<?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-6524125</id><updated>2011-08-05T13:36:12.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Penguins Fascinate Me...</title><subtitle type='html'>"Anyway, it's boring, but it's my life." -Ron Burgundy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>104</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-114481480357056018</id><published>2006-04-11T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T07:42:47.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 10.59.pm...&lt;br /&gt;My ears hurt. I have had to get my mom to pop the rings back through the holes twice already. I have been kind of sick the last couple of days and I am glad that I was off today. Although, I did go help Bridget find some money in the office so I clocked in for that. Shelley Flowers from Altra called me today and confirmed that I had the job so I put in my two weeks notice at Brookshire's while I was up there. I am very excited about starting a new job. I was going to go rent my tux for Meredith's prom today but Mom convinced me to go to Tyler so I am going Thursday. Um, that's all, folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-114481480357056018?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/114481480357056018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=114481480357056018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/114481480357056018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/114481480357056018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2006/04/captains-log-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-114455024086766720</id><published>2006-04-08T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T21:37:20.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 9.31.pm...&lt;br /&gt;Well, last night me, Meredith, Jett, and one of his friends went to Longview. Poor Jett had to go through side roads and stuff and ended up getting lost. He finally found his way back to where we were but we couldn't find the piercing place we were looking for. When we did find it, they told us that they didn't do piercings anymore. They gave us "directions" to Studio 2000 but we ended up recruiting Natalie's help to get near there. When we got there, I got my lobes pierced (14 gauge) and Jett talked to the guy about getting his tatto fixed/filled in. After we got home me and Meredith just hung out at her house until I came home. I was going to put retainers in today (Carol's idea) but when I took the captives out, the back of the hole closed up immediately and my mom had to pop the ring back through. I just left early and went by the Dollar Store on the way to work and put band-aids over them. I am planning on putting in my two weeks notice about Wednesday at Brookshire's so that I can start my job at Altra. More money, more facial hair, and a couple more piercings...sounds like a good job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-114455024086766720?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/114455024086766720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=114455024086766720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/114455024086766720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/114455024086766720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2006/04/captains-log-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-114421679809912201</id><published>2006-04-05T00:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T00:59:58.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 12.54.am...&lt;br /&gt;Drama is gay. I understand that in high school it just comes around and you have to deal with it because you can't really get away from it. But I have been out of high school for almost a year now and my friends that I graduated with still seem to be struggling with it. To tell you the truth, males are not the ones struggling. When will our female counterparts realize that it is pointless to raise cane over trivial things? Grow up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-114421679809912201?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/114421679809912201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=114421679809912201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/114421679809912201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/114421679809912201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2006/04/captains-log-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-114404099450853955</id><published>2006-04-02T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T00:10:51.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 11.13.pm...&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel good. I laid down for a bit but I can't sleep. So I am hoping to get an S-10. I found some cool things that I'd like to do to it and here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaved door/tailgate handles&lt;br /&gt;Hidden rear license&lt;br /&gt;Keyless entry/remote starter&lt;br /&gt;Airbags/body drop&lt;br /&gt;Rollpan&lt;br /&gt;Underglow&lt;br /&gt;Custon steering wheel&lt;br /&gt;Suicide doors&lt;br /&gt;Black projector headlights/tail lights&lt;br /&gt;Black/silver 20" wheels&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-114404099450853955?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/114404099450853955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=114404099450853955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/114404099450853955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/114404099450853955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2006/04/captains-log-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-114356887076559453</id><published>2006-03-28T11:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T12:03:25.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 11.54.am...&lt;br /&gt;POST #100!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I knew I would make it this far. And we are up to...2 readers! We've come a long way, guys. I just want to thank everyone who helped make it this far: God, Emily, Jett, and Meredith. Last night me and Jett decided to put in my reverse-glow gauges that I've had forever. He made the mistake of taking the needles off and now none of them work except the speedometer but that's really the only one I need. I have to take my video card back to Circuit City today because it has starting flaking out when I play my detail-oriented games. I found another that I want to get and will probably order it tonight. It is an nVidia Geforce 7600GT and hopefully will run Black &amp;amp; White 2 and KOTOR2 without any hesitation. I am going to Meredith's tonight when she gets out of orchestra and hopefully a new episode of Miami Ink will be on. Last week it was a rerun and upset me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-114356887076559453?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/114356887076559453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=114356887076559453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/114356887076559453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/114356887076559453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2006/03/captains-log-11_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-114313693778960733</id><published>2006-03-23T11:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T12:02:17.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 11.31.am...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I dyed Meredith's hair dark brown the other day. Her mom didn't like it but who cares? Then I had my aunt dye mine dark dark brown so it looks black. I got most of my computer parts in yesterday so I put it together last night and had John help me install the operating system and configure BIOS. I have a cord coming in today that will allow me to use my TV as a monitor. School sucks and I wish it was over for summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-114313693778960733?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/114313693778960733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=114313693778960733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/114313693778960733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/114313693778960733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2006/03/captains-log-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-114269941314243246</id><published>2006-03-18T10:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T10:30:13.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 10.15.am...&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing up so early, you ask? Well I decided to dye my hair black again and this morning was the only time my aunt had to do it. I'm awake now so I figured I'd blog for all the crybabies out there. Dr. Holt called me on my way home and I am supposed to go over there to update his computer Tuesday when I get out of school. Spring Break is almost over so that sucks. I ordered parts to build a gaming computer the other day so they should be in next week. That's about all that's going on, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-114269941314243246?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/114269941314243246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=114269941314243246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/114269941314243246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/114269941314243246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2006/03/captains-log-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-114110887589017974</id><published>2006-02-28T00:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T00:41:15.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 12.31.am...&lt;br /&gt;I always tend to wait until I am sleepy to blog. I downloaded a bunch of new music yesterday so I only have 8GB left on my 30GB iPod before it is full. I should have gotten the 60GB. Now I am going to have to filter through my music to see what I listen to and what I don't. Haven't really done much. Work, church, Mere, sometimes I go to Noey and Jennifer's and play Halo. Crap I never blog because nothing happens. God is good all the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-114110887589017974?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/114110887589017974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=114110887589017974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/114110887589017974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/114110887589017974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2006/02/captains-log-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-114006552770300699</id><published>2006-02-15T22:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T23:31:36.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 10.48.pm...&lt;br /&gt;I am so sleepy. I am about to go to bed. My tax return will be in Friday. I get paid tomorrow. I am changing my major to Accounting next semester. Valentine's Day was good. Meredith got me a card and learned a song on the guitar and played it for me. It was very sweet and romantic. I wrote her a poem and got her a new TV for her room since her mom took her other one that she just got. I am also going to put a DVD player in there so she can watch more than 3 channels. I probably won't be able to see her again until Friday night which kind of sucks. I don't understand why people want to buy my car when it is not for sale. Then when I put it up for sale, nobody wants to buy it. I had Mom buy some cereal at Brookshire's today because they were on sale for $.99 a piece. I love Lucky Charms. I used to not eat Lucky Charms because I thought that the marshmallows were fruit-flavored and it just occurred to me about a month ago that the marshmallows probably taste like marshmallows. I tried them and I like them. Now I eat them, Cocoa Puffs, and Cookie Crisp. I downloaded the Movies and it is a pretty cool game, I guess. Kbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-114006552770300699?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/114006552770300699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=114006552770300699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/114006552770300699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/114006552770300699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2006/02/captains-log-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-113912566833792908</id><published>2006-02-05T01:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T01:53:01.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 1.36.am...&lt;br /&gt;Me and mom did my tax return thing the other day. I am only getting $262. I found out that if your parents still claim you as a dependent, then you get less money. But if you make more than $10,000 a year, then your parents cannot claim you as a dependent anymore. I made almost $9,000 this year so maybe next year I will make more and be able to get a bigger tax refund. Rodney Burkett (of all people) was telling me how he and his wife itemize their crap so they get a lot of tax write-offs ($1,800 worth this year). I am saving all my receipts, baby. I went to Meredith's this afternoon and we drove to Longview to get her Chucks that were her Christmas present. She had to use a nasty old loner sock because she wore flip-flops to go try on shoes. We went by PacSun but they don't have any sunglasses that fit my head. The beauty and handsome pageant was tonight at KHS (which Mere was in) so we went to that and Mere was gorgeous. Nothing much else after that. Meredith fell asleep while watching TV.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-113912566833792908?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/113912566833792908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=113912566833792908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113912566833792908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113912566833792908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2006/02/captains-log-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-113839294472333756</id><published>2006-01-27T13:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T14:15:44.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 1.49.pm...&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated because nothing exciting happens. Last night I went to Meredith's and we watched some tattoo shows and Whose Line Is It Anyway?. I've gotten all my W-2 forms in from my jobs and I hope to get some money soon. I have to work 3-8:30 today but I am off all weekend thanks to Melissa. Meredith wanted me to try to get off because her friend Courtney is going out to eat for her birthday Saturday night. And now I have to get ready for work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-113839294472333756?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/113839294472333756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=113839294472333756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113839294472333756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113839294472333756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2006/01/captains-log-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-113756544783807160</id><published>2006-01-18T00:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T22:42:15.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 12.19.am...&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed there are some things that just set me off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) When someone says they will call you back and then they don't&lt;br /&gt;2) When you finally find something you want to eat and then realize that you can't eat it for some reason or another&lt;br /&gt;3) When you make plans to do something with somebody and they ditch you for something not as important&lt;br /&gt;4) When you are busy and behind at work and your manager is sitting up in the office on the phone and you have to stop what you're doing to go do something that he could have helped with&lt;br /&gt;5) When you get stereotyped or judged because of how you look&lt;br /&gt;6) When people ignore the good advice that you give them and then you have to say, "I told you so."&lt;br /&gt;7) When you have to conform to society's ways: not because your ways are immoral but because they are uncommon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really all I can think of right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-113756544783807160?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/113756544783807160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=113756544783807160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113756544783807160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113756544783807160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2006/01/captains-log-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-113748542132019571</id><published>2006-01-17T02:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T02:11:57.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 2.05.am...&lt;br /&gt;I don't like school. I don't like trying to go to bed early for school. I don't like reading for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do much today. Last night we went to the Cooks' house after church and played pool for a little bit. Then we went back to Meredith's and hung out until I came home. Today I went to work and it rained for the first time in 3 years. Okay, it hasn't really been that long but it has been a few weeks. Jett got a new truck that he can pull trailers with. I guess if you have cool stuff to put on the trailer then it's a cool truck. I'm hungry. Everybody quit reading my blog. Jett doesn't get online as much as he did two weeks ago and Meredith still rarely gets online. I think Emily just fell off the face of the earth because I am so going to beat her to my 100th blog (unless she's already made it). I'll check it out. She is beating me by one post. This is #92 for me and she is on #93. It's like I'm sneaking up on her and she doesn't even know it. If she would ever read other people's blogs (or do her own) then she would know. Oh well, sweet and silent victory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-113748542132019571?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/113748542132019571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=113748542132019571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113748542132019571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113748542132019571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2006/01/captains-log-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-113731711421765146</id><published>2006-01-15T03:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T03:25:14.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 3.23.am...&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up and cleaned my room because my mom told me I had to. Then I went to work and it was pretty busy so I didn't get bored. After work I went to Meredith's and we watched The Dukes of Hazzard, which was good. Meredith fell asleep (imagine that) and I came home at 2:30. I should not have been able to summarize my whole day in less than 5 sentences. I'm so lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-113731711421765146?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/113731711421765146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=113731711421765146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113731711421765146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113731711421765146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2006/01/captains-log-3_15.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-113723210330093387</id><published>2006-01-14T03:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T03:48:23.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 3.41.am...