<?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-34661875</id><updated>2011-06-07T23:42:23.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Streetlight and Voices</title><subtitle type='html'>And We Can Find New Ways Of Living, Make Playing Only Logical Harm.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15529692571351480581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116651363239475071</id><published>2006-12-18T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T23:33:52.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November  13, 2017</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;something strange happened. well again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;even tho the both of us were pretty hesitant about staying at the theater, its the only place that has working electricity. so we thought we should probably use that to our advantage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;so yesterday, we turned on all the lights in the building hoping that come nightfall, people would see it and we'd find more survivors. Jenny even picked up some flashlights from the hardware store across the street. thank god batteries still work. but anyway, we kept all the lights on and jenny and i waited near the entrance to see if anyone was going to show.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;we kept the doors locked.  i was/i think we both were a little conscious of what the man in the dumpster said. i think what he said was completely self induced bullshit, but nevertheless doesn't hurt to be careful. i did have the gun too, which btw, i'm not too happy i have but it's one of those times were its imperative to have some protection.  i've never had to fire a gun before and hopefully i won't have to.  hopefully i didn't just jinx myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;eventually, before we knew it, it was 1:30am and no one had showed and i think we were both on the brink of sleeping. i told  Jenny to get a quick nap but she insisted that we just take turns keeping watch.  i, because i felt it was my sole duty to be the alpha male, took the first watch while she took a quick nap.  she looked too tired so i let her sleep.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;at around 2:45am i found myself nodding off. i looked up at the doorway and saw a man standing at the doorway knocking on the glass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;he seemed pretty panicked too, so i went up to him and put my hand around the gun in my pant pocket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“who are you?” i asked him.  he looked to be about thirty. beard, short hair, medium build.  probably had an office job.  just a little description.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“my name's Randy. you've got to let me inside right now”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“someone told me that things are-”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“listen, we don't really have the time to argue right now. you better let me in right now or you're going to die” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“Is that a threat?” holding the gun slightly tighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“what's your name?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“Todd.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“Todd, if you don't let me in not only am i going to die out here, so will you and that girl lying on the ground”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i didn't have a choice, i had to let him in. even if he was wrong, i couldn't gamble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i let “Randy” in and he kept his distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“well what do you want?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“Todd, you need to turn out all the lights in this building”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“What? why?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“just do it trust me”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I woke Jenny up and got her to help turn off the lights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“do any of you have a computer or a-a laptop with you?” the guy asked. he was being a bit frantic now.  something was up. it was making me edgy. Jenny was getting nervous too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“yeah in my bag”. i took it out and gave it too him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the guy quickly rushed us over to the managers office which was a bit weird to be in again. he placed the laptop in front of the office door and shut/locked the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“why did you put my laptop in front of-”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“Shh!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;we waited for 2 mins. for something to happen.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;something did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;at first i didn't think i heard anything.  but then i strained my ears for the slightest sound.  i heard it.  it was the lightest footsteps i had ever heard in my life.  i definitely would've have been able to hear it if i hadn't been trying to listen so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the footsteps stopped outside the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it was then that i heard the most bloodcurdling-fucking terrible noise i've ever heard in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it was the sound of a hundred babies screaming in different tones and pitches.  and it was so loud.  the three of us were trying to plug our ears as hard as we could, it was the most horrible thing i've ever heard. it nearly made me want to stab out my eardrums. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it finally ended and then after five minutes. whatever they were, they were gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;“Randy, you have a lot to explain”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Todd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116651363239475071?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116651363239475071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116651363239475071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116651363239475071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116651363239475071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/12/november-13-2017.html' title='November  13, 2017'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15529692571351480581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116323554464610189</id><published>2006-11-11T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T23:27:42.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 12, 2017</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;    I've gotten five hours of sleep over the past four days.  Been staying in the computer lab at the university.  They won't come in here. It's the only place they won't come in.&lt;br /&gt;   I couldn't sleep, they were constantly chasing me.  Ryan was right, they won't stop.  The lack of sleep is starting to make me think I'm losing my mind. My sanity is all I have left.&lt;br /&gt;   They don't like computers.  That's why I'm in the computer lab.  I don't know why, but they don't like the computers. Every night they would just come and watch me through the glass, night after night.  I put all the monitors up against the windows, and they don't go near them anymore.  But I can still hear them moving about outside. Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;   I need to get some sleep.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116323554464610189?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116323554464610189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116323554464610189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116323554464610189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116323554464610189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/11/november-12-2017.html' title='November 12, 2017'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594729580324595159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116323421014379449</id><published>2006-11-11T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:39:27.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 11, 2017</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday, I helped Todd get the body out of the managers office. It took half an hour because we had to keep stopping.  I nearly threw up a couple times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got the body outside, we didn't really know what to do with the body.  We wrapped it up and everything, we just couldn't find a place to put it.  I'm ashamed to say, but we had to drag it...him, out to the dumpster outside the theater....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After going back inside, we didn't really say anything, for pretty much the whole night. Just had some food, got our beds made up and everything and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, during breakfast, Todd started to say how it wasn't our fault that he did it and stuff, and I understand, he was just trying to make me feel better.  I guess it did too. He also told me not to listen to what the guy said about "they" coming for us. I just nodded and told him I'd just forget it, but really, how can you? The guy was obviously not himself but still, it's a little scary to think about.  People just coming and taking people away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Todd was right, maybe I shouldn't think about it, it just seems to make thing's worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Todd is getting over what the guy said very easily either.  I'm pretty sure he didn't sleep the whole night.  And before going to bed, I noticed that Todd had grabbed the gun before closing up the managers office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116323421014379449?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116323421014379449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116323421014379449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116323421014379449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116323421014379449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/11/november-11-2017.html' title='November 11, 2017'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294062902402617005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116314576513118207</id><published>2006-11-09T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T13:07:12.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 10, 2017</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;today was not a good day. to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around noon after taking having our fill of the library and eating a quick lunch. Jenny and i headed off to find other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first stop we took was a 711 convenience store to pick up some goodies. i took too many mars bars. but thats ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we decided to go and check out this movie theatre i'd never really gotten the chance to go to, called "The Cinemite!".....i know i thought it was a lame name too. Jenny says it's really nice tho, one of her "fav hang out spots" on the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't really expecting much when we got inside.  it was small and looked barren....obviously. i started snacking on some stale popcorn when Jenny turned the main lights on for the lobby/concession/whatever area.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both just kind of stood there, dumbstruck.  the only building with working electricity. we decided to stay here for tonight, for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while going through the theatre, Jenny heard some rustling in the managers office.  something shuffling or something.  the door was locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hello?" i said while knocking on the door.  after a few moments of silence, someone answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we're just other, well....uh, survivors.  My name's Todd, and my friend's name is Jenny. are you alright in there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hello? are you ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you need to leave".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"look, we're not gonna do anything to upset you or hurt you or anything, we're just looking for other people.  we just want to talk to you.  can you do that? just talk? please?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the door opened. jenny and i slowly crept in.  the office was a mess. papers, food, garbage and other things i'd rather not think about were in the room. the man that we'd been speaking to was against the wall.  he was pale and dazed.  most likely intoxicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he spoke when we came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh good, you're not one of them".