late at night when we decided to compare two recordings of the same piece, but by different artists.  i put m recording in my stereo (which requires me to stand on a chair to do) and she put hers in her stereo.  we both hit play at the same time, and what came from it was not pretty.  the two recordings clashed in pitch.  i was enraged and started jumping on my chair, then i tripped and fell off my chair.  while trying to catch nyseelf on the floor, i proceeded to trip again, and in the end i hit my shoulder against the door(note door is about  feet from where i started).  there was a huge bang when i hit the door, and furthermore i could not use my arm very well for a few days.  the worst part was the lack of a bruise to show for it.  so if you tell somebody that you fell off your chair and hit the door, they would just give you blank stares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, if you dont want to hear the truth ... dont ask the question to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754299-111280558614363244?l=provokedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111280558614363244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754299&amp;postID=111280558614363244&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111280558614363244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111280558614363244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/04/you-asked-i-say-it-as-it-is.html' title='you asked .... i say it as it is'/><author><name>the devil's victim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657349856262618985</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-11754299.post-111277022224522861</id><published>2005-04-06T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T01:50:22.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thirty seconds later</title><content type='html'>Thirty seconds is a lot of time.  Think of what could happen in thirty seconds.  You could be standing with three oranges in your hand, and within that time span, you could be down to two.  You didn't eat it, you didn't throw it out,  you didn't put it down.  So where is your orange?  Oddly enough someone just came and took it.  Didn't ask, just took.  So within thirty seconds, not only did you lose an orange, but you lost so much more.  Control.  It takes just a little time to lose all the control you have.  Someone comes up, takes an orange, and leaves before you can even utter the smallest of words to try to stop them.  You read a comment that you don't like, and you are annoyed for the rest of the day.  When in reality, it was only one sentence in the comment that rubbed you the wrong way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, in thirty seconds, everything could finish.  If you think about it, whenever you are working on a project or paper, there is that point in time when it is not yet complete and you start to feel as though it is done.  Everything starts coming together, and the pieces make sense.  You get this overwhelming feeling that you konw it is over and the sun comes out.  Actually, even if it is a rainy day there is that glimpse of sun when those thirty seconds are over.  Rain, starts so quickly and stops just as fast.  It all amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Base a day off of thirty second intervals, and see what comes from it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754299-111277022224522861?l=provokedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111277022224522861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754299&amp;postID=111277022224522861&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111277022224522861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111277022224522861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/04/thirty-seconds-later.html' title='thirty seconds later'/><author><name>the devil's victim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657349856262618985</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11754299.post-111220517227985210</id><published>2005-03-30T11:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T11:52:52.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>All the pretty little horses</title><content type='html'>Society cracks me up.  come to think of it, who doesn't crack up because of society?  now last night, i was studying for an exam in the library.  there were five of us, four girls and one guy.  our exam is in animal reproduction, which i must admit that i had a hard time discussing it in public at first.  however, one would thin that at the library, a place for studying, there would be no judging from other studiers.  granted, we were talking about how prostitues gain immunity to sperm, but is this so out of the ordinary?  if you think about it, im sure all those people giving us bad looks were just wanting to know more, but not willing to admit it.  now that i have mentioned prostitutes gain an immunity to sperm, arent you a little curious yourself?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriosly, cant mature adults have mental sex in public?  it is not what you are thinking.  it is just conversing about sex, in an educational manner.  now my professor encouraged us to study in groups for this exam, so that is what we did.  and i will admit it did help.  not only can you learn from others, but you can also learn from other's life stories.  ok, come to think of it, MY life story.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i thought i'd leave you with a thought (other than immunity to sperm).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              have you ever had to sneeze?  like really sneeze.  a sneeze that lasts for hours.  what desperate measures would you take to sneeze?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754299-111220517227985210?l=provokedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111220517227985210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754299&amp;postID=111220517227985210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111220517227985210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111220517227985210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/03/all-pretty-little-horses_30.html' title='All the pretty little horses'/><author><name>the devil's victim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657349856262618985</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-11754299.post-111203277588117523</id><published>2005-03-28T11:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T11:59:35.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>new rules of etiquette</title><content type='html'>I learned something new last night.  Well actually many things, but this first one stands out.  I had a visit stop by my room, an UNWANTED visitor, known as the devil (or diablo) from here on out.  This devil lacks some common sense and general courtesy for individuals other than herself.  So last night, I felt the pain in my gut as I knew she was coming.  In hopes to discourage her from staying and watching one of my more favorite shows, I mentioned to her that I was leaving shortly.  So in her mind, that means she is invited in, sits on the floor, takes shoes off, opens a book, and starts reading it.  Speaking of which...if you say you LOVE a show and are a HUGE fan of a show, then why are you reading a book during it?  Logically it makes you look as if you are uninterested in it, but apparently she is a huge fan.  News to me.  Nonetheless, after I mentioned I was leaving shortly, the devil sat down and mafe herself at home.  Now discussing with others, and trying to plot ways to get her out of my room, the best idea came after the fact.  Sad really, cause it was good.  I should have put my coat on during a commercial, got up and kick her out.  Then walk to the elevator, say good bye, and go to floor one.  Once there, hit the button for my floor, and gone back to my room in peace.  Logically that would be great, since no hard feelings would occur.  I'll just save it for next time, which a next time is ALWAYS inevitable with the devil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11754299-111203277588117523?l=provokedthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/111203277588117523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11754299&amp;postID=111203277588117523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111203277588117523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11754299/posts/default/111203277588117523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://provokedthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-rules-of-etiquette.html' title='new rules of etiquette'/><author><name>the devil's victim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06657349856262618985</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>