&lt;br /&gt;Lots of unnecessary drama going on. Just pray for Meredith and me and an unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started back school Wednesday and it SUCKS! Most of my classes seem like they are going to be pretty easy except for my literature class that I think is going to be pretty reading-intensive. I don't like to read. Tonight me, Meredith, and John went to a concert at Trinity Fellowship Church to see one of Mere's friends play. I'm not a big concert type of guy unless I just love the band and know all the songs so I fell asleep. Yeah, I know you're thinking, "How do you fall asleep in a concert?" Let me tell you, it is possible. The music was okay, it started out like soft rock (kind of) and then turned into like praise and worship. I didn't want to stay because I was bored but I took one for the team and waited it out until 9. Relient K is playing in Houston this March and I am very much looking forward to going to that concert but that's still a ways away. After the concert we went and ate at Chick-fil-A and man, was it good. I had only eaten 4 slices of pizza prior so I was about to starve. I was still hungry after we got home so I ate a bowl of cereal about 15 minutes ago. Oh yeah, we went to the Cook's for a little bit and Noey beat me at pool (imagine that) but then we came back to my house. Meredith fell asleep watching That 70's Show and her dad called asking why she wasn't home because she told me her parents didn't tell her what time to be home. It's funny though because if they ever call her and tell her she's late, then they are already asleep again by the time I get her home. I did not realize that it was nearly 4 a.m. so I am going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-113723210330093387?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/113723210330093387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=113723210330093387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113723210330093387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113723210330093387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2006/01/captains-log-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-113677540059622599</id><published>2006-01-08T20:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T20:56:40.646-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 8.47.pm...&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend is hot. Everybody &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/mere03.jpg"&gt;go see&lt;/a&gt; how good she looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I haven't done anything lately worth talking about. I go to work, I hang out with John and Meredith, I go to church, and I sleep late. I am working on designing Jett another tattoo. But me and Meredith are making him get one filled in before I finish his new one. Longhorns won the something bowl...WHOOPIDEEDOO! I changed my tongue ring out today for the first time since I got it pierced. When I took it out, I got kind of queesy (if that's how you spell it) but I was fine. I think there is going to be a hard spot in my tongue for the rest of my life from the piercing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-113677540059622599?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/113677540059622599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=113677540059622599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113677540059622599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113677540059622599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2006/01/captains-log-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-113635145543018305</id><published>2006-01-03T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T23:10:55.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 11.10.pm...&lt;br /&gt;I just basically worked today. Played with a remote-controlled car. Ate Subway. Played Mario. I thought I did something more exciting but I guess not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-113635145543018305?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/113635145543018305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=113635145543018305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113635145543018305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113635145543018305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2006/01/captains-log-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-113601956569449277</id><published>2005-12-31T02:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T13:04:46.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 2.49.am...&lt;br /&gt;I think I may beat Emiliy to post #100. This morning I had to go get my much-needed oil change at Clark's so while I was waiting I went to my grandma's and visited with my family that was in from Missouri. After that, I went to Kilgore, picked up Meredith, and drove to Longview where I bought my Onkyo surround sound system for my room. Not bad at all for $250. We also went to Pac Sun while we were in Longview and I bought a black Element track jacket with my gift card. Then we went back to my house and John helped me set up all my surround sound stuff. At 7 we went and picked up Nikki and Jett and drove to Tyler to eat at IHOP and then Jett got another tattoo (another of my designs) and Jason Bowles got his labret pierced. Nothing for me tonight, thank you. Still not real sure what we're doing for New Years yet. I think we may go over to the Cook's or something. I need to design Jett a new tattoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-113601956569449277?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/113601956569449277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=113601956569449277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113601956569449277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113601956569449277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/12/captains-log-2_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-113576268566931879</id><published>2005-12-28T03:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T03:38:05.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 3.26.am...&lt;br /&gt;Apparently playing GameCube is less mature than playing another console...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today we had Christmas at my grandma's. So I got up at like 11 and went and picked up Meredith from Kilgore then came back to the house for a little bit. Then we went into Overton and opened gifts and ate...something. Then me and Meredith went to Tyler but Pac Sun didn't have anything worth spending my gift card on. I did get some low rise jeans from American Eagle though. Not much else went on. Me and Meredith came back to my house and watched TV until I took her home. I wish Jett or Emily would update their blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-113576268566931879?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/113576268566931879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=113576268566931879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113576268566931879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113576268566931879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/12/captains-log-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-113567178529963928</id><published>2005-12-27T02:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T02:23:05.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 2.12.am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"My Girl's Ex-Boyfriend" by Relient K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was seeing her&lt;br /&gt;You could see he had his doubts&lt;br /&gt;And now he's missing her&lt;br /&gt;Because he knows he's missing out&lt;br /&gt;Now it's haunting him&lt;br /&gt;The memories like a ghost&lt;br /&gt;He's so terrified&lt;br /&gt;'Cause no one else even comes close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the guy that you should feel sorry for&lt;br /&gt;He had the world but he thought that he wanted more&lt;br /&gt;I owe it all to the mistake he made back then&lt;br /&gt;I owe it all to my girl's ex-boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then along comes me&lt;br /&gt;This undeserving mess&lt;br /&gt;Who would believe&lt;br /&gt;My life would be so blessed&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago&lt;br /&gt;He left all that debris&lt;br /&gt;Who would have known&lt;br /&gt;He would leave everything I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the guy that you should feel sorry for&lt;br /&gt;He had the world but he thought that he wanted more&lt;br /&gt;I owe it all to the mistake he made back then&lt;br /&gt;I owe it all to my girl's ex-boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for him, I would still be searching&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't know my best friend&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for him, he would be able to see that&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for him, he'd be as happy as me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she and I settled down you can bet&lt;br /&gt;That he is gonna have to settle for less&lt;br /&gt;He's someone I would hate to be&lt;br /&gt;I got the girl, and he's left with just the memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the guy that you should feel sorry for&lt;br /&gt;He had the world but he thought that he wanted more&lt;br /&gt;I owe it all to the mistake he made back then&lt;br /&gt;I owe it all to my girl's ex-boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for him, I would still be searching&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't know my best friend&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for him, he would be able to see that&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for him, he'd be as happy as me&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-113567178529963928?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/113567178529963928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=113567178529963928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113567178529963928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113567178529963928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/12/captains-log-2_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-113553924776133256</id><published>2005-12-25T13:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T13:36:47.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 1.24.pm...&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday was Christmas Eve. I woke up at like 9:30 and got ready, then went to Kilgore and picked up Meredith. We came back to the house and I gave her her present and we chilled here until all my family started coming over. I got money from my grandparents: $80. I had to be at work at 3 (busiest day of the year) so I left at 2:30 to take Meredith home. Work went by pretty quick because it stayed busy. I had to stay about an hour late, though, to help Melissa with the office. But it's cool because she's helped me a lot on her days off. After work, I drove to Meredith's and met her godfather, Pat. We talked with her family and watched Fantastic Four, then they went to bed. Meredith made pancakes for me and Ricky, which were excellent and filled me up. Meredith and I watched Jackass: The Movie (until she fell asleep) and then I came home about 2:30 and went to bed to wait on Santa.&lt;br /&gt;Today is Christmas. Happy birthday, Jesus! We got up at 9:15 and went to church and then came home and opened presents. I got my HDTV, 3 shirts from Pac Sun, Friends Season 1-3, $200, March of the Penguins, a penguin mousepad, some candy, car fresheners, socks, and I think that's about it. Good Christmas. I helped my brother set up his Xbox Live account and then I hooked my new TV up to my Xbox and GameCube. It looks beautiful! Tonight we are going to Ronnie and Julie's to open gifts and I think Meredith might come with me depending on what her family is doing. We are going to Mama Dar's Tuesday to have Christmas because Aunt Teresa and the kids will be in. Now I'm gonna go watch Anchorman and eat lunch. "Kbye"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-113553924776133256?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/113553924776133256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=113553924776133256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113553924776133256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113553924776133256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/12/captains-log-1_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-113541438409478456</id><published>2005-12-24T02:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T02:53:04.410-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 2.40.am...&lt;br /&gt;Welp, today started off bad. Well, not all bad. I stayed up until 5:30 watching Old School (which Meredith got me for Christmas, along with Anchor Man and A Collision by David Crowder Band). And for some reason I thought I had to work 4-8 today so I planned to sleep til 1 or 2. At 1:45 Mom came in my room and happened to look at my schedule which said 2-8. CRAP! So I called eMatt and told him I would be a little late but I got there about 2:30. It went by quick in the sense that I didn't have much down time but it still seemed like it drug on forever because I was supposed to be meeting Meredith afterwards. After I got off, I came home and changed clothes and headed to Kilgore. I picked up Mere and we drove to Longview and ate at Shogun. Not bad, if I do say so myself. It was a good first date for Batman and Catwoman. After I took her home, I came to my house and wrapped presents for Chaney, Mom, John, and Meredith. I never did find anything for Dad. He's so hard to buy for. Jett's cool. Meredith's hot. Emily's goofy. Those are the only three people who read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-113541438409478456?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/113541438409478456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=113541438409478456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113541438409478456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113541438409478456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/12/captains-log-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-113528027367199695</id><published>2005-12-22T13:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T23:42:39.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 1.29.pm...&lt;br /&gt;MAN! I am so tired. I stayed up until 5:00 just piddle-farting around. Well I went and got John's and Meredith's Christmas gifts...part of them anyway. Still gotta wrap them. I got Melissa to switch with me so I got to go to the candlelight service last night at church. It was very nice but the video that John had made got corrupted when he was trying to transfer to his external hard drive so we had to run the presentation through PowerPoint. Anyway, it's boring, but it's part of my life. Meredith is coming home today. I am going to go over to her house when I get off work at 9. Man I miss her. I started doing a new MySpace layout but I just got tired of messing with it last night. Basically, I'm teaching myself to do style sheets without any kind of tutorial. Now that I think about it, I have a PDF tutorial on CSS somewhere on my computer. Rudy pooped on the floor because nobody has been home (or awake) to let him outside. I showed Jett the tattoo I designed for him and I think he likes it. I never can remember what all I did the day before to write it on my blog each day. I'm gonna go take a shower. Peace out (Kip voice)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-113528027367199695?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/113528027367199695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=113528027367199695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113528027367199695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113528027367199695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/12/captains-log-1_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-113514150475180496</id><published>2005-12-20T22:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T23:18:35.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 11.02.pm...&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what Jett is talking about in the last comment but he's my boy anyway. Meredith and I are now happily dating. She is in Austin, Massachusetts right now so I can't see her. When she gets back, we are going to eat at Shogun in Longview because I love that place! I have been working on her Xanga layout because it was lacking. Personally, I think my layout is pretty cool but Xanga is restrictive and won't let you change everything on it. If you can, I don't know how to do it without changing the whole header. Anyway, it's boring, but it's part of my life. I'm gonna change some stuff. Kbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-113514150475180496?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/113514150475180496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=113514150475180496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113514150475180496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113514150475180496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/12/captains-log-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-113476099779132839</id><published>2005-12-16T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T13:24:36.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 1.12.pm...&lt;br /&gt;I just looked in the bottom of my cup of tea and there are grains down there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I been talking to this girl named Meredith, right? Yesterday, after I bombed my programming final, I went to Kilgore and we hung out there for a little while. Then we came back to Overton and wasted as much time as possible until my mom got off work so then we went to my house and ate some AJ's. We also watched Anchorman (finally). I'm glad I can understand all the funny parts that people are talking about now. Then I had to take her home at 11:30 or something and got pulled over on the way home for "speeding" even though my speedometer said 55. I guess you could say that we are a couple now. Not me and the cop, but me and Meredith. But I didn't get a ticket so I was VERY relieved about that. Oh yeah, we rented "Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Smith" and "The Island" at Blockbuster in Kilgore so I get to watch them. Sarah Maxwell is having a Christmas party tonight so me and Meredith are going over there after I get off work. You know your metabolism is too fast when you have to stop in the middle of your meal to go to the bathroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-113476099779132839?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/113476099779132839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=113476099779132839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113476099779132839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113476099779132839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/12/captains-log-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-113427624421831139</id><published>2005-12-10T22:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T01:00:00.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 10.26.pm...&lt;br /&gt;It all started a few days ago when Courtni (Ms. Frizzell) and I had been e-mailing each other back and forth. She was going to come to the Fruitvale/Overton basketball game on Friday since she teaches at Fruitvale now. In the e-mail, she suggested that we go to the basketball together but Fruitvale's game got cancelled and Overton lost so they didn't play each other Friday. Soooo she met Jett, Nikki, and me at IHOP in Tyler and we ate. And she was hot. And she is 25. Anyway, after she left, the rest of us went to Lil' Paul's and I got my tongue pierced. After I NEARLY passed out, Jett got a tattoo of the decal on the front of my car on his back. Tony was nice enough to bring me some crushed ice from TJC. Now my tongue hurts. Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/tongueblog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also talked to this girl named Meredith who I talked to a few years back. I think she is coming with me to Sarah's Christmas party Friday. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first player of this game starts with the topic "My 5 weird habits" and people who get tagged need to write a xanga entry about their 5 weird habits as well as state the rules clearly. In the end you need to choose the -next- 5 people to be tagged and list their xanga ID's. Do not tag someone that has already been tagged. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are&lt;br /&gt;tagged" on their xanga and tell them to read yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I quote movies and use them in response to everyday speech from normal people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have more pieces of metal on my face (or in my mouth) than I do Xbox 360 games (if you count my braces retainers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I do not use my napkin to wipe my mouth or hands, I simply wipe my hands on my napkin which stays in my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I average about 9 hours a day on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I won't burn movies if they are full screen versions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=always_onmymind"&gt;Tracie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/spanktastic_good_girl"&gt;Meredith&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/lauranicole1105"&gt;Laura Hartley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=lauralou2009"&gt;Laura (Tracie's friend)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=Is_it_cuz_im_white"&gt;Laura Perkins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-113427624421831139?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/113427624421831139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=113427624421831139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113427624421831139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113427624421831139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/12/captains-log-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-113405690218721137</id><published>2005-12-08T09:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T09:48:22.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Album Review&lt;br /&gt;(2005) Good Apollo I'm Burning Star IV, Volume One: From Fear through the Eyes of Madness&lt;br /&gt;Coheed &amp;  Cambria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/B000AA302A.01._SCLZZZZZZZ_small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;After listening to (2003) In Keeping Secrets of Silent Earth: 3, I just don't think that the new album from Coheed &amp;amp; Cambria can stand up to its predecessor. I have only listened to two of their albums so far, and I really like the band, but they've got to get back to their roots if they want their saga of albums to be a hit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-113405690218721137?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/113405690218721137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=113405690218721137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113405690218721137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113405690218721137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/12/album-review-2005-good-apollo-im_08.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-113405378695496030</id><published>2005-12-08T08:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T08:56:26.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 8.54.am...&lt;br /&gt;In response to the comment on the previous blog, I only try to change the person I am dating because if they were not like that, then I would not have dated them in the first place. The girl may want us to stay together, but I'd rather them be honest with me and let me know that they cannot be the type of girl that I date so that I would not waste my time dating them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-113405378695496030?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/113405378695496030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=113405378695496030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113405378695496030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113405378695496030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/12/captains-log-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-113242925891611108</id><published>2005-11-19T13:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T13:40:58.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 1.36.pm...&lt;br /&gt;Girls are fake. When you date them, they pretend like everything they do is what you would want them to do and then when you break up, you see the true side of them. Then you think, "If I would have known they were like this, I never would have dated them." Both of my serious relationships have gone like this. I hope this isn't going to become a pattern. I just can't believe that both of the girls that I dated recently are as crappy people as they are. Oh well, enough venting for the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-113242925891611108?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/113242925891611108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=113242925891611108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113242925891611108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113242925891611108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/11/captains-log-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-113212438060830301</id><published>2005-11-16T00:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T00:59:40.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 12.52.am...&lt;br /&gt;I just had a revelation. Ever since Megan and I broke up, I have been bummed out because I just hate being single. I hate that she is seeing someone else. I hate the fact that there is not one special someone that I can go to when no one else is around. I hate that I don't have someone that I can share everything with. I feel like there is a void in my life and I've been trying to fill it with a girlfriend but I think my problem is that I have not been putting God first in my life where He needs to be. Sure, I prayed for God's Will in all aspects of my life when making decisions, but I've been trying fill my spare time with the company of a girl, or some video or computer game, or spending time with a friend, or something that is finite. I just realized tonight that when I begin to focus everything around Him again, that's when the voids will start filling. I cannot fill them myself and I have been wasting months trying to. Everyone who reads this (Emily), pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-113212438060830301?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/113212438060830301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=113212438060830301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113212438060830301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/113212438060830301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/11/captains-log-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-112891204243806682</id><published>2005-10-09T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T21:40:42.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 9.40.pm...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when things happen you just have to take what you're given and try to find the bright side of things. Breaking up has always been a part of life that I hated. When it happened again the other night, I tried to be strong. I stayed concrete for about 2 or 3 days but when the music hits me, I lose it. All the pain rushes in and floods my head. I can't help but just sit and think and hurt. The music brings pain but soothes at the same time. Isn't it ironic...don't ya think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-112891204243806682?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/112891204243806682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=112891204243806682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/112891204243806682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/112891204243806682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/10/captains-log-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-112783196936409223</id><published>2005-09-27T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T09:39:29.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 9.31.am...&lt;br /&gt;What sucks about the school's high speed Internet connection is that it has a firewall that won't allow me to download music or games. What a waste of speed. Instead, I have to leave my computer on overnight to download games because my fa-zcha won't allow me to leave my computer on during the day...not connected to the Internet anyway. He says it ties up the phone line...you know, the number that nobody calls on. And he is too lazy to keep his cell phone in his pocket, he just leaves it in his truck so nobody can get a hold of him on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was freakin' crazy from about 6:00 Wednesday night to Saturday night at Brookshire's because of the "massive hurricane" that was supposed to effect us tremendously. We ran out of water, bread, and milk because everyone around Overton thought that the world was coming to an end. In the end, the power was out for a maximum of one day and I imagine everyone felt stupid for overreacting. I hope they did. The whole time the power was out at my house, I was at work and vice-versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an assignment given to us two weeks ago in my computer programming class and I just got the program downloaded to start working on it a few days ago. Well, it wouldn't install on my computer so I had to use John's. This assignment that the professor claimed would take us two weeks to do only took me about an hour and a half to perfect it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't sold my car so I don't think I'm meant to get a new one. I am, however, setting aside money to buy an iPod, an Xbox 360, and possibly a gaming computer if my laptop won't start acting better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-112783196936409223?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/112783196936409223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=112783196936409223&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/112783196936409223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/112783196936409223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/09/captains-log-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-112702553252577537</id><published>2005-09-18T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T01:38:52.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 1.33.am...&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, sleeping till noon is nice. I got up, took a shower, and goofed around until I had to get ready for work. Oh yeah, work sucked. Mr. Matthew is a crappy schedule maker and thinks that just because the fair is in Longview that means that nobody will come to Brookshire's on a Saturday night. What a retard. So I had to check most of the night instead of working in the office, which I hate doing. I don't mind checking, but I hate having to stop what I'm doing to do something else. But at least I'm getting a few extra hours a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm selling my car again, lol. I may end up having to trade it in to a dealership because I'm wanting a Scion xB now instead of the Mazda3 or Mazda6. The Scion is about 3 or 4 thousand cheaper than a Mazda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New site layout is coming soon...when I design it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-112702553252577537?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/112702553252577537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=112702553252577537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/112702553252577537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/112702553252577537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/09/captains-log-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-112589886802622813</id><published>2005-09-04T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T00:41:08.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;Captain's Log 12.14.am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to work on a new site layout pretty soon. I may keep the window aspect of it because it's easy to see and I think it looks good but I may change the background to maybe a dark grey or something. Perhaps add some blue in place of the red? We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-112589886802622813?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/112589886802622813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=112589886802622813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/112589886802622813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/112589886802622813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/09/captains-log-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-112460783272260290</id><published>2005-08-21T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T02:03:52.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 1.55.am...&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to orientation for Brookshire's today. It was as boring as I'd expected so don't worry. It only went from 9 to 1, though, so that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan and I broke up like a week ago or something so I guess I should put it on here since I put everything else on here. She just got back from Austin so I am really getting a chance to talk to her about it. She is so weird. Her and Cherie both did the same thing to me: they think that they have to break up with me to see if I'm "the one for them." I guess it's just a girl thing because guys don't do dumb stuff like that. I mean, if you are with the person and you enjoy being with them, then who cares if they are the person you are supposed to marry. If you are meant to marry someone else, then someone else will come along and you'll get hooked up with them somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Tyler after orientation today and got an external hard drive, an external DVD burner, and a flash drive at Circuit City. Most of it is for my laptop but I went ahead and got it since it was on sale. My DVD collection is growing but I'm afraid I'm going to have to reburn a lot of them since I found out that my burner has been messed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I've got to figure out why my DVD drives are ripping DVDs so slow. Usually it would take about 3o minutes max to rip a DVD and now it takes like 9+ hours. I have been ripping "The Life Aquatic" for about an hour or two now and it is still saying 9 hours remaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I downloaded a CD cover for Kill Bill Volume 2 and it is the best cover I've ever seen. It is perfectly centered and the picture is VERY crisp and brilliantly colored. I kinda wish I could take credit for the scan. I know I'm a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dad, and I watched "Ice Age" while we ate supper and I fell asleep in the middle of it because I had to get up at 7 this morning and I'm used to sleeping til noon or later everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start back at Brookshire's on Monday and I'm not very excited about it. As a job, it's not bad...but it's a job, which means I can't just sleep in everyday. Actually school is the reason I'm having to get up in the mornings. I don't have to be at work until 3 in the afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-112460783272260290?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/112460783272260290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=112460783272260290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/112460783272260290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/112460783272260290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/08/captains-log-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-112452157166024411</id><published>2005-08-20T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T02:07:02.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captian's Log 1.48.am...&lt;br /&gt;Lots of stuff to update about. Crystal and I aren't getting an apartment anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a laptop ordered from Best Buy and it is supposed to be in near the end of next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to orientation for Brookshire's tomorrow. I start back Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start school Wednesday but I only have one class that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Bishop and I were supposed to hang out tonight but he never called me back. My friends seem to be doing that to me a lot lately. Anytime I ask someone to hang out with me or they ask me to hang out with them, they say they will call me later but they never do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brookshire's is very strict about their dress code so I had to get my hair cut today. Just to show Brookshire's that I'm the boss, I dyed it black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit Hollister. I quit AJ's. I am not wanting to go back to school because I'm going to be living at home for the rest of my life. I can't afford to move out yet so I'm stuck at home like a child. Home isn't a bad place to be but I'm the type of person who likes independence and I want to be able to just take care of myself instead of having to depend on someone else to do it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crack in my front bumper has postponed the picture-taking that was promised in a previous post. As soon as I get all that fixed, I will take more pictures and let everyone who reads this (Emily) see my awesome black headlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that after I pay off the Accord, I'm going to sell it and start another car project. I decided that when I learn how to do programming and stuff, I'd like to make a program (or use someone else's) to do like the guy on "The Fast and the Furious" and show people what their car could look like with aftermarket parts. I think Discount Tire's website lets you see what rims would look like on your car but it has never worked for me. There is always some error encountered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in 11 days. I will be 19. Pretty much all I asked for was a shirt, a spoiler for my car, and an iPod. Man I used to knock iPods all the time until they dropped the price and added some features. Then John told me how unreliable the less expensive MP3 players were and I realized that when it comes to technology, you pay for what you get. (This was not the case in the grocery business. All milk was the same but some gallons were a dollar more than others.) The iPods now include the photo feature and sell for the price of the regular iPod. What's also cool is that if you are a student (which I am) then you get a 10% discount. But my mother said that $270 is too much to spend on a birthday present so I imagine i'll be getting mostly money which will probably go towards my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my car, I still have underglow, racing gauges, and a gauge bezel sitting in my garage because nobody has time to install it. I could take it to a professional to get it done but then I'd have to pay an arm and a leg. My cousins will do it for free or nearly nothing but the problem with that is finding a time that they are willing to stop whatever it is they are doing and work on my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my cousins, Justin asked me to start working for him when I wasn't at school or at Brookshire's...which isn't going to be often. I have to go over there a few hours a day to learn the computer programs and stuff, but after that I'll be able to stay there by myself and work on things that need to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will probably be my last post until I get my laptop. If I have problems with my lappy then I will become very angered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-112452157166024411?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/112452157166024411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=112452157166024411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/112452157166024411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/112452157166024411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/08/captians-log-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-112140939900594080</id><published>2005-07-15T01:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T01:36:39.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 1.22.am...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have my new headlights in but it's been raining off and on so I haven't had a chance to wash it and take pictures of it. I've been watching XGames Classix on ESPN and it's got me pumped about XGames 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Andy Milonakis Show is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a shower in the dark today to see what it was like. It was harder than taking a regular shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-112140939900594080?