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what do you mean one of them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j:"what happened here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i was staying here with my friend, Lou. he was my manager when i worked at the theater.  i had only worked a week before it happened. Lou knew what to do when everything went wrong. he got the back up generator working in the basement, he went and got food, he put me to work. everything was working fine........and then.......two nights ago.  in the middle of the night. he heard something.  well......i heard it too.  it sounded like a little girl...a little girl screaming. Lou went outside just to go and make sure.  he said he'd be back in two minutes.  i stayed up all night, and he, he didn't come back.  he didn't come back because they got him.  they tricked him and got him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j:"they? are they? what are you talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man started to get irate for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"don't play stupid you know what i'm fucking talking about! th-they took Lou away!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"look just calm down, ok? what's your name"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"it doesn't matter. i'm not going to be here much longer. it's just a matter of time before they get me too".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"look i think you just need to-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"they're coming for you too you know.  you and her. there's really no point in running or hiding. they always get what they want"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"look....come with us, we'll get you some food, get our shit together, and see if we can find someone okay? everything's really....fucked up right now, a lot of stuff is going on and you might hear/see things that aren't really happening.  its called post traumatic stress, everyone gets it to some degree.  it's normal. no one is coming for you okay? everything's gonna be fine, we'll figure everything out, just...come to the lobby with me and jenny ok?........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man looked at my for a second, then randomly just started to start crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"no....i.....i....can't......there's........only......one......way........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"listen to me, you're going to be fine, nothings gonna happen, just.....just come with us ok?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm not going anywhere".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man pulled out a gun out of his pocket and then shot himself in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116314576513118207?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116314576513118207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116314576513118207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116314576513118207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116314576513118207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/11/november-10-2017.html' title='November 10, 2017'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15529692571351480581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116305066630177316</id><published>2006-11-08T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:29:04.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 9, 2017</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116305066630177316?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116305066630177316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116305066630177316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116305066630177316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116305066630177316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/11/november-9-2017.html' title='November 9, 2017'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594729580324595159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116305044604533386</id><published>2006-11-08T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T21:35:14.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 8, 2017</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We left the apartment late today.  Mainly because we slept in.  Well, I slept in.  I admit it, i was tired. It really wasn't too much of a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my little backpack with me and Todd had his little bag. It was really weird to be outside again. Everything is so quiet and dead.  Its constantly overcast. Sunny days feel like a short lifetime ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked some cars that were just scattered on the street, nothing.  Even peeked inside some peoples homes.  Where the hell did everyone go? I mean, I understand people dying and everything, but where did the bodies go? Maybe they didn't die, maybe they were fine, got up and left Seattle because they felt like it. Unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little over forty-five minutes outside, it started to rain again.  So now we've currently taken refuge in the public library.  It's not too bad I guess.  Can catch up on some reading I never really got around to doing.  I guess I've got the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libraries have always creeped me out though. They always seemed to big, and quiet.  Like it was a maze or something.  I don't know, it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that I don't like looking outside anymore.  Even in the daytime.  It's not that its like "too painful" to look outside because of all the memories and everything. It's just, I don't know, too weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to sound really lame by getting into scary stuff. But it's like there's something out there.  Maybe not even something, maybe it's a reason.  Most likely a something.  Something sinister. YES. Sinister is the perfect word to describe what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116305044604533386?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116305044604533386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116305044604533386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116305044604533386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116305044604533386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/11/november-8-2017.html' title='November 8, 2017'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294062902402617005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116294415155675192</id><published>2006-11-07T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T16:02:31.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 7, 2017</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;today/this evening will be mine/Jenny's last night in this stupid apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while she wants to stay here, i simply cannot stand sitting in this stranded apartment building anymore. if i do, it might just drive me up the wall.  plus i think we need to find other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a nice cozy little apartment while it lasted but i don't think i'm going to miss it as much as Jenny will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have to give credit to a girl like her.  for a teenager thats had her life get turned completely upside down, she's coping ok. not great, but ok.  it must be hard to realize that your never going to talk to your friends and family again.  come to think of it, i'm not going to be able to either. i guess i haven't really been thinking about myself too much lately.  probably just less painful to block out all those beautiful memories. i hope i'm coping alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been drizzling outside for the past half an hour.  its refreshing to see the world still remembers how to do some things right. better then this stupid fucking overcast. well i guess its still like that outside, but i still welcome the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got to go and pack some things. food, some clothes, laptop, all the essentials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116294415155675192?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116294415155675192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116294415155675192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116294415155675192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116294415155675192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/11/november-7-2017.html' title='November 7, 2017'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15529692571351480581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116286281554015612</id><published>2006-11-06T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:26:55.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 6, 2017</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Thing's have been interesting the past couple of days.  It's been nice to have someone to talk to for a change.  Thing's are still hard, but it's better when you have someone else there to help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd is a really nice guy, and I'm glad he was there when I saw.....well, what I saw. I try not to think about it.  Partly because it makes me feel like I'm half going insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, Todd's a good person, and I don't think I could ask for anyone else to spend time with. Well, other then my family, but that's obvious.  Sometimes I try and tell myself that maybe they could be like me and Todd.  That they're alright.  I get excited and think of all the ways that I'll get to see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, I'll go into the rec center, and I'll see hundreds of people there.  Taking shelter.  I'll be happy, because, people are okay.  I'll look around, and in the far corner of the gym, I'll find my parents and my brother.  They'll be there, okay.  We were just separated.  We'll talk about all the thing's that have happened and how everything's going to get better.  Eventually, we'll go home, and fix up the house a little bit.  Mom will make some Meat loaf, Dad will get the TV working, and I'll try and finish up some Math homework before Dinner's ready because the school's are opening soon. Everything will be back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the part where I start to cry, and I feel incredibly cold. I'm crying so hard my chest hurts and it's hard to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd and I are getting things ready, because we're supposed to get on the move soon. I kinda like this apartment, it's very cozy.  Todd doesn't seem to like it much, and he makes a good point. If we found each other, there's gotta be other people out there.  Other survivors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just taking all the essentials. Well, and the laptop too.  I took one from a room a couple apartments down.  I don't think anyone's going to be using it anymore, and it's pretty nice.  I still don't understand this whole internet thing. There are a lot of things that don't add up.  But that's just the reality of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116286281554015612?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116286281554015612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116286281554015612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116286281554015612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116286281554015612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/11/november-6-2017.html' title='November 6, 2017'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294062902402617005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116276363877316695</id><published>2006-11-05T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T13:53:58.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 5, 2017</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;yesterday morning, i awoke to the sound of a scream.  it was a young womans scream coming from the building beside me. i ran down the stairwell as fast as i could.  not only because it was the first time i've heard someone's voice in days but because the person sounded like she was in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i ran outside, i saw a young girl sitting in the middle of the street crying.  i ran up to her to see if everything was ok.  apperently she followed someone into the next building and when she got inside, she saw a forty year old man lying on the ground dead. the girl said that it looked like he shot himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went into the building to see the body, and i can honestly tell you, i searched in every room on the first floor and there wasn't a single body, dead or living, the building.  come to think of it, i didn't hear a gun shot.  it definitely would have woken me up.  the girl, Jenny, said she didn't remember hearing anything either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took her back up to my apartment so that i could help clean her up.  she took a pretty nasty fall when she ran out of the building scared half to fucking death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past day we've been swapping stories on the past couple of weeks.  