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/112140939900594080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=112140939900594080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/112140939900594080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/112140939900594080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/07/captains-log-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-111930241890107124</id><published>2005-06-20T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T14:00:46.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 4.09.pm...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally took some pictures of my car since I got the body kit put on. Enjoy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Big01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Big02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Big03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb03.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Big04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb04.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-111930241890107124?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/111930241890107124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=111930241890107124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111930241890107124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111930241890107124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/06/captains-log-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-111777234244952016</id><published>2005-06-02T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:19:02.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 11.16.pm...&lt;br /&gt;I have found out that when I'm not working, I have no life. Megan and I did get to see each other like 4 out of the last 6 days so that was cool but now we're having to do the break thing because her parents are anal. The last two nights (and today) I have had absolutely nothing to do because everyone is busy or at work. I get so bored just sitting her by myself. Bored bored bored. And no one will answer their phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-111777234244952016?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/111777234244952016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=111777234244952016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111777234244952016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111777234244952016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/06/captains-log-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-111691577094407653</id><published>2005-05-24T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T22:33:05.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 12.45.am...&lt;br /&gt;I finally got to see Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith today. I would have to say that it is the best of them all. Let's recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Episode IV started, we came in in the middle of the battle between the Empire and the rebels. Those first three paragraphs give you a little bit of a heads up, but viewers will only read so much. Anyway, the storyline is very smooth and well thought out all the way through Episode VI. Of course, George Lucas knew that he wanted to go back and do Episodes I through III, and I think he did an excellent job of creating backgrounds for each event and character. Everything ties in perfectly. I did have a few concerns, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Lucas used the same actor to play the Emperor, Darth Sidious, in Episodes I through VI, so whenever Anakin realized that Chancellor Palpatine was actually the Sith lord, it was no surprise to anyone who has seen Episodes V or VI because he looks just like the Emperor, Darth Sidious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, when people watch Episodes I through VI, they are already going to know that Anakin is Luke's father. I think that people should be made to watch IV through VI, then I through III.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a good movie. I still feel like I need more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-111691577094407653?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/111691577094407653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=111691577094407653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111691577094407653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111691577094407653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/05/captains-log-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-111604180194795749</id><published>2005-05-13T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T22:31:39.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 10.30.pm...&lt;br /&gt;I swear Squirl is a nymphomaniac. Every single sentence out of his mouth (in 4th period, anyway) has something to do with nuts, a scrotum, some guts, curves, or someone being a fag. I wonder if his parents dropped him on his head when he was a baby. His crazy redneck dad probably did some crap. Kirby is flippin' out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been over a month since I sent payment on the body kit and still no sign of it. They e-mailed me the day that it was supposed to be in and said that they needed the name of the business it was being shipped to or it would be an additional $30 to ship to a residential address. What the crap?! It was supposed to be at my house that day. I replied and they said they would ship it this week. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my new job at AJ's Monday. I don't make as much as I did at Brookshire's, but I do get to have long hair, facial hair, more hours, and I can wear my labret. And we get to screw around and not get yelled at. Good job, everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haylee's boyfriend, Clark, is taking some chick to the prom that likes him because Haylee's mom won't let her go since she's only a sophomore. So I offered to take Haylee out and just let her have fun and keep her mind off the fact that her boyfriend is at prom with another girl. But I can't get a hold of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brookshire's flippin' didn't turn in my vacation hours so I didn't get a paycheck this week. Good thing I wasn't in dire need of some money, fags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep getting graduation money. So that is helping out with the fact that I haven't started getting a paycheck from AJ's yet. AJ's Place stands for Annie and Joley's Place or something...those are Mr. Sikes' daughters. Stick that in your pipe and smoke it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-111604180194795749?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/111604180194795749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=111604180194795749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111604180194795749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111604180194795749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/05/captains-log-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-111483773226090280</id><published>2005-04-29T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T00:08:52.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 12.00.am...&lt;br /&gt;Why is it hot when girls are naked but funny when men are naked? I don't think this is fair to the male...or the mail. UPS rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proms are stupid. They are just blown-up parties where guys put on more clothes, girls wear less clothes, and they play music that the dancing-challenged white boys can't dance to. The best part of prom is eating...and I can do that in my regular clothes as opposed to a $135 one-night rental tux.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that naked babies are only pornography if you get turned on by them. Sickos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I solved the weird password problem. Apparently, the password for Stubby0586 was changed to 4ce0abed or something weird like that. I have no idea how it happened, but now I have AlwaysPiercedOff and it's way cooler. It brings out my punk side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided I'm half-punk, half-prep, and half-skater. I'm 1 and a half people. Oh well, somebody's gotta be. I don't skate, but I do like the clothes they wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do guys have nipples? We don't breast-feed. There has got to be a hidden use for them, otherwise we wouldn't have them. What are they made out of? Skin? Why are two specific areas on the chest colored different than the rest? God is going to have some serious questions coming at him when I go to Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pajeda chips are just as good as Dorito's and they cost about 1/3 of the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OkthanksI'lltalktoyoulaterbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-111483773226090280?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/111483773226090280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=111483773226090280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111483773226090280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111483773226090280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/04/captains-log-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-111340197620789808</id><published>2005-04-13T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T09:19:36.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 9.14.am...&lt;br /&gt;Still no underglow. I am getting kind of mad about it because I wanted to have it on for prom this weekend but that's obviously not going to happen unless it comes in today or tomorrow and Justin has time to put it on before Saturday. But, I did order a body kit from eBay. You can see it &lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ebaymotors/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;rd=1,1&amp;amp;item=7966834526&amp;amp;sspagename=STRK%3AMEWN%3AIT"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Of course, it won't be painted, but all that good stuff comes in time. If I had time, I would go get the windows tinted before Saturday but I have to work everyday this week. Imagine that. I'm so sick of my job at Brookshire's. They are really pressing down on me getting my hair cut but I don't want to cut my hair for nonexistant dress code rule. It states that the back of the hair cannot touch the collar of the shirt and that it cannot go over the ears on the side. Well, it doesn't touch the collar and I can part it to wear it won't go over the ears but they still tell me it is too long. Well there is no rule that says you can't have long hair, so I don't understand why I have to cut it. I won't be working there much longer. I've been growing my hair out for too long to just up and cut it. Mom thinks I should get it trimmed just enough to keep them satisfied through the summer but it isn't even as long as I want it now so why would I want to take a step backwards? I'm going to try to get a job anywhere that will just last me through the summer, where I can keep my long hair, then near the end of summer start looking for a job in Tyler since I will be going to school at UT. I'm sorry, Brookshire's, but you're just not cutting it for me...actually, I'm not cutting it for you (pun intended). I think it might actually be fun at the research center in Overton. I mean, I was an electrician's assistant a couple summer's ago and it wasn't horrible. It was not as easy as Brookshire's but I was getting paid $1.50 more an hour as an electrician's assistant. It would only be for three months and I would get to keep my hair long and maybe even be able to wear my labret. And I would get a tan from working in the sun. I need a job outside of Brookshire's. Don't work for them, they suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-111340197620789808?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/111340197620789808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=111340197620789808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111340197620789808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111340197620789808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/04/captains-log-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-111180488030141189</id><published>2005-03-25T20:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T20:41:20.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 8.33.pm...&lt;br /&gt;Today I went and ordered my prom tuxes from Al's Formal Wear. The one that I'm wearing to Overton's prom is black with a purple vest and tie. The jacket is unique. There is a picture of it &lt;a href="http://www.alsformalwear.com/shopexd.asp?id=26"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The tux that I'm wearing to Bullard's prom is similar but different, too. The jacket is a traditional two-button but the vest is silver and black with a silver ascot instead of a tie or bowtie. They were a little more expensive than Men's Wearhouse (which is wear I've gotten all my other tuxes) but oh well. I'm just glad I got it out of the way and done with. I also took back the CD/DVD case that Mom had bought me so I'm $9 richer. &lt;i&gt;So mothers be good to your daughters, too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;.:John Mayer - Daughters:.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/johnmayer01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-111180488030141189?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/111180488030141189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=111180488030141189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111180488030141189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111180488030141189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/03/captains-log-8_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-111155338833502945</id><published>2005-03-22T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T22:49:48.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 10.45.pm...&lt;br /&gt;I wish something semi-exciting would happen. Justin ordered my underglow yesterday but today he found out that they are on back-order. Now it's going to be another week or two before I get them...which sucks. I watched The Terminal tonight. It wasn't as good as Cast Away, but Tom Hanks did alright. I'll update when something happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-111155338833502945?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/111155338833502945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=111155338833502945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111155338833502945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111155338833502945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/03/captains-log-10_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-111137917103127393</id><published>2005-03-20T22:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:26:39.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 10.06.pm...&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Mom made me sit down and tell them my plans for this summer. Hopefully, I'll be able to work for my cousin through August and then work in Tyler when I start school in the fall. Justin is supposed to order my underglow tomorrow...I doubt he will. &lt;i&gt;I buried myself alive on the inside.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;.:The Used - Buried Myself Alive:.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/theused01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-111137917103127393?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/111137917103127393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=111137917103127393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111137917103127393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111137917103127393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/03/captains-log-10_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-111095393653602167</id><published>2005-03-16T00:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T00:18:56.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 12.06.am...&lt;br /&gt;I think it's that time in our lives when people my age are having all kinds of trouble with their parents. I, for instance, can never seem to do anything right for my parents. Well, I can do things right but no matter what I'm doing, they always seem to find something to point out that I'm doing wrong and they gripe at me about it. It's a never-ending cycle that happens every day. Yesterday I got in trouble because Dad said I don't communicate with the family and that's why I didn't know that Mama Dar and Paps were taking our cousins to watch Christopher play golf. Today I got griped at because I didn't separate socks or something like I was asked. But my attitude now is: I'm going to get griped at no matter what, so why do I even try to please them? I might as well do nothing and get griped at instead of trying to do good and get griped at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my friend, Durst, gets in trouble by her parents and doesn't even know why she is in trouble. Don't they realize that they are doing something wrong if all of us are wanting to move out??? &lt;i&gt;'Cause we're so scared to find out what this life's all about, scared we're gonna lose it. Not knowing all along that's exactly what we need.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;.:Relient K - Let It All Out:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/relientk01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-111095393653602167?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/111095393653602167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=111095393653602167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111095393653602167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111095393653602167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/03/captains-log-12_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-111083652915900087</id><published>2005-03-14T15:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T01:00:06.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 3.36.pm...&lt;br /&gt;Alright, situation:&lt;br /&gt;Friend X, whom we'll refer to as Durst, has a history of dating guys that either 1) get her into trouble or 2) are just crappy boyfriends. Since Durst and I are good friends, I try to advise Durst to date different types of guys so that maybe she'll see different results. But it seems like everytime Durst gets a new boyfriend, he is the same type that she's dated before. Durst has a tendency to date guys that are all about having fun. And Durst says that she wants a boyfriend so that she can have someone to hang out with and have a good time with. Well, I believe that the purpose of dating is to find someone that you can see yourself marrying someday. Since Durst's and my perspective on dating differ, this makes it difficult for me to give her advice. She wants a guy that will show her a good time, but who will also treat her right. Well, she's not going to find that in the guys that she's dating. The guys that she keeps picking are the ones that are more than likely going to treat her like crap when the opportunity arises. But Durst gets mad at me when I try to tell her that the guy she is dating is just going to upset her later on. But no one ever listens to what I have to say and then whenever they find out that I'm right, they feel stupid. But then they forget that I was right before and still don't listen to me the next time I give them advice. Someday people are going to learn that I know what I'm talking about. Anyway, I had to get that off my chest. &lt;i&gt;I want to hold you, protect you from all of the things I've already endured. I want to show you, show you all the things that this life has in store for you. I'll always love you...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;.:Staind - Zoe Jane:.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/staind02.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-111083652915900087?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/111083652915900087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=111083652915900087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111083652915900087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111083652915900087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/03/captains-log-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-111056453087823493</id><published>2005-03-11T11:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T12:08:50.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 12.01.pm...