i told her about my job, Lisa, how i'm having trouble remembering things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's one of the things i'm having trouble remembering, i'm pretty sure i've never met her before but i've got the strangest feeling i have.  probably just saw her walking downtown or something and happened to past by.  but it doesn't feel like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't seem to remember meeting me either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny stayed the afternoon and the evening, i let her take my bed while i slept on the couch. not that we did much sleeping, a large portion of the night we just talked.  it's amazing what you say when you haven't talked to someone in so long. its quite a relief.  i felt like i hadn't seen anyone in months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it has, who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for now, i'm making lunch. pbandj sandwiches. yum. gotta eat it while the bread's still relatively fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116276363877316695?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116276363877316695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116276363877316695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116276363877316695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116276363877316695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/11/november-5-2017.html' title='November 5, 2017'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15529692571351480581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116254147361106773</id><published>2006-11-03T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T08:10:10.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 4, 2017</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This morning, I was just waking up when I thought I saw someone.  I think I saw someone walk into the building across the street.  I can't afford to waste any time, I can't let this pass me by. I can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hope I'm not crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116254147361106773?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116254147361106773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116254147361106773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116254147361106773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116254147361106773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/11/november-4-2017.html' title='November 4, 2017'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294062902402617005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116254097068945093</id><published>2006-11-02T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T14:42:00.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 3, 2017</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Computer's seem to be the only things that work.  I find it very ironic and I guess I don't really understand. Then again, I don't really understand the past month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using someone's computer and sitting in someone's house that I've never been to before.  I can't help but feel incredibly awkward and ultimately sad.  Looking at the faces of the people who used to live here. Looking at the faces of happy families where, who knows where they are know.  Dead, in hiding, I don't know.  Seeing this pictures just reminds me of all the families that have been ripped apart in the last few weeks. Reminding me that I'm never going to see my own family again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts, yet, I'm not crying.  I've done enough crying in the past couple of days. Crying really isn't going to get me anywhere.  It certainly hasn't done anything for me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting and thinking about all the things that could've happened, or things I could've done isn't going to help me survive.  It's probably just going to make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the reason I can't look at the faces of these families anymore.  It really is just too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm closer to downtown now. I figured if I'm going to find any more survivors, it's going to be in the heart of the city.  I can only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116254097068945093?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116254097068945093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116254097068945093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116254097068945093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116254097068945093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/11/november-3-2017.html' title='November 3, 2017'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294062902402617005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116251931518196656</id><published>2006-11-02T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T18:01:55.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 2, 2017</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i have not left the building. i looked in the hallway and sat it exactly as i remembered.  i checked some of the apartments that were open.  no one was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have enough food to last me a while.  at least a month. but i think i'm going to have to get out of here soon.  i need to see if there's anyone else out there.  i need to find someone to talk to.  about what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've tried over and over to remember but i can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this feeling too.  i've got a feeling that the worst hasn't come. that something really bad is coming.  i don't know what its.  it's gotta be crazy right? i mean, the end of the world has to be as bad as it gets. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came across something very interesting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figured when i woke up, that obviously the power had gone out.  lights don't work, telephones are down, everything, it's out.  even went down to the basement, but i didn't know how to get the generator working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was today that i realized that out of all the things that didn't work. i could still use my laptop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its crazy because of the weird power situation the past couple of weeks, but as strange as it sounds, the laptop/the internet are working fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this afternoon, i happened to glance down and notice that my laptop battery was in fact dead.  i took a look at my wireless adapter and it was fried a couple days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have absolutely no idea, how my computer is receiving power or getting internet if my laptop is basically dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116251931518196656?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116251931518196656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116251931518196656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116251931518196656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116251931518196656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/11/november-2-2017.html' title='November 2, 2017'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15529692571351480581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116243804268614544</id><published>2006-11-01T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T17:46:51.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 1, 2017</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yesterday morning, I woke up in someone's car in the middle of my street. I don't know who's car it was, but it wasn't ours. I looked up and down the street.  There was no one there.  I called out and no one answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember the sky.  It was a very dark, overcast grey.  The street was an absolute mess.  Garbage, cars, anything was everywhere. Yet I didn't see any bodies.  I could not see a single being on my street. The street I've lived on all my life.  No one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran back home, locked the door and sat on my bed. I lied there, and cried myself to sleep. My parents, friends, everyone is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I woke up early finding myself doing trivial tasks that really don't need doing.  Dusting, making beds, folding laundry. Things that don't need to be done. It's then I realized that I can't stay here anymore. I can't stay here and use my home as a crutch that everything is going to return back to normal, because it isn't.  As hard as it's going to be, it's actually more and more easier as I type out what I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomarrow, I'm going to leave my home, that I have known for my entire life.  Put the past behind me, and find someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find someone.  I can't sit here cleaning and dusting while soon enough, I know i'll just eventually die in this house.  I don't want to die here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomarrow I leave, and I will find someone, find help, and a new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, I think I feel I might be sick again. I hope I can leave this house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116243804268614544?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116243804268614544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116243804268614544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116243804268614544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116243804268614544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/11/november-1-2017.html' title='November 1, 2017'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294062902402617005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116232960579196211</id><published>2006-10-31T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T13:20:05.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 31, 2017</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i woke up underneath my kitchen table.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i can't remember anything that has happened in the past three days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;all i've eaten today is a granola bar and a glass of water. i'm too afraid to go outside of the apartment.  mostly because i'm too afraid of what i might see.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i know it will be bad, because i cannot hear anything.  there is just silence.  i cannot hear people talking, cars moving, the building murmuring, the birds.  nothing.  all is silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;when i look outside my window i don't see anything.  nothing moves.  the city is asleep. no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;it is dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i am not. my fate is worse then death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i am alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116232960579196211?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116232960579196211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116232960579196211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116232960579196211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116232960579196211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-31-2017.html' title='October 31, 2017'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15529692571351480581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116219247677681993</id><published>2006-10-29T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T17:43:46.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 30, 2017</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Date: October 15th, 2017&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;To: Ryan Abernathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;From: Ted _ XxXxXxX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Re: Fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There will be no Televisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There will be no telephones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There will be no hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Only the glow of the monitor and it's long hard glare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Twenty - Ninth will bring peace, possibility and paradox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The end of it's time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Secrets and Fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They are coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They are coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They are coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116219247677681993?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116219247677681993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116219247677681993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116219247677681993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116219247677681993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-30-2017.html' title='October 30, 2017'/><author><name>- - - -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15574251087952429071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116215455513307829</id><published>2006-10-29T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T13:27:54.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 29, 2017</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!SYSTEM RESTART!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/833/4080/1600/omnicorp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/833/4080/400/pa27.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116208360615849550?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116208360615849550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116208360615849550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116208360615849550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116208360615849550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-28-2017.html' title='October 28, 2017'/><author><name>- - - -</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15574251087952429071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116159031789934817</id><published>2006-10-23T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T14:23:44.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 27, 2017</title><content type='html'>there are so many things to say, but:&lt;br /&gt;a) not  enough time to say it&lt;br /&gt;b) not sure how to put it in words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the city becomes darker while more and more people become hopeless sitting in the dark. thank god the power is working..... its funny how life does that to you.  works for your favour in the most inappropriate time.  i'm gonna miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those little annoying things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it would be pointless of me to say that i love my mom and dad and whatever because well, isn't it obvious? i don't think you have to tell someone that you love your family, i think its pretty much implied.  and with the friends i had, they know how i felt about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so with all that said, there's really nothing else left to say. other then i wish this wasn't happening but its not like that's gonna do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i want to wish the best to everyone when whatever happens.  i'm not very good at speeches or anything sentimental so this is as good as it gets from me. try and take it as a compliment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm shutting off my computer for now, for what might be the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the words of Douglas Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't panic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116159031789934817?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116159031789934817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116159031789934817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116159031789934817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116159031789934817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-27-2017.html' title='October 27, 2017'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15529692571351480581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116158913098241640</id><published>2006-10-23T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T16:02:57.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 26, 2017</title><content type='html'>There is an overturned bus on our street, I can see it from my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever the power is not going on/off at random times, the lights in the house are almost constantly on.  Ever since the sky has turned that dark, purple,black, the city has just been drenched in perpertual darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going outside of the house is strictly forbidden as my parents say.  Not that I would want to go outside anyway.  Everything is so dark and alien.  And who know's what stupid shit people are doing out there. Don't really need to go outside anyway, the schools were shut down yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to make light of things but its getting harder and harder to do.  No one speaks in our house, the constant darkness is incredibly draining and everyone's realized that something bad is on its way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did everything just have to get out of control? Why did all of this happen? Did we really deserve this? Is this what we get for not taking care of our planet or is it something else? Something we can't even fathom.  But there really isn't any point in asking questions is there? I'm asking questions that i'm 99.9% sure will never get answered. Why? Because i'll be gone. Just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few minutes ago, I came to the realization this will be on of the few, if not, the last post I will make.  So as to close up my meaningless-pathetic existence, I just have a few departing words. I have done things, and I am quite grateful for the life I was given, and for the family and friends I shared it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i'm ready to die, but there's nothing I can really do about it.  I'd be lying if I said I wasn't incredibly nervous.  I just want to personally say to the people that are reading this.  This. This very paragraph. This very sentence.  That I don't know what will happen in the next couple of days, and I'm not sure if I can comfort you.  But I want you to know, if I knew you as family or a friend that I loved you.  Even if I don't know you, or if this if the first time you've read anything I've posted that I wish I got to know you and see how our paths could have intersected and connected in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all and goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116158913098241640?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116158913098241640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116158913098241640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116158913098241640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116158913098241640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-26-2017.html' title='October 26, 2017'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294062902402617005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116132575999538058</id><published>2006-10-19T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T12:10:04.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 25, 2017</title><content type='html'>It's interesting, to watch the world around you fall apart.  People being completely ignorant of what is going to happen.  They think they know what is coming, yet they don't.  People are just afraid of what is going to happen, which is much more different then knowing what is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;People are going around saying that the apocalypse is coming and that the judgment day is near.  I honestly don't know what to believe.  I've never really believed in anything but science so, the thought of anything else is a little.....alien to me.  I just don't see anything "biblical" happening on the twenty-ninth.  I know in my gut that something will happen.  I'm just not sure if it's what everyone think it will be.  But I guess I won't find out until four days from now.&lt;br /&gt;It's moments when you look outside and you see people walking, some people even laughing (very rarely) that you think to yourself, that, "no, everything is going to be the same, come the thirtieth and everything on heard on the news and everything I've seen just has to be one giant misunderstanding".  You tell yourself that you won't have to worry about the one thing you're really afraid of, change and transition.  Transition that may even lead to people dying.  You tell yourself everything will be fine, and it'll be just another normal, average, mediocre day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look out your window and see this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6876/3820/1600/Dscn4730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6876/3820/320/Dscn4730.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when you realize that thing's are not going to be the same.  And that the 29th will be a day that everyone on earth will have to face alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116132575999538058?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116132575999538058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116132575999538058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116132575999538058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116132575999538058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-25-2017.html' title='October 25, 2017'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594729580324595159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116123983935926503</id><published>2006-10-18T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T14:58:25.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 24, 2017</title><content type='html'>i haven't heard back from Lisa nor do i really expect to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still refuse to watch tv or read the papers.  it is actually bad enough now that you don't even really need to turn on the tv you can just look out your window, and see the things you saw on tv happen on the street.  you pray that the activities outside don't enter your household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people just seem to be getting ridicolous as well. stupid people knocked a girl on the street the other day and she nearly got creamed by a bus.  not to sound like a hero or anything but she would've been in a lot more trouble if i hadn't helped her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so empty and different right now.  i don't like all this change that is happening around me. i don't like not knowing what is to become of me or the people/things around me.  is it getting as bad as everyone says it is? are those people waving aroudn those signs and saying their little fucking speeches have it right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who do i turn to now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss lisa. i miss work. i miss routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss pretending things aren't happening when they really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to take a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116123983935926503?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116123983935926503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116123983935926503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116123983935926503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116123983935926503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-24-2017.html' title='October 24, 2017'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15529692571351480581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116123883631236787</id><published>2006-10-18T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T17:13:41.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 23, 2017</title><content type='html'>While walking home from school today, I bent down to tie my shoe when one of those stupid "end of the world" rally groups came by and someone knocked me over onto the street.  Of course this happened as their was a bus coming up the road.  If some man hadn't quickly scooped me up, I would have turned into a flat pancake lying on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy was really nice too, offered to walk me home and everything. I said it was fine and I was okay, but I really did appreciate the offer.  He even made a little quip about those stupid rally people.  I HATE them.  They're people that really know how to make a bad situation 100x worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom and Dad stopped going to work.  If i told you they were glued to the TV before, that was really an understatement of what they're doing now.  They just sit there like zombies listening to hours upon hours of bad news going on around the world.  It can't be that good for you mental health to deal with that much bad stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way though, it's sort of nice to see them sitting there together on the couch, holding each other.  Loving each other even though they know that bad things are going on around them.  It's moments like that, that I wish I knew or had someone like that.  But I don't.  And I feel (probably the same feeling 4 billion other people are feeling right now) that they just don't have the time for that type of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might go do some homework soon, yet it seems like its really a lost/stupid cause based on the fact that more and more people aren't showing up for school each day.  Most classes are down to a handful of twelve students. It's quite depressing actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I'm going to go to try and paint something happy.  