&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, yesterday I got in Family Guy Season 2 Disc 3. Somewhere along the way Season 1 Disc 2 has been forgotten or delayed. Oh well, as long as I'm getting them, I don't care what order they are in. We had our class senior picture today at Bergfeld Park in Tyler so we missed 1st, 2nd, and half of 3rd period. Of course, we didn't do anything in 3rd or 4th period so today was very easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance left today, actually is probably leaving as I speak, to go get sworn in to the Army. He won't actually be leaving to go anywhere until August but it is still sad. Lunchtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-111056453087823493?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/111056453087823493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=111056453087823493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111056453087823493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111056453087823493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/03/captains-log-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-111038467487069651</id><published>2005-03-09T09:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T13:45:00.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 10.03.am...&lt;br /&gt;I got my other disc in from Blockbuster Online. It, in fact, was Family Guy Season 1 Disc 1. Of course, I had it ripped, burned, and mailed back to them in the same day. I think the next 3 that I should be getting are Friends Season 1 Discs 2, 3, and 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to UT Tyler after school today to take a tour of the campus and also turn in my application for admission and scholarship application. After that I'm going by my cousin's (again) and he is going to put the new vinyl on my front windshield. I have a distressed nautical star that is going in the middle and if he has time he is going to print tribal flames to go on the sides of it. I took the emblem off the trunk yesterday that said, "Accord," so now maybe people won't think, "It's an Accord so it's a granny car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found one person in the world who actually likes my car besides me: Whitney's boyfriend Derick. I like him. Actually, he's not the only one. Josh Alldredge likes it, Andrew Bedair likes it, all my cousins like it, people that know what they are talking about when it comes to cars like it. &lt;i&gt;You and me, we're through...rearranged.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;.:Limp Bizkit - Rearranged [Timbaland Remix]:.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/limpbizkit01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-111038467487069651?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/111038467487069651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=111038467487069651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111038467487069651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111038467487069651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/03/captains-log-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-111025127766023391</id><published>2005-03-07T20:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T09:57:34.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Captain's Log 8.52.pm...&lt;br /&gt;What to blog...wellllllll, I signed up for Blockbuster Online (like Netflix) and I got my first two discs in today. They were A Bug's Life Disc 1 and Friends Season 1 Disc 1. I ripped them in like an hour and had them mailed back the very same day I got them. Go me. I'm going to have so many movies that I won't know what to do with them. But until then...BURN ON! Chaney is staying home by herself tonight so I'm trying to see if I can go hang out over there. We will watch Napoleon Dynamite and have lots of fun. &lt;em&gt;It's been awhile since I said I'm sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;.:Staind - It's Been Awhile:.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/staind01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-111025127766023391?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/111025127766023391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=111025127766023391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111025127766023391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/111025127766023391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/03/captains-log-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-110554414267800990</id><published>2005-01-12T09:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T09:37:05.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 9.31.am...&lt;br /&gt;I found out that I am the only person in my Accounting class. Coach Morton isn't here today so Ms. Frizzell and I are the only two people in the room. Tomorrow Fenton is coming to observe so I'll actually have to do some work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday John and I went to Tyler to get me a new phone. I had planned on getting the LG LX5550 but decided against it because it didn't have a camera on it. Instead I got the &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/phone.jpg"&gt;Audiovox CDM8910&lt;/a&gt;. I like it so far...I downloaded my first ringtone for it last night: "Meant to Live" by Switchfoot. I think it is a MIDI ringer but I'm not sure. I know it's not polyphonic. Apparently Scuba Steve already has this phone but I don't guess I pay enough attention. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Napoleon, gimme some of your tots."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No, go find your own."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, gimme some."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No, this is all I've had to eat today. I didn't get any lunch."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Kid kicks Napoleon's pocket)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Gross!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-110554414267800990?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/110554414267800990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=110554414267800990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/110554414267800990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/110554414267800990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/01/captains-log-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-110511587620274346</id><published>2005-01-07T10:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T10:37:56.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 10.32.am...&lt;br /&gt;First day back at Overton since Christmas break. I've been taking a government class at Kilgore for dual-credit so that I wouldn't have to take it under O'Donnell at Overton. I guess I did okay on my final exam because I made a B in the class. I accidentally made a 68 on the midterm. Whoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents decided to get laminate wood flooring to put in the living room and hallway for their Christmas present so it's been a construction zone in my house for a while. The living room is finished now so it's on to the hallway. Now I won't be able to get in my room for a while, more than likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to buy a racing muffler for my car but now I think I'm going to buy a new cell phone. I found some really cool flip phones at Alltel that I like. I think I'll go by there today and get some prices on them. They give prices online but they are for if you sign up with a 2-year agreement. Since I am already on a plan, I don't know how much it will cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend is coming over today. Sweet. Napoleon Dynamite is the funniest movie ever. Well, not ever, but it is funny. Napoleon, what are you going to do today? &lt;em&gt;"Whatever I want, gah!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-110511587620274346?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/110511587620274346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=110511587620274346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/110511587620274346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/110511587620274346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2005/01/captains-log-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-110400407054196555</id><published>2004-12-25T13:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T13:47:50.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 12.45.pm...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chrismahannukwanzika! Just kidding. Today is the celebration of the day that our Lord came to Earth to die for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welp, I semi-got to sleep in today. I didn't have to get up and go to school. My brother did wake me up at 7:30 though so I might as well have gotten up to go to school. I walked into the living room and saw a big 18-inch Rage Enduro wheel sitting by the fireplace with a sweet low-profile tire wrapped around it. Man, I was so surprised because my parents told me that we weren't going to be able to afford them. Turns out, I know own my Christmas and graduation present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other gifts I received include: Need for Speed Underground 2; Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door; four shirts and a pair of jeans from Old Navy; a DVD burner; a pair of Etnies; and a 96-piece tool set. If I think of something else I got I'll blog it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-110400407054196555?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/110400407054196555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=110400407054196555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/110400407054196555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/110400407054196555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/12/captains-log-12_25.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-110386843903203298</id><published>2004-12-24T01:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T00:07:19.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 12.03.am...&lt;br /&gt;Me and Crystal are over here at Aimee's house-sitting again. Crystal got her iPod from her boss so we've been setting it up and playing with it. It's a great deal of fun just transfering music from a CD to the player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan and I had our Christmas together this last week. She got me some candy, Fierce cologne from Abercrombie, two shirts from PacSun, a gift card to Best Buy and a toboggan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal and I had our Christmas last night after church. She got me a David Crowder Band shirt, a Best Buy gift card, a sweet metal trash can, and the coolest penguin. His name is Willy...Willy Wonka. He shall be my friend. He shall be squishy. And he shall be my squishy. I would stay up and play with Kevin's toys but tomorrow is Christmas Eve so I'll get some toys of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-110386843903203298?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/110386843903203298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=110386843903203298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/110386843903203298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/110386843903203298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/12/captains-log-12_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-110335287790351664</id><published>2004-12-18T00:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T00:54:37.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 12.48.am...&lt;br /&gt;It has been three weeks since I blogged last. Oh how the time flies when you're having fun...or working constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan and I exchanged our Christmas gifts last night because she is leaving on the 21st and won't be back until after Christmas. She got me some candy, a Best Buy gift card, a toboggan from Aeropostale, two shirts from Pac Sun, and some cologne from Abercrombie. I'm so spoiled. I got her some pajamas from Abercrombie, some underwear and perfume from Victoria's Secret, a stuffed puppy from Target, a card, and I burned her the Tim McGraw CD that she wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franki lives in Chapel Hill. She has gone to Overton all her life but now that she lives in Chapel Hill, it is hard on the wallet for her to drive back and forth every day. It has gotten so bad that she was going to have to finish up her senior year at Chapel Hill High School so that she wouldn't have to drive so much. Well I could't bear to see my friend have to switch schools after being at one for 12 and a half years so I talked to my dad and he says that it's okay with him if she stays at our house until graduation...that way she can stay going to Overton. I hope it's okay with Franki's mom, too. I guess we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-110335287790351664?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/110335287790351664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=110335287790351664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/110335287790351664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/110335287790351664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/12/captains-log-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-110153936894027100</id><published>2004-11-27T01:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T01:09:28.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 12.51.am...&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got my labret pierced tonight. My cousin, Brandon, took me and Chance Ramsey, Trevor Bates, and Brady came with us. Chance got his labret pierced, too. Apparently, this offended some people. It's not like this is changing the person I am, I'm still the same Sean, I still have the same beliefs and I'm still going to live my life the way that God wants me to. But I can already see that a specific person is always going to find what I'm doing wrong in life and point it out. I'll pray for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-110153936894027100?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/110153936894027100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=110153936894027100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/110153936894027100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/110153936894027100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/11/captains-log-12_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-110071628183245403</id><published>2004-11-17T13:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T12:31:21.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 12.27.pm...&lt;br /&gt;Stop raining!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the process of growing my hair back out but it is going too slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to band practice last night. It was fun. Again tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-110071628183245403?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/110071628183245403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=110071628183245403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/110071628183245403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/110071628183245403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/11/captains-log-12_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-110057554346340468</id><published>2004-11-15T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T21:25:43.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 9.19.pm...&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged lately because I have better things to do...like spend time with my new girlfriend, Megan. She's the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on registering for my college classes today but our counselor didn't have the forms ready. So much for getting things accomplished today. I had to work at 3 so most of my day was down the drain. I did get to talk to Megan for a little bit before work so that was good. Some kid squirted ketchup all over her at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked out the rims I want for Christmas. I like them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this year is almost over...which means that the school year is almost half-way over. That blows my mind. Sucks that Megan is going to Arkansas for the holidays. Good that Chris is coming in for the holidays. Good that we are out of school for a whole week while some schools only get 3 days out. Sucks that I have to work on Thanksgiving and probably the days preceding and proceeding. End of blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-110057554346340468?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/110057554346340468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=110057554346340468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/110057554346340468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/110057554346340468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/11/captains-log-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-109967982166057937</id><published>2004-11-05T13:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T12:37:01.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 12.24.pm...&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would blog more so I wouldn't have to remember so much of what happened. Anyway, my second Relient K shirt came in yesterday. It is baby blue and it has a long-legged turtle chasing a slice of pizza. Genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overton's last game is tonight. We play Beckville but I have to work until 7. I think I'm going to Canton when I get off and watch my cousin play. They (Bullard) are in the runnings for the playoffs in 3A. Brennan is the quarterback and he is also dating Whitney Kerby. I'm sure you've heard her talking about him 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read some of my old blogs last night and it made me remember funny stuff. Reading them made me want to blog everything I do just so I can go back and laugh at myself. I'm a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got &lt;em&gt;MMHMM&lt;/em&gt; (Relient K's new CD) when it came out Tuesday and have been listening to it. It is decent, I give it about a 7 out of 10 stars. Personally, I like more of what they did on &lt;em&gt;Anatomy of the Tongue in Cheek&lt;/em&gt;. But don't get me wrong, &lt;em&gt;MMHMM&lt;/em&gt; has some good songs on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal's birthday is coming up in December. She gave me a good list of things to get her. I love buying people stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Thanksgiving and Christmas are as close as they are. It sucks that people go straight from Halloween to Christmas, though. At Brookshire's, our sacks have Christmas stuff on them. What happened to Thanksgiving sacks? Oh well, I volunteered to work part of Thanksgiving because the shifts are short, we get paid for it being a holiday, and if we work we get paid time and a half for the number of hours we worked that day. We usually go eat at both of my grandparent's houses but that is about the extent of our celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-109967982166057937?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/109967982166057937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=109967982166057937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109967982166057937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109967982166057937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/11/captains-log-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-109884269195068574</id><published>2004-10-26T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T21:04:51.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 9.04.pm...&lt;br /&gt;Nobody reads my blog. Only reason I am keeping it up is so I can practice my web design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-109884269195068574?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/109884269195068574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=109884269195068574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109884269195068574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109884269195068574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/10/captains-log-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-109806585957973248</id><published>2004-10-17T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T21:17:39.