If I can remember happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116123883631236787?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116123883631236787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116123883631236787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116123883631236787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116123883631236787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-23-2017.html' title='October 23, 2017'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294062902402617005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116098113332863851</id><published>2006-10-15T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T12:09:35.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 22, 2017</title><content type='html'>I did what I said I would do because i'm a man who keeps his word.  Yesterday, at 3:00 in the afternoon, I went to Ryan's apartment and rang the buzzer.  After waiting for five minutes, I was just about to leave when the door buzzed and swung open.  On the third floor, Room 116 I knocked. As my knuckle barely touched the door, it slightly blew open with a faint creak. I was chilled to see what had become of the inside of his apartment.&lt;br /&gt;Completely and utterly empty.  Nothing in the apartment.  There were only three things that stood out: a table with a little bit of barely eaten food on the table, a computer desk with a computer, which was in front of a couch. The air was incredibly stale.  I walked in to find Ryan sitting on the couch staring in front of him at the computer screen .  I slowly walked over.  I nearly had to step back when I got of glimpse of him.  He was incredibly pale, nearly yellow, obviously not eating properly.  He looked sweaty, distant, and looked like he hadn't showered in a while.  I'll try to describe the last conversation with Ryan with as much detail as possible:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself: Hey Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: Hello Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Haven't been seeing you at the University, everyone was starting to get a little worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: That's very nice of you to say, but i've been very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: What have you been doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: The only thing that matters, I've been working on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(at this point, he opened the disc drive on the computer and held up a disc before putting it gently into a case)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: What's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Something that will become very important in time.  But for now, nothing really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: What do you mean nothing matters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: I mean that everything is going to be gone soon Max.  Everything you know will be gone. Just memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Why? Why is everything going to be gone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Because they fucked everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: I hate to keep asking questions Ryan, but you're not making any sense, who are "they".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: THEM! THEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(he got up and was very distressed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: The ones that are responsible for all of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Just calm down okay, you can tell me.  Just come sit down okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(while he sat back down on the couch, I got a glass of water for him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: So tell me, how did you found out about all of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Because they're everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Everywhere? Are they.....are they in this room right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Are they.....are they ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: No, no, no, no.  Much, much, much, worse then that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: I know this doesn't make any sense, but you have to believe me Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: I just don't understand why.....these.....things would want to do something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Because they were greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Sorry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Because they got over-optimisitic and greedy.  It was their plan all along.  They're looking and searching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: For what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ryan got up and went to the window to look out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: I'm not sure.  I haven't figured it out.  I don't.....I didn't have enough time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Max, listen to me very carefully.  I need you to take that disc on top of the computer okay? You have to take it okay? Take it and don't look at it right away, it won't work.  But you have to make sure you do it before October 29th okay? Before the 29th you understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Yeah, yeah I understand before the 29th.  Why before then, why not the 29th?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Because that is the day the world you know will end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M:...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: My time is up now Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He opened the window)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: Wait Rya-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Don't let them find you Max. You won't want them to find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He sat on the window sill)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: Solong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the last words he said before he fell three stories and died upon impact on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Abernathy&lt;br /&gt;1992 - 2017&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116098113332863851?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116098113332863851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116098113332863851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116098113332863851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116098113332863851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-22-2017.html' title='October 22, 2017'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594729580324595159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116097714493097671</id><published>2006-10-15T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T21:20:56.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 21, 2017</title><content type='html'>today i was "let go" from Music World.  "there just isn't enough business" to keep me on board. the sad and awful truth is, i don't think Music World is ever going to see business again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another sad note,  Lisa has left trying to get back to her folks in London, Ontario.  she called me just before leaving on the plane (which she waited for 27 hours because of how busy it was at the airport). i also just saw on the news that they just halted all planes and kept them on the runway, as little as two hours ago. she's lucky, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda wish i could go see my parents but they're down in Oregon, and i've tried calling them but of course the phonelines are completely busy and i can't get a call in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also ran out and bought $400 worth of food from the supermarket today, it took me nearly 2 and a 1/2 hours to do so.  everywhere is just completely nuts, everyone just loading up on everything. someone tried to take some of my food today (actually it was raspberry jam) when i was on the bus, i gave him a good elbow in the ribs.  fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course while all of this is happening, my power actually works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116097714493097671?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116097714493097671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116097714493097671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116097714493097671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116097714493097671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-21-2017.html' title='October 21, 2017'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15529692571351480581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116097601337551873</id><published>2006-10-15T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T14:10:26.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 20, 2017</title><content type='html'>I'm sure you've seen the news by now.  You just have to look at any newspaper, TV/Computer screen or talk to any person to know whats going on.  It seems the riots have started to branch off from major cities.  I know they've been spreading in Eastern Europe quite fast, but honestly, the news hasn't been saying too much on international affairs.  All local stations have been posting news of riots that have been taking place within the country.  Major rallies have been reported in parts of Los Angeles, Dallas, Miami, Boston, Philidelphia and New York.  From what I've heard from the news, it doesn't look like smaller cities and towns have been affected. Thank god Seattle has had minimal activity. I can still get to the university alright, not that many students and professors are there.  I still haven't been able to get a hold of Ryan.  I've tried calling him a couple times, and if I don't get a response by tonight, I'm going to go and see if he's at home.&lt;br /&gt;Although I do admit, there are a lot of other things on my mind. It's just a matter of time before all the mayhem crosses over into Washington.  You can see it on the news as it spreads.  Watching as the police and the government can do nothing as a country starts to gang up on itself.  All caught up in mob mentality, mass hysteria and the worst of all, Fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116097601337551873?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116097601337551873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116097601337551873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116097601337551873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116097601337551873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-20-2017.html' title='October 20, 2017'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594729580324595159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116097537303849894</id><published>2006-10-15T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T15:32:07.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 19, 2017</title><content type='html'>It seems the protests/rallies that have been on the TV screens have become much more worse.  Riots have started to break out.  At least five major ones situated in New York, London, Stalingrad, Capetown and Dublin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finally gotten to that point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of the people in my class weren't there because they went home.  The teachers also let us watch live TV broadcasts so that we could stay up to date.  The TV was just showing rapid images of people looting, trampeling, crying, fighting, killing, destroying, everything.  The newscaster could barely keep up with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scary thing too was that among all of these riots, and whenever the newscaster could get a word in, she would just go into a brief description on something even more terrible happening, like another severe thunder-hail-rainstorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother doesn't want us to leave the house, but my brother and myself insist that we go to school.  Basically because its the only thing that feels slightly normal nowadays, but barely.  My Dad still goes to work and pretends that everything is normal as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to say that I don't think Seattle is going to be as safe as I thought it would be.  More people on gathering on the streets, lumbering about and looking edgy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually quite frightened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116097537303849894?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116097537303849894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116097537303849894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116097537303849894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116097537303849894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-19-2017.html' title='October 19, 2017'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294062902402617005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116095505169660586</id><published>2006-10-15T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T11:45:37.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 18, 2017</title><content type='html'>Ryan hasn't shown up to the University in three days now.  It's incredibly odd and not like him. I tried calling him today, but he didn't pick up, so I left a message. I hope he's okay. I also hope he's not getting into what I think he is.&lt;br /&gt;Update on those rallies around the world, they've been popping up in: Ukraine, Cairo, Dublin, Oxford, Vancouver, Toronto, Rio de Janerio, Cuba, London,  Stalingrad, Sydney.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture from North Korea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6876/3820/1600/2001-5-7-riot.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6876/3820/320/2001-5-7-riot.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say i'm getting a little worried. These doomsday protests are spreading everywhere.  I mean, when weird things start going on, I knew people would get induce some sort of mass hysteria like symptoms, but not so far as this.  No, definitely not this far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116095505169660586?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116095505169660586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116095505169660586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116095505169660586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116095505169660586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-18-2017.html' title='October 18, 2017'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594729580324595159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116095434528983865</id><published>2006-10-15T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T12:05:15.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 17, 2017</title><content type='html'>last night when lisa came over, she stayed for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were both lying on the couch together watching johnny english (something light, funny and very entertaining)  when 3/4 of the way through, she fell asleep.  i nodded off a bit too but managed to get awake during the credits.  the news came on and i wasn't in the mood to listen to freak storms, cyclones, planes dropping out of the sky blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i just turned it off and lied there with Lisa.  i was comfortable and tired and everything but i just couldn't get to sleep. my mind was just going over a million things. i think thats something i learned, actually it should be a lesson for everyone. don't watch the news 2 mins before you feel like going to bed. its too depressing and gets your mind fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started thinking about everything. my life, elementary school, how i used to play with batman and spiderman action figures, the way my dad used to always make fun of my sisters handwriting, the first time i ever used a drug, little things like that.  while all these thoughts were swimming in my head and taking into account all the things that are happening in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something clicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sudden, feeling washed over me, that i can't quite describe. its like i suddenly realized something that was right in front of me and i feel stupid for not seeing it but its good. i think. i'm not sure. it was a feeling that something was about to change. something in my life was about to change and i don't know what, and i don't know when. that's all i can really say it felt like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up today and the feeling was gone, i felt like i always did. but i know for that one split moment, that weird-huge-awful-wonderfull-scary-exciting-paranoid-curious-&lt;br /&gt;questionable-exhilarating feeling.  i tried to explain it to Lisa but she didn't understand. come to think of it, i don't think i do either. maybe one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116095434528983865?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116095434528983865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116095434528983865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116095434528983865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116095434528983865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-17-2017.html' title='October 17, 2017'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15529692571351480581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116095344137944770</id><published>2006-10-15T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T11:19:04.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 16, 2017</title><content type='html'>I didn't do so hot on my History test today, I got 72%.  Not my average, believe you me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monica and I got into a conversation today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jen, do you believe in heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because, I just don't believe in it".&lt;br /&gt;"So what do you think is going to happen when, you know,......IT happens".&lt;br /&gt;"Die".&lt;br /&gt;"You're not gonna feel bad knowing that you could spend the rest of eternity in complete and utter darkness?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, because i'll be dead. I won't be able to recognize that i'm in complete and utter darkness for eternity."&lt;br /&gt;"But what if your wrong and there is an afterlife?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'll take my chances."&lt;br /&gt;"That doesn't seem wise".&lt;br /&gt;"Let me ask you a question. Why do you believe in heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because i'm Christian."&lt;br /&gt;"No you're not."&lt;br /&gt;"So, I can still believe in Heaven."&lt;br /&gt;"Personally, I think your telling yourself you believe in heaven because you want to make yourself feel better about dying."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know Jen, that doesn't sound very logical".&lt;br /&gt;"I don't think you're being logical."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116095344137944770?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116095344137944770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116095344137944770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116095344137944770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116095344137944770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-16-2017.html' title='October 16, 2017'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294062902402617005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116095216755757327</id><published>2006-10-15T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T15:42:47.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 15, 2017</title><content type='html'>Today wasn't too busy in the lab, and i'm not complaining. After that little protest happened, the  university security has taken more measures to make sure there's no more protests like that on campus grounds.  I thought it was a good decision.  Apperently, it hasn't stopped them from doing their rallies around town.  In fact, we're not the only place to have these little rallies popping up.&lt;br /&gt;   Here's a picture of one of these things in Ukraine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6876/3820/1600/ukraine-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6876/3820/320/ukraine-big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan didn't come in to the lab today, the day seemed slower without his little quips and jokes.  Oh well, hopefully he won't desert me tomarrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116095216755757327?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116095216755757327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116095216755757327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116095216755757327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116095216755757327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-15-2017.html' title='October 15, 2017'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594729580324595159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116088237527384152</id><published>2006-10-14T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:19:35.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 14, 2017</title><content type='html'>more people keep coming into the building. its really fucking annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some guy a floor down keeps on having all these stupid 'end of the world' meetings.  what the fuck. i read one of those stupid signs that was posted just outside the building, another "foretelling of the days to come how we should rally together to fight for our souls".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sad thing is a lot of people are buying into this.  i was just leaving to go to work today and i see my neighbour so i gave him a friendly hello and whatever small talk.  apperently he was just heading downstairs for one of these 'meetings'. i nodded/smiled then said goodbye.  ridicolous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad things happen all the time, people die every day, its no different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another sad thing is that i think Lisa is getting a little upset about these things too.  i guess its not hard to, you can see the rallies every so often on the street. it is a little intimidating, but i mean i usually just try to ignore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could make her feel better, but there's nothing i can really do.  even if the world was to end, is there anything i can really do about it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116088237527384152?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116088237527384152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116088237527384152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116088237527384152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116088237527384152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-14-2017.html' title='October 14, 2017'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15529692571351480581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116078434354828797</id><published>2006-10-13T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T17:05:43.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 13, 2017</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6839/3820/1600/web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6839/3820/320/web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beautiful picture, show's that there really are pretty things in that deep dark void of space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of things pretty, I decided to show some of my latest paintings to Mr. Verdalay, since he's been hounding me about them.  He pretty much just threw up all over them.  Well, not really, but you could tell he wasn't into them, and said I wasn't "showing my full potential". Brandon seemed to like it though, and I like them too, so that's all that matters.  Fuck Verderlay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems there's been a couple protests rallying around town recently.  I was walking home from school and decided to grab a quick bite to eat at Mindy's Cafe when I passed this large group of people.  I was walking by, and i heard "...and when the final day comes we will truley be judged-" so I kept walking.  I know I may be a little into this whole mass hysteria-what the hell is going on-bit, but still, i'm not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In news concerning our present hysteria status: it seems we're not the only place to have massive power outtages. The Sha Tin District in Hong Kong; Barrie, Ontario, Canada; Dublin, Ireland; Athens, Greece; Sao Paulo, Brazil; Dhaka, Bangladesh; and Helsinki, Finland have been experiencing incredible problems with their power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thought things were getting better. Silly me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116078434354828797?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116078434354828797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116078434354828797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116078434354828797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116078434354828797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-13-2017.html' title='October 13, 2017'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294062902402617005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116070867833884118</id><published>2006-10-12T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T20:04:38.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 12, 2017</title><content type='html'>It's getting back to normal again at the university.  I came into work today and everything seemed to be in the normal routine again.  Except when I went out for my lunch break, I found that a lot of students and faculty, actually, even people I think were just passerbys, standing with a large group of people in the outer courtyard. There was a group of people talking and holding signs which read "redemption is near", and "the day is coming".  