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 8.49.pm...&lt;br /&gt;Lots of good is happening. I went to Whitney Moore's house last night in Bullard. I had a really good time. We watched a cheerleading competition on DVD, then played pool (Whitney beat me), then they jumped on the trampoline. I think someone they know was in a car wreck and then we looked at some pictures. Whitney and me went outside and talked for a bit and she showed me her wrecked Tahoe. A goodbye hug and kiss ended the night. Whitney is so awesome. She's gorgeous, she has a great sense of humor and personality, and she's not embarassed about stuff. I really like that about her. I think Friday after the game we are going to her house for "Movie Night" with her friends. I love movies so that should be a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my clothes for homecoming today. They are okay I guess. I don't like dressing up fancy too often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brennan and Whitney Kerby are officially going to go out on a date. Whitney Moore and I are going with them so it's not so weird for them. Man, so many good things going on just because there is a girl in my life! (I owe it all to God, don't get me wrong.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think when I graduate I am going to live in Longview. I can get a job in either Kilgore or Longview and I can go to school in Kilgore. I really want to work at a store in the mall or Old Navy or something like that. End of blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-109806585957973248?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/109806585957973248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=109806585957973248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109806585957973248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109806585957973248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/10/captains-log-8_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-109790630383238755</id><published>2004-10-16T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T00:58:23.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 12.49.am...&lt;br /&gt;I have a date tomorrow night. First one since Cherie and I broke up. We'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping today and got some Steve Madden shoes and a brown cuff from Buckle. Also, Franki and I went to the mall earlier in the week and I got a couple of shirts from Old Navy and she got one from Hollister. I can't seem to remember anything I've done before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Chaney and me went to Wal-Mart and got me some Xenon bulbs for my headlights. Employees there are so much more rude than at Brookshire's. No wonder nobody likes to shop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I posted that I am in homecoming or not. I am escorting Franki, who I hope will get queen, but I would like to see the other 3 people on the court get it also. Crap, I don't know what I'm going to wear yet. I need to get that done as soon as possible. It's too late to order a tux so I guess I'm going with dress slacks and a nice shirt and vest. End of blog. Check out RK's new album if it ever releases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-109790630383238755?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/109790630383238755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=109790630383238755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109790630383238755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109790630383238755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/10/captains-log-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-109711275068268545</id><published>2004-10-06T20:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T20:32:30.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 8.27.pm...&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had something exciting to blog about. Nothing has gone on. I got my euro lights shipped back and am waiting for them to be shipped back to me. Chaney's are supposed to be in by Friday. Um, I made all A's on my report card? Three 97's and a 98. I was pretty stoked about that. I went to the volleyball game yesterday but it was pretty boring. Afterwards, Stevie, my brother, and I worked out in the garage and then me and my bro threw the football around the backyard. Man, was I sore when I woke up this morning. I hadn't worked my legs in about two years and they were killing me. If I think of something cool to blog I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-109711275068268545?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/109711275068268545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=109711275068268545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109711275068268545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109711275068268545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/10/captains-log-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-109631615771284171</id><published>2004-09-27T15:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T15:15:57.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 3.06.pm...&lt;br /&gt;Lots to be updated. First of all, Friday night. Overton had their first loss of the season. It really sucks that it was our first district game. We played Mt. Enterprise (best team in the district) and got beat 21-7. Tough loss. But we did get our senior jackets at the pep rally that day. This is when things started going wrong. Franki, Chaney, Squirl, and me went to Taco Bell after the game. I pulled into a parking spot and because Ray Hazlerig didn't fix my car right, the shroud underneath the bumper was hanging too low and got caught on the curb. So when I backed up, it completely pulled the shroud loose and we had to shove it back up under my car just so I could make it home. Dad looked at it when we got home but we really couldn't do anything that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we got up and we looked at the car again. We ended up taking the shroud completely off the car because it was all scraped up and stuff and I just needed a new one. So when I go to leave, I hear a noise under the hood. We checked it and my alternator belt had been chewed up. So I had to drive to Kilgore and get a new one. We put it on and it worked okay. Oh yeah, Dad found an electric guitar at Trade Days and bought it for me. So that was cool. I also picked up an amp from Sartors Sauce's step-dad. I left to go to Aimee's that afternoon. When I got there, I realized that my new belt buckle that I had just gotten for my birthday a month ago was broken. So I have to take it back to Tyler sometime. Saturday night was okay, I played PS2 on Kevin's big movie theater downstairs but I didn't get a good night's sleep. I kept waking up in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we woke up and went to church but I had to be at work at 11. I worked all day Sunday. That is when my car started making a squealing noise when I would crank it and when the air conditioner was turned on. Just one more broken thing. Not much happened Sunday. I finished my paper for Ms. Anderson and that was about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my euro lights came in so when I went to my grandpa's after school to get the squealing looked at, I put them in. Only one problem with the lights: ONE WAS BROKEN. I had already put on 2 out of the 4 when I saw that one of the corner was missing on one of the lights. So I had to take them both off and I'm having to send them back. We did get the squealing noise to stop though. Hopefully I won't hear it anymore. So that is where I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to think of a topic to do a descriptive paper over. I am NOT good at describing things. I tend to use the same words over and over. I guess I better go work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-109631615771284171?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/109631615771284171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=109631615771284171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109631615771284171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109631615771284171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/09/captains-log-3_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-109590249781195085</id><published>2004-09-22T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T20:21:37.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 8.08.pm...&lt;br /&gt;Things are going better. Cherie is no longer psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for my euro lights to come in. Mom said the money order hasn't even cleared yet so it may be a while before I get them...maybe even next week. But we do get our senior jackets Friday so that will be exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do much of anything today. We ate lunch at the Jalapeño Tree and it was so busy that we barely had time to eat. I felt sorry for the girls because they got back late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home I took a nap from about 4 to 6:30. There's not telling how long I'll be up tonight, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty uneventful day. I went to church tonight but the train made me later than I wanted to be so there was literally 100 people already there when I got there and it was Food and Fellowship so all those people were in front of me in line. Plus none of my friends that I sit with were there so I just left because I knew all that would have happened is I would have been humiliated and mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-109590249781195085?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/109590249781195085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=109590249781195085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109590249781195085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109590249781195085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/09/captains-log-8_22.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-109570642331641935</id><published>2004-09-20T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T13:53:43.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 1.46.pm...&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I have to say: Cherie is psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the agenda. I am so ready for my euro lights to come in. Today in Accounting Chaney bought some for her Civic but her's are chrome, not carbon fiber. I'm not real sure how long her's are going to take to come in but I think our cars will look awesome when they are fixed up sitting next to each other in the Brookshire's parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coach Morton kind of discouraged me today in Accounting because the way I learned to do something from him got me a 72 on the test. Apparently he didn't explain it well or explaine it wrong because Chaney didn't even pass. Cherie is the one who, in class, was telling Coach Morton that she didn't get it so she went home and got help from her family and made a 100.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance started the Nut Shot War today when he hit Kyle. I told Kyle that I would avenge him and went to nut shot Lance but I couldn't find him. Kyle yells down the hall, "Let's go get him!" I follow Kyle and Lance pops out from behind a door and almost gets me. I can't believe Kyle is a little traitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-109570642331641935?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/109570642331641935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=109570642331641935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109570642331641935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109570642331641935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/09/captains-log-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-109557098158881783</id><published>2004-09-19T01:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T00:16:21.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 12:08.am...&lt;br /&gt;I need to go to bed. I've had a good weekend. Friday was cool because the night before I won a bid for some carbon fiber euro lights for my Accord. I sent in the money order Friday before I went to work so they should be in near the end of next week. Friday night after work Kari McAuley and I went to Wal-Mart. Kari went to Arp High School and graduated in 2003 and joined the United States Air Force. After finishing basic training she got stationed at Barksdale Air Force Base in Shreveport, LA. So since she only comes in every once in a while we hung out. After we got back from Kilgore, I went to visit with Crystal. Aimee, her co-worker, was out of town so Crystal was house-sitting for her. I went to visit her and Crystal showed me all the cool stuff in Kevin's (Aimee's husband) basement. The guy has a mini movie theater in his basement! He has a giant projector screen set back in the wall to look like a movie theater and he has curtains ordered so that they will be pulled up like the old school movies. He has a row of four motorized recliners that are so comfortable. He is adding another row of them behind those so it will be like theater seating. Hooked up to the projector is a DVD player, 6-disc changer, and PlayStation 2. The PlayStation has, of course, wireless controllers that blow air on your hands so that they don't sweat and slip on the controller. How cool is that? They also have a computer room and Aimee has a tanning room and exercise room all downstairs. I will definitely be hanging out there more often since they live like two blocks from my house. I stayed the night over there and had to get up and go to work this morning (blah). Tonight all my friends decided to go to bed at 9:00 so Kari and I went to Kilgore again. We had a good time, she came to my house and looked at my pictures on the computer (which I have quite a few of). I've been listening to this Disney CD I made and I love it. Aladdin is my favorite Disney classic. I'm going to try to update more often so I don't leave stuff out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-109557098158881783?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/109557098158881783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=109557098158881783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109557098158881783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109557098158881783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/09/captains-log-1208.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-109450347512294567</id><published>2004-09-06T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T15:44:35.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 3.34.pm...&lt;br /&gt;We had a sleepover at my house last night and we had a blast. It started off with me, Kyle, Franki, Peter, and Kara. We sat around for a while and did nothing until Franki realized that we had a hot tub. I took everyone into the backyard to show them how nasty it was (because it has no cover on it) and we pretended like we were going to push people into the pool for a while. Welp, Peter started going through mine and his motto ("You are going to have memories unless you make them") in his head, took his shirt off, and jumped in the pool. Of course, after that, everyone else wanted to jump in. So Kyle tells nobody to look at him, walks over to the side of the deck, drops his pants, drops his drawers, and puts his swim shorts back on. SO FREAKIN' FUNNY. I ran inside and changed shorts and came back outside. We were all standing around looking at Peter when the girls were saying they didn't want to get in because they didn't have anything else to wear. So brave Kara takes off her bra from under her wifebeater and jumps in. Kyle got in at some point, I'm not sure when, though. So since Franki didn't have a bra on in the first place, I tackled her into the pool. We swam for a while...my shorts kept falling down and I didn't have drawers on. So then Emily comes over and we pretty much have to make her get in the pool, but she was a good sport about it. I can understand, because she had just taken a shower and washed her hair but, like Peter and I say, you won't have fun memories unless you make them. We hit around a giant beach ball until Lance and Angela came over. We got out and talked to them, played the guitar for a little bit, and then layed down to watch "Starsky and Hutch." Of course, Peter and I were the only ones awake when the movie was over so we watched a little bit of "Never Been Kissed" on TV and then went to bed. Almost everybody had to get up and go somewhere in the morning so that kind of sucked because we didn't get to sleep in like at Kara's, but it was okay. Lauren (Peter's sister) said we should do it again at her's and Peter's house next weekend since she will be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-109450347512294567?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/109450347512294567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=109450347512294567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109450347512294567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109450347512294567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/09/captains-log-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-109417440327651638</id><published>2004-09-02T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T20:20:03.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 8.15.pm...&lt;br /&gt;Today was payday! Thursdays are now my favorite day of the week solely for that reason. I just remembered why I quit blogging...I LIVE A BORING LIFE. All I did today was go to school, get my paycheck, and went to work. I got off an hour early but Trey thought it was only 30 minutes early because he thought I got off at 8 but I was supposed to get off at 8:30...so that was cool. Tomorrow I get to wear an Overton Mustangs shirt to work in honor of...high school football?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted a picture of the sun setting on Sycamore street so go check it out. &lt;i&gt;Sometimes I feel so alone; it feels like I'm standing out here on my own.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:Thousand Foot Krutch - New Design:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-109417440327651638?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/109417440327651638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=109417440327651638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109417440327651638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109417440327651638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/09/captains-log-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-109409701282432745</id><published>2004-09-01T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T22:50:12.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 10.14.pm...&lt;br /&gt;There is just something about September that disappoints me. I guess because it signifies the last full month of summer...maybe? But I am 18 and that makes all the difference in the world. Mom is considering letting me get a tattoo as long as I get a relatively small on somewhere it isn't easily seen like the top of my arm or between my shoulder blades. I can deal with that for now. I think I may start out with a nautical star and that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I didn't have a care in the world like Bam Margera. All he does all day is whatever he wants. He destroys stuff because he has globs of money to pay for it; he very rarely has any type of appointment where he has to be at a specific place at a certain time; he just plays with his friends all the time. &lt;em&gt;I'm gonna give you what you need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:Daniel Lioneye - The King of Rock and Roll:.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-109409701282432745?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/109409701282432745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=109409701282432745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109409701282432745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109409701282432745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/09/captains-log-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-109400543250173133</id><published>2004-08-31T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T21:24:52.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 8.50.pm...