Some guy was talking to the people about how we are witnessing the events preluding to the end of the world, and get ready for the next life.  Apocolypse, anarchy, blah, blah, blah.  I stopped listening after two minutes and decided to go back inside and finish my lunch in the breakroom.  The sad thing was that so many people were getting bought into it. &lt;br /&gt;    The things that have been happening are, I admit, a little strange and hard to explain but there has to be rational explanations for them.  The whales, had to have been some sort of freak accident.  The snowstorm is Austin was probably due to an underestimated shift in the jetstream causing something no one was expecting.  People weren't prepared, hence why it turned out to be such a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;    I can't quite explain the rogue wave and the satelites though.  Rogue waves have always been one of the oceans mysteries and i'm sure we'll get an explanation eventually about the satelites. A rational explanation.  I hope.&lt;br /&gt;    Still, if there is something thats bound to happen, not saying that there is, but if they were, is it wise to get people wound up and in a frenzy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116070867833884118?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116070867833884118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116070867833884118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116070867833884118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116070867833884118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-12-2017.html' title='October 12, 2017'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594729580324595159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116061062579946758</id><published>2006-10-11T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T16:50:25.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 11, 2017</title><content type='html'>it seems people are getting back into their regular routine again.  i'm trying to at least. more people are out and about.  also large groups of people walking around together.  saw them put up a couple signs on some telephone poles but didn't get a chance to read them. lots of people in the building too.  people had family over or something, cuz the parking lot was full and lots of people i hadn't seen before we're in the building.  i haven't been here too long so maybe its a yearly or monthly thing or something. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worked a long shift at Music World yesterday, i actually worked opening-close. more people then usual came in and it ended up being really busy. i was running around the store all day.  but thats ok, Lisa was working with me today.  i have to say, she's probably the most adorable person ever. i told her that, and she laughed and told me to finish stocking the new release shelf.&lt;br /&gt;i've stopped watching the news. it's just too depressing.  i only glance at newspapers every so often. things are too weird right now, i don't care what's happening.  although i did hear Omnicorp bought out Microsoft the other day.  it's too bad i have a mac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna try focusing on other things for now. might be going to a dinner/movie with Lisa tonight.  that should keep my mind off things.  maybe i'll see if i can get in some time at work tomarrow, and the next day too.  i'll be working all week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116061062579946758?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116061062579946758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116061062579946758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116061062579946758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116061062579946758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-11-2017.html' title='October 11, 2017'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15529692571351480581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116051919809478277</id><published>2006-10-10T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T15:26:38.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 10, 2017</title><content type='html'>The street's are not as quiet as they used to be.  People are starting to walk around and do daily activities again.  It's incredibly relieving.  Though, there are little bands of people walking around, and it's a little odd. But everyone else seems to be moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is a little better as well.  In fact, it's as if everything is relatively going back to normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't anything too weird brought up in the news the past couple of days.  Just little things like the upcoming election next spring, and how some serial rapist was caught.  I try and tell my Mom that all the events in the past couple of weeks have just been a phase, but she still seems a little off.  But she is getting better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the power is working:):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long this will last?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116051919809478277?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116051919809478277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116051919809478277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116051919809478277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116051919809478277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-10-2017.html' title='October 10, 2017'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294062902402617005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116045176377496591</id><published>2006-10-09T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T20:42:45.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 9, 2017</title><content type='html'>I worked a good ten hours today.  It was long and exhausting.  I only saw two people today at the University, Ryan and my Prof.  Ryan came halfway through the day, but other then that, I saw no other students or peers.  For some reason, I didn't seem to care or notice until I thought about it when I got home.  It was actually a little nice to just have most of the lab to myself, felt I could really get work done.  Still, it was a little unnerving to suddenly find yourself working alone and have silence, with the exception of the humming of the heater. You get so used to having people chatting, working around you, ambient noises that utter silence throws off your routine. Silence is all that seems to accompany life nowadays.  So I was a little relieved when Ryan came in to get some work done.&lt;br /&gt;    I found myself getting into a into quite the conversation with him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ryan: I've been having the strangest dreams lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Me: Really? I usually don't dream, so I rarely ever have a strange one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    R: It's weird because, I know its incredibly strange, maybe even unnerving, yet, when I wake up, I can't remember anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    M: That is strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    R: I'll say it's fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    M: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    R: You know, it's not just the dreams that are making me uneasy either. It's the way I feel all the time.  This general, uneasiness.  Like that feeling where your on a rollercoaster, and you're about to enter a dark tunnel, and you have no idea what's going to happen.  That type of feeling. It's also the uneasiness, that wheels have been set in motion, something no one can stop.  Something that no one can control and might not necessarily be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    M: I think a lot of people have been feeling like that lately. So, I don't think your the only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    R: Max I want to tell you something. You're a co-worker, and a good friend, and I can't really tell anyone else right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    M: Sure, I'm listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    R: I'm always have, and hopefully always will be a man of science. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    M: Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    R: Well, with all the things that have happened, and the feelings i've been feeling.  It's scaring me half to death.  Up to the point where I have trouble getting to sleep at night.  All these things are converging to the point where i've started to question everything that I've believed in.  And I mean everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116045176377496591?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116045176377496591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116045176377496591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116045176377496591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116045176377496591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-9-2017.html' title='October 9, 2017'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594729580324595159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116033874940271499</id><published>2006-10-08T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T13:19:09.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 8, 2017</title><content type='html'>I decided to come home early from school because I don't feel like studying/working.  Things are just too busy and weird that I didn't want to be in that environment anymore.  So I came home and had a little nap.  After that, I went out, bought a case of beer, rented "A Clockwork Orange" and "Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels" because I hadn't seen them in a while.  Both very brilliant movies. &lt;br /&gt;     I've come to realize, that i'm going to let myself stop worrying from now on.  I just don't care what happens anymore.  If something really terrible is coming just around the corner, I really couldn't care less.  Whatever happens, happens.&lt;br /&gt;    I think after I finish my beer i'm calling to call my friend Mike, see what he's up to.  Maybe have a get together with some friends.  I don't feel like being alone right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116033874940271499?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116033874940271499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116033874940271499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116033874940271499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116033874940271499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-8-2017.html' title='October 8, 2017'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594729580324595159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116028612432497620</id><published>2006-10-07T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T22:42:04.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 7, 2017</title><content type='html'>Now I really wish things would go back to normal.   And I really wish Sally didn't run away.  I miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's such a weird feeling in the air, that I can't describe.  You can tell everyone knows about it but, they just don't want to talk about it.  Maybe I'm being delusional or something.  Still maybe if people just talked a little more, and everything wasn't so quiet, I might not feel so bad, you know? Probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems things are just getting worse.  A quick little update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Massive hailstorm in Copenhagen, Denmark, causing hundreds wounded; 2 dead&lt;br /&gt;-Large Maelstrom completely consumes tugboat, and fishing boat off wharf in Arendal, Norway.&lt;br /&gt;-Volcano (Ulawun) erupts in Papua New Guinea killing at least fifty people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom still watches the TV constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brightside, I have been painting more.  Usually very generic, not very obscure, like I used to.  For some reason I just like to keep things simple for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116028612432497620?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116028612432497620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116028612432497620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116028612432497620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116028612432497620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-7-2017.html' title='October 7, 2017'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294062902402617005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116016579449157133</id><published>2006-10-06T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T17:38:22.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 6, 2017</title><content type='html'>its strange to walk down a street in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since the whole new zealand thing, everyone's been incredibly quiet.  it's like everyone knows that something bad is happening but  just ignoring it.  is it something you can really ignore? when you see all this badness happening around you? christ, everyday more and more newcasts just keep piling up.  electrical storms, tornadoes, massive sandstorms, cyclones, strange temperatures, animals dying.  how can people ignore all that? of course when you try and talk to someone about it, they just change the subject.  maybe its better this way. silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to go and talk to Ryan at the university again, but he wasn't there.  so i talked with that Max guy that was there.  i met him before, he's a pretty decent guy.  doesn't pretend like nothings happening.  it was sort of a relief, i thought i was going crazy for a bit. he seemed to know a lot about the whole tsunami thing on NZ and he told me about the whole whale thing.  very fucking weird stuff. not to mention scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems i'm spending more and more time with Lisa.  not complaining, just something i've noticed. we had a conversation about the future, and she asked me if i ever wanted kids someday. let's just say i didn't see it happening anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're spending more time together like we're trying to spend every moment we can.  maybe we're in love, maybe it's just desperate times. i wonder why we feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, my power is still fucked:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116016579449157133?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116016579449157133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116016579449157133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116016579449157133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116016579449157133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-6-2017.html' title='October 6, 2017'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15529692571351480581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116009872582779392</id><published>2006-10-05T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T21:23:00.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 5, 2017</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6876/3820/1600/10432.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6876/3820/320/10432.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For the few of you who are not aware of the events that have just occured, i'll try and give a recap to the best of my ability:&lt;br /&gt; On October 4, 2017 at approximatly 10:33p.m. pacific time, a giant rogue wave two hundred and fifty miles off course of New Zealand caused the simultaneous creation of three tsunamis. The tsunami's struck the east side of the north island, nearly decimating cities such as: Auckland, Tauranga, Napier and Gisborne.  While doing signifcant damage to the south island, the waves have completely obliterated much of the east coast on the north island.  Leaving tens of thousands dead, and many  more so injured.&lt;br /&gt; The United States, United Kingdom and Canadian military have sent out reinforcements to aid the survivors on both islands.  More military and UN aid is expected within hours.&lt;br /&gt; Supposedly, the rogue wave was estimated to be 31.2 meters in height, establishing a record as the largest rogue wave in history, (beating out 29.7 meters).  No immediate or conclusive cause has been found for the wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That's pretty much the whole event in a nutshell, I tried to make it as concise as I could on the information we've been given through the media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; That's it for now, I need time to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6876/3820/1600/flutti-floods.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6876/3820/320/flutti-floods.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116009872582779392?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116009872582779392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116009872582779392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116009872582779392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116009872582779392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-5-2017_05.html' title='October 5, 2017'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594729580324595159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116008727039387020</id><published>2006-10-05T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T15:27:50.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 5, 2017</title><content type='html'>my severe condolences to the families and people at ___ ______.  i can't imagine what your going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116008727039387020?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116008727039387020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116008727039387020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116008727039387020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116008727039387020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-5-2017.html' title='October 5, 2017'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15529692571351480581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-116001728420398299</id><published>2006-10-04T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T20:01:24.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 4, 2017</title><content type='html'>.................I..............I don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could this happen?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-116001728420398299?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/116001728420398299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=116001728420398299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116001728420398299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/116001728420398299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-4-2017_04.html' title='October 4, 2017'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294062902402617005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-115999402656075153</id><published>2006-10-04T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T13:33:46.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 4, 2017</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6839/3820/1600/auroradaytonweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6839/3820/320/auroradaytonweb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found this picture on the internet.  Apperently its the "northern lights" over Tokyo.  I thought it was weird as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more odd news, two more satelites have fallen from the sky, again.  One fell in Athens, Greece, and the other in Oxford, England. The one in Oxford apperently went right through someone's house.  Luckily, the tenants were out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use the word "apperently" a lot.  It's such an easy word to use when so many odd things are occuring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom is still glued to the TV and is strange as ever.  I think she's getting too glued into all these world events.  Then again, I would be lying if I said I wasn't getting nervous.  I mean, all these things, they just have to be giant coincidences, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-115999402656075153?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115999402656075153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=115999402656075153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115999402656075153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115999402656075153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-4-2017.html' title='October 4, 2017'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294062902402617005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-115991006474101079</id><published>2006-10-03T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T14:51:52.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 3, 2017</title><content type='html'>Today, was ridicolously busy in the biology lab.  The whole science department had already been in cahoots with the whole whale thing (which by the way, we finally got them shipped off today, no more whales to deal with anymore, hooray!), and then that freak meteor storm caused even more commotion.  I hate working/learning when things are incredibly busy.&lt;br /&gt;   Ryan and I were working a lab in the main Biology room when someone knocked on the door and it happened to be one of Ryan's friends, Todd.  He introduced us, and he seemed like a nice enough fellow.  He came in because he wanted to hand over one of the meteorites that came from the sky a couple days ago.  Apperently it crashed right through his window.  That must've sucked.  We got into talking and eventually got onto the subject of the whales, and how odd it was.&lt;br /&gt;   Our conversation however, was abruptly cut short when something caught Ryan's ear and turned the volume up on the TV.  The local newscaster was telling us about how a severe sandstorm and massive tornadoes had decimated half of Morrocco, leaving hundreds dead and much more hurt and wounded.  There was a brief silence as we waited to see if they would follow up on the story.&lt;br /&gt;   Thats when Todd broke the silence in the room.&lt;br /&gt;   "What do you two make out of all of this?"&lt;br /&gt;   I turned to him and replied.&lt;br /&gt;   "Are you a religious man Todd?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-115991006474101079?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115991006474101079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=115991006474101079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115991006474101079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115991006474101079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-3-2017.html' title='October 3, 2017'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594729580324595159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-115984390170906369</id><published>2006-10-02T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T19:51:41.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 2, 2017</title><content type='html'>to expand on the other days events a meteorite crashed through my window..........yeah, it was incredibly fucking weird.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and lisa just got off work and came back to my place.  we were halfway through "the shining" (she hadn't seen it b4) and yeah, a meteorite comes crashing through the window and leaves a hole in the floor.  it was incredibly weird, we looked outside and it was the fucking weirdest thing i've ever seen.  meteors were just raining down from the sky for like 2 mins.  all over peoples cars and shit.  it was odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i burnt my hand because i was being stupid and tried to grab the rock out of the floor.  bad move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to the landlord and apperently meteor damage isn't covered under my insurance plan but she said she would pay for the damages because she felt bad about the whole power thing. meteorites crashing through your house just is something you just don't see happening, i mean what the chances? really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, power is actually working. huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomarrow i'm going to U. of Seattle to go talk to my friend, Ryan who works there to go give him this rock.  i really don't have any use for it, i already have a paperweight.  he might actually be able to analyze it or something.  with university students you just never know what they can do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-115984390170906369?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115984390170906369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=115984390170906369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115984390170906369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115984390170906369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-2-2017.html' title='October 2, 2017'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15529692571351480581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-115976699558688171</id><published>2006-10-01T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T22:29:55.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October 1, 2017</title><content type='html'>I sure hope i'm not the only one who was freaked out by oh, I don't know, THE METEOR STORM yesterday.  What in god's name was up with that.  That was all everyone talked about at school.  A freaking meteor storm.  Things are just getting ridicolous.  I honestly don't know what to expect next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, a couple meteorites (I can't believe i'm using that word in a normal everday context) knocked up my neighbours new Corvette.  He's such an asshole and had been bragging all about it for the past month.  HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like the powers going back to normal too. YAY.  The power has gone out in a full 28 hours, it's very exciting.  Things are relatively turning back to normal.