&lt;br /&gt;Today is my birthday. I am a whopping 18 years old. It's hard to believe that 18 years ago I was butt naked and funny looking...why haven't I changed any? I got a lot of cool things for my birthday. This list is as follows: A Fossil watch, a belt buckle, two (count 'em), two Homestar Runner shirts, a Legend of Zelda shirt, four guitar picks, money, Super Mario Bros. (Classic NES Edition for GameBoyAdvance SP), two posters, car fresheners (needed badly), and a couple of cool keychains. Saturday my mom threw me a surprise birthday party and that's when I got most of my presents. Most of my family (cousins, aunts, uncles, etc.) was there and also some of my friends. Sunday night some of our senior class went out to eat at the Jalapeno Tree and then we went and saw Hero...not recommended unless you liked "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't feeling too hot after school today and I had a headache so I called in to work. I may have to work tomorrow so I can get a decent paycheck. This certain part of my life isn't going very smoothly at all and I'm really struggling with it but I know God is helping me through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have cool, interesting stories like Emily about how kids ask me if I'm real or adults ask me if I'm a parent, but I do get out of school earlier than everybody else and that just makes my day. I have to get my driver's license renewed tomorrow so I think I'll go by Tyler so that I can also go by Best Buy and get Street Racing Syndicate. I wonder if it will be as good as Need For Speed Underground? The graphics look a lot sweeter on SRS. What I didn't like about NFSU is that when you were modifying/choosing your car, the screen resolution was so messed up that it stretched even the shortest car on the game out to the edges of the screen to where it didn't look proportional. I hope that it isn't like that in SRS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Relient K is supposed to release their new album in November and I so can't wait. They are by far my favorite band. But now that I think about it, November is still a while away...but we are supposed to get our senior jackets in a few weeks and that isn't far away. &lt;em&gt;And I ran, I ran so far away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:Flock of Seagulls - I Ran (So Far Away):.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-109400543250173133?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/109400543250173133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=109400543250173133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109400543250173133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109400543250173133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/08/captains-log-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-109098098883652656</id><published>2004-07-27T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T21:23:47.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 9.10.pm... &lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in so long that I've forgotten what type of format I use to blog. For some reason, I'm hunched down like someone is looking for me. I'm also eating a Taco Bell soft taco bake thing that Dad and I cooked. Dad put jalapenos in it so it is burning my throat now. Yum, cream soda to wash it down. Anyway, I freakin' woke up at 8:30 this morning for some reason. After playing on the computer, I went outside with Mom and Dad and we finished siding the storage building. I went into town and ran some errands...came home, played Nintendo, went to VBS. I had a headache so I came home and chilled here. My college class is almost over! Only one more day and I'll be free. But then high school starts again. Bummer, dude. Sorry my summer wasn't as eventful as Emily Prien's but I don't get to go places like Europe or wherever. I go to Overton and New London, TX. And longview...Texas. I'm gonna play around on here and find out how to put cool stuff on here. &lt;em&gt;Wake me, c'mon and wake me&amp;nbsp;up now, I want&amp;nbsp;to cut off my strings and break loose of your control of me, cut your strings and be free with me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:Thousand Foot Krutch - Puppet:.&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/6524125-109098098883652656?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/109098098883652656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=109098098883652656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109098098883652656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/109098098883652656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/07/captains-log-9.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107906515267055521</id><published>2004-03-11T22:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T22:22:23.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 10.17.pm...&lt;br /&gt;The answer to the other day's movie quote is:&lt;br /&gt;The Wedding Singer! Yes, the Adam Sandler movie where a man (Robbie) chases after a girl whose wedding he is asked to sing at. If only he knew that she loved him, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's movie quote is:&lt;br /&gt;"Did you rub my lamp? Did you bring me here?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107906515267055521?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107906515267055521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107906515267055521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107906515267055521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107906515267055521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/03/captains-log-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107906499056012273</id><published>2004-03-11T22:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T22:20:25.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 10.14.pm...&lt;br /&gt;Don't be surprised if I don't blog much more after this. I am getting too busy with work and school and I don't have the energy to stay up this much anymore. The main reason I am keeping my blog page up is so that I can keep up my web page design skills. I wish my Paint Shop Pro hadn't quit working on me today. I hate it when it does that. I am so sleepy. Oh, Cherie and the One Act Play crew performed for the town tonight. They did awesome. &lt;em&gt;It's my, my trademark move to turn my back on you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:Relient K - Trademark Move:.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107906499056012273?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107906499056012273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107906499056012273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107906499056012273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107906499056012273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/03/captains-log-10_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107898147546704189</id><published>2004-03-10T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T23:07:44.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 10.59.pm...&lt;br /&gt;The answer to the other day's movie quote is:&lt;br /&gt;Dude, Where's My Car?! Sorry Emily, it wasn't The Emperor's New Groove. That's right, the Ashton Kutcher and Seann William Scott movie where two guys (Jesse and Chester) can't remember anything from the night before. If only they could find Jesse's car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's movie quote is:&lt;br /&gt;"Bring it on...woman."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107898147546704189?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107898147546704189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107898147546704189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107898147546704189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107898147546704189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/03/captains-log-10_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107898098691110578</id><published>2004-03-10T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T22:59:35.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 10.50.pm...&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't blogged in a while. This is what happens every time: I start blogging steady for a while, then I start to lose interest and gain interest in other things. Right now, my "other thing" is Relient K. I ordered a sweet Relient K shirt that is green and has a penguin on it and I've been listening to "Two Lefts Don't Make a Right...But Three Do" for the last two weeks. I am trying to download all their songs right now so that I can make a MP3 CD for my car. I need John's "Deck the Halls Bruise Your Hand" CD. Anyway, the Newsboys concert is this weekend and I really hope that they were able to get me off enough that day to go to it. I've been working constantly this week. Oh, Cherie's One Act Play thing is tomorrow night and I'm excited to see how they do. Cherie and I have been planning out wedding stuff for whenever we get married. It's a fun thing to think about. If only I had some more money. &lt;em&gt;Don't touch the positive with the negative end.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:Relient K - Overthinking:.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107898098691110578?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107898098691110578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107898098691110578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107898098691110578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107898098691110578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/03/captains-log-10_107898098691110578.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107872264846014060</id><published>2004-03-07T23:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T23:13:53.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 11.05.pm...&lt;br /&gt;The answer to yesterday's movie question is:&lt;br /&gt;Money Talks! Yes, the Charlie Sheen and Chris Tucker movie where a news reporter and a street hustler meet up to try to get some diamonds. If only there were no cops in the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's movie quote is:&lt;br /&gt;"Stupid llamas!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107872264846014060?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107872264846014060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107872264846014060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107872264846014060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107872264846014060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/03/captains-log-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107872221613027232</id><published>2004-03-07T23:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T23:06:41.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 11.00.pm...&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a blog before midnight. Today, I worked (imagine that). We had a prom committee meeting and it was BOOOORRRRIIIINNNNGGGG. After that was church and it was really cool because this band came and played. Cherie and I have started making plans to get married when we get out of high school. We are starting to save now so we will have plenty of money. It's gonna be awesome. &lt;em&gt;I been bangin' my head against the wall...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:Relient K - Forward Motion:.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107872221613027232?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107872221613027232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107872221613027232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107872221613027232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107872221613027232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/03/captains-log-11_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107864221747139284</id><published>2004-03-07T00:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T00:53:20.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 12.45.am...&lt;br /&gt;The answer to yesterday's movie quote is:&lt;br /&gt;Troop Beverly Hills! I'm not sure if it's patches or badges. Yes, the Shelley Long movie where a woman (Mrs. Nefler) becomes the leader of her daughter's Wilderness Girls troop. It would be a lot easier if there weren't so many bugs and dirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's movie quote is:&lt;br /&gt;"This is right. It don't get no righter."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107864221747139284?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107864221747139284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107864221747139284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107864221747139284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107864221747139284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/03/captains-log-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107864187047818471</id><published>2004-03-07T00:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T00:47:33.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 12.40.am...&lt;br /&gt;I had to get up at freakin' 5:00 this morning! Stupid work. Someday I'll be rich and won't have to work and I will sit at home and watch Spanish soap operas like my dad does when he's off. Oh, then after the morning shift I vacuumed my car out and semi-cleaned my room. Now it has just a few clothes laying around in it. I want a motorcycle really bad. I'm also ready to be 18 so I can get a freakin' cool tattoo. Oh yeah, I am working on a blog template that should be pretty cool. You'll just have to wait and see. &lt;em&gt;Let's get emotional girls to all wear mood rings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:Relient K - Mood Rings:.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107864187047818471?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107864187047818471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107864187047818471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107864187047818471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107864187047818471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/03/captains-log-12_07.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107855372976177277</id><published>2004-03-06T00:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T00:18:32.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 12.13.am...&lt;br /&gt;The answer to the other day's movie quote is:&lt;br /&gt;The Jerk! Congratulations to Emily who seems to be the only one playing this contest. Yes, the Steve Martin movie where a man (Navin) gets rich by invented a handle to put on eyeglasses. But when his invention makes people go cross-eyed, Navin gets sued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's movie quote is:&lt;br /&gt;"Patches! We don't need no stinkin' patches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107855372976177277?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107855372976177277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107855372976177277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107855372976177277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107855372976177277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/03/captains-log-12_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107855353319199340</id><published>2004-03-06T00:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T00:15:15.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 12.06.am...&lt;br /&gt;I am really tired. So give me a break. We had a bonfire at the church tonight. Revival went very well this week. I think if I install Windows Me on my computer, then I will be able to play Black and White. But it is taking a long time to load. Oh, I had the wrong disc in. &lt;em&gt;Dan Bakitis said I'm shallow.&lt;/em&gt; Sorry, that just popped into my head. I'm going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;.:Relient K - Hoopes I Did It Again:.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107855353319199340?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107855353319199340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107855353319199340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107855353319199340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107855353319199340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/03/captains-log-12_107855353319199340.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107842841006357018</id><published>2004-03-04T13:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T13:29:50.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 1.09.pm...&lt;br /&gt;Emergency blog. I would just like to say that our school has gone retarded. Yesterday, I forgot to add the fight during 9th period between two junior high kids. Today, two people got suspended. Also, people have been wearing shorts for the last three weeks; the problem is that we aren't supposed to wear them until after spring break. So, of course, the first day I wear shorts, I get told not to wear them anymore. Yet it is okay for girls to wear capris. MY SHORTS ARE LONGER THAN MOST GIRLS' CAPRIS! Then when I went to lunch, I got a written warning for parking over an hour in front of Franki's grandma's house. Then, it was 12:34, the bell was going to ring in ONE MINUTE and Mrs. Cobbs made us go to the old gym or she would get the cops to escort us there. I HATE THIS SCHOOL! If our stupid principal would have disciplined kids at the beginning of the year then they more than likely wouldn't have acted the way they have been lately. Oh, then in BCIS II, Mrs. Wells had left her instant messenger up on her computer. I went to the bathroom and walked by it. Mrs. Kerby had written an IM that told Mrs. Wells that there were 3 cops outside her window with some guy. I sat down in Mrs. Wells's chair and asked what guy she was talking about. Mrs. Kerby said she didn't know and I immediately replied telling her that this was Sean, not Mrs. Wells. She says, "Well thanks for your dishonesty." WHAT THE CRAP?! I just freakin' told her that this was not Mrs. Wells. So then she gripes at me for getting on Mrs. Wells's screen name. I informed her that it was already on and that I didn't get on it. She suggested that I get off and then she asked, "Are you at her computer? Are you typing?" I said no and signed off. I mean, if you are going to be a butt like that, at least be like that to me all the time. Mrs. Kerby says hi to me everyday and has no problem with me, but when she gets in a mood, she is like that. I know quite a few people who do that and it pisses me off bad. Teachers around here think they have so much authority over us and I'll give it to them, because students are the only things they have authority over here. But when freakin' Mrs. Cobbs, the SPECIAL ED AIDE, starts telling me that she is going to get a policeman to escort me to the gym a minute before the bell rings. Our school has become every other school. A bad one. We used to have the best school around, until they made Mr. Stanger leave. Dang Walter and Mark came in and acted like they ran the show, which I guess they do, but I wonder if they know that no one likes them. If I was going somewhere where everyone hated my guts, I would leave. But I guess they aren't smart enough. I feel like coming up to them and singing &lt;em&gt;move, Walter, get out the way, get out the way, Mark, get out the way.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:Ludacris - Move:.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107842841006357018?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107842841006357018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107842841006357018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107842841006357018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107842841006357018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/03/captains-log-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107837617485743394</id><published>2004-03-03T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T22:59:13.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 10.50.pm...&lt;br /&gt;The answer to yesterday's movie quote is:&lt;br /&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl! Congratulations to Tiffany, Emily, and Stevie. Yes, the Johnny Depp movie where a pirate (Jack) tried to regain his ship back. But will he be able to take away the curse of the black pearl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's movie quote is:&lt;br /&gt;"I was born a poor black child."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107837617485743394?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107837617485743394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107837617485743394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107837617485743394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107837617485743394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/03/captains-log-10_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107837577543407745</id><published>2004-03-03T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T22:52:34.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 10.40.pm...&lt;br /&gt;Lots of drama lately. I found out that yesterday some kids got in a fight during lunch and someone got beat up real bad. Then today, a boy tried to attack a teacher after withdrawing yesterday. He was arrested. One of the boys in the fight yesterday was arrested and put in jail. Also, there was another fight during lunch today. But before that, four boys were forced down on the sidewalk because they took off running when they saw cop's lights. Okay, how dumb can you be? Why in the world would you take off running when you see a cop? Of course, that's going to make them think you are doing something wrong. It's like when those people take off running when they see a dog because their race is supposed to be scared of dogs...yet they raise them and stuff...I don't know. So after that, the cops had to come up to the school because they broke up the fight during lunch today. Then during 8th period, two girls got in a fight over nothing. One was mouthing to the other and that made the other mouth back. This happened twice. WHAT IS OUR SCHOOL COMING TO?!?! We sound like freakin' Arp or West Rusk. After that, Mom and I got into an argument because she thinks I never tell her anything. So then Cherie and I got into an argument over stupid stuff. I'm just ready to go to bed and wake up in a new day. We did have a really good turn-out for Christians on Campus (now called Campus Christians), though. And I got to work produce and had a water war with Eric and Carson. So not all was lost. But I'm going to bed now. I need rest. &lt;em&gt;Who needs sleep? Well you're never gonna get it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:Barenaked Ladies - Who Needs Sleep?:.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107837577543407745?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107837577543407745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107837577543407745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107837577543407745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107837577543407745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/03/captains-log-10_107837577543407745.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107828978563679700</id><published>2004-03-02T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:59:24.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 10.53.pm...&lt;br /&gt;The answer to yesterday's quote is:&lt;br /&gt;2Fast 2Furious! Yes, the Paul Walker and Tyrese movie two guys (Brian and Rome) get "recruited" by the Miami Police Department to bust a drug dealer. If only they could get away from those two goons in the muscle cars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's movie quote is:&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to the Caribbean, love."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107828978563679700?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107828978563679700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107828978563679700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107828978563679700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107828978563679700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/03/captains-log-10_02.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107828934168426076</id><published>2004-03-02T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T22:51:59.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 10.44.pm...&lt;br /&gt;I guess no one wants to buy my car. That makes me kind of sad. Wait a minute, I forgot that like only two people in the whole world actually read my blog. Nevermind, I don't feel so bad now. I was supposed to print out some verses for Christians on Campus in the morning but my printer is messing up and like messing up everything I print. I don't think it is an ink problem because they are both showing to be full. Who knows? Eric told me that there was a guy in Tyler wanting to sell a Civic hatchback. I think I want to buy it but I don't know anything about it. I'm really tired, I'm going to bed. &lt;em&gt;And it was all just a dream.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:Relient K - Bonus Track:.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107828934168426076?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107828934168426076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107828934168426076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107828934168426076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107828934168426076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/03/captains-log-10_107828934168426076.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107820433702884833</id><published>2004-03-01T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T23:15:13.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 11.09.pm...&lt;br /&gt;The answer to yesterday's movie quote is:&lt;br /&gt;Bio-Dome! Sorry, Emily, Road Trip was a good guess, though. Yes, Bio-Dome, the Pauly Shore and Stephen Baldwin movie where two junior college students (Bud and Doyle) accidentally get stuck in an environmental experiment and cause chaos for the whole Bio-Dome team. If only they could return the Bio-Dome to perfect homeostasis before the next Earth Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's movie quote is:&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, and our pockets ain't empty no more, cuz."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107820433702884833?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107820433702884833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107820433702884833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107820433702884833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107820433702884833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/03/captains-log-11_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107820395455517474</id><published>2004-03-01T22:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T23:08:51.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 10.50.pm...&lt;br /&gt;Uneventful day. I went to school and then to work. I want to sell my car. Anyone want to buy it? It is a white 1999 Honda Accord LX sedan (4-door). It has about 90,000 miles on it (which is less than half of what the engine can go), leather interior, all factory parts, and automatic transmission. There is a minor black scrape on the front right section of the bumber on the exterior. On the interior, there is a small rip in the leather from where the seatbelt got shut in the door but is not noticeable unless the door is wide open (about the size of a dime). It also has an air conditioner, power windows and locks, and manual seats. It has keyless entry but battery needs to be put in the controller. I would be willing to sell it for about $8500. I am looking to buy a hatchback. For those of you who don't know what a hatchback looks like, think of a Mazda Protege 5, a Mazda3 5-door, or a Toyota Matrix. All of these are hatchbacks. Anyway, just comment if you are interested in buying. I hope you know what a hatchback is, because if so...&lt;em&gt;I am understood?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:Relient K - I Am Understood?:.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107820395455517474?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107820395455517474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107820395455517474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107820395455517474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107820395455517474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/03/captains-log-10_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107811990972152331</id><published>2004-02-29T23:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T23:48:05.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 11.42.pm...&lt;br /&gt;The answer to Friday's movie quote is:&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles! The first of the three TMNT movies. When Raph gets kidnapped by Shredder and the Foot Clan, it is up to the three other turtles to help save him. But Raph is all tied up and it looks like a trap is going to be sprung...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's movie quote is:&lt;br /&gt;"This crap tastes like it came out of Rhomulus."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107811990972152331?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107811990972152331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107811990972152331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107811990972152331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107811990972152331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/02/captains-log-11.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107811972060229817</id><published>2004-02-29T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T23:44:55.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 11.36.pm...&lt;br /&gt;You guys think I am making up these times because they are different from the ones posted under my blog but you are wrong, my friend. I just got back from RYLA Camp today and I have to admit that it was awesome. I went in there with low expectations but eventually ended up being open-minded about the thing and came out with new friends and a great new outlook on things. I just got done putting all the people from 'Nuff Said Red into my address book. ('Nuff Said Red was the name of our team) Man, there is way too much to talk about in one blog and it is already late so I'll continue on that when I have more time. &lt;em&gt;Time is tickin' away, tick-tick-tickin' away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:dc Talk - Time Is...:.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107811972060229817?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107811972060229817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107811972060229817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107811972060229817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107811972060229817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/02/captains-log-11_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107790804345147379</id><published>2004-02-27T12:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T12:59:07.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 12.57.pm...&lt;br /&gt;The answer to yesterday's movie quote is:&lt;br /&gt;Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls! Yes, the Jim Carrey movie where a pet detective (Ace) gets called to recover a stolen sacred bat in Africa. Will he make it out of the savanna alive...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's movie quote is:&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, a little &lt;em&gt;too&lt;/em&gt; Raph."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107790804345147379?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107790804345147379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107790804345147379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107790804345147379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107790804345147379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/02/captains-log-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107790779849870865</id><published>2004-02-27T12:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T12:53:02.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 12.51.pm...&lt;br /&gt;About an hour until we have to leave for stupid Camp Pirtle. I had to freakin' fly to my house during lunch to get my medical release form and then fly back. I didn't think I would make it on time...but I did. Cherie's mom is now getting some pretty flowers or something sent to her house on account of it's her birthday. &lt;em&gt;We gon' party like it's ya birthday.&lt;/em&gt; I hate that song but now it's stuck in my head. And it went along with the story. Lance said that Drew said that the showers are like the ones in the locker rooms where they are all out in the open and stuff. I hope not, I could stand taking a shower with people I knew, but not with complete strangers. I don't even like the bathrooms at Six Flags because there are too many people there that I don't know in the bathroom with me. It creeps me out, man. I'll try to be optimistic about the whole weekend and maybe that'll make it better.&lt;br /&gt;.:50 Cent - In da Club:.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107790779849870865?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107790779849870865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107790779849870865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107790779849870865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107790779849870865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/02/captains-log-12_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107783639781923826</id><published>2004-02-26T16:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T17:03:07.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 4.55.pm...&lt;br /&gt;The answer to yesterday's movie quote is:&lt;br /&gt;Billy Madison! Yes, the Adam Sandler movie where a boy (Billy) goes back through elementary and high school to prove to his father that he isn't a complete idiot. If only that silly penguin weren't always messing with his brain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's movie quote is:&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, your balls are showing. Bumble Bee Tuna!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107783639781923826?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107783639781923826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107783639781923826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107783639781923826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107783639781923826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/02/captains-log-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107783601240869898</id><published>2004-02-26T16:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T16:56:22.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 4.50.pm...&lt;br /&gt;Carson won't give me back my Tony Hawk game. Like I said before, I think he is plotting against me. &lt;em&gt;I always feel like somebody's watching me.&lt;/em&gt; I did a lot of discussing today about the movie we saw last night. I haven't heard anyone say that they didn't want to see it, though, so that's good. I have to go to an egineer's lecture type thing tonight so today was a boring day. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;.:TobyMac - Somebody's Watching:.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107783601240869898?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107783601240869898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107783601240869898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107783601240869898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107783601240869898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/02/captains-log-4_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107777674588874360</id><published>2004-02-26T00:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T16:58:10.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 12.23.am...&lt;br /&gt;The answer to yesterday's movie quote is:&lt;br /&gt;Austin Powers in Goldmember! The third of the Austin Powers saga and, if I do say so, the best. Congratulations to Emily who got yesterday's right. Maybe if more people guessed it would be more of a contest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's movie quote is...&lt;br /&gt;"I said, 'Reading is good. Can we start the story now?'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107777674588874360?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107777674588874360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107777674588874360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107777674588874360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107777674588874360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/02/captains-log-12_26.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107777647816161176</id><published>2004-02-26T00:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T00:25:51.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 12.20.am...&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, went and saw "The Passion of the Christ" tonight. Don't have words to describe it. Gotta go see it yourself. Well worth it. &lt;em&gt;Do you know where you're going to? Do you like the things that life is showing you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:TobyMac - Do You Know:.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107777647816161176?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107777647816161176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107777647816161176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107777647816161176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107777647816161176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/02/captains-log-12_107777647816161176.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107768285509680671</id><published>2004-02-24T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T22:26:26.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 10.23.pm...&lt;br /&gt;And the answer to yesterday's movie quote is:&lt;br /&gt;Big Daddy! Yes, the Adam Sandler movie about a man (Sonny) who adopts a little boy (Julian) and takes him in under his wing. Too bad Sonny isn't the real father...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's movie quote is:&lt;br /&gt;"...at first I thought you were crazy, but now I can see your nuts, &lt;em&gt;I thank you&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107768285509680671?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107768285509680671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107768285509680671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107768285509680671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107768285509680671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/02/captains-log-10.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6524125.post-107768247317215236</id><published>2004-02-24T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T22:17:21.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Captain's Log 10.08.pm...&lt;br /&gt;I had to work today at the store whose slogan is, "Great people, great prices, Brookshire's." At Brookshire's, we want to serve you. We are freakin' slaves! All of you on the outside don't know what it's like. They make us do nasty things like take out the trash and pick up pieces of paper from the parking lot! I do'nt know how much longer I can take it. The next time I have to point someone to a certain aisle...I just might lose it. On a lighter note, we took TAKS all day today so we didn't have any real school work. Sweet. I also told Kyle's mom that Kyle and I were going to go get tattooed up when we turn 18 in August. Kyle's mom assured me that we wouldn't because Kyle is scared to death of needles. Weenie. Other than that, boring day. Barely got to see my girlfriend. Sorry so boring. Oh, I will be gone to a stupid RYLA thing Friday through Sunday so don't expect many posts. &lt;em&gt;Beelzebub has the Devil put aside for me, for me, for ME!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody:.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6524125-107768247317215236?l=astub.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/feeds/107768247317215236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6524125&amp;postID=107768247317215236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107768247317215236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6524125/posts/default/107768247317215236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://astub.blogspot.com/2004/02/captains-log-10_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Stubby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02503929193246465288</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.geocities.com/stubby0586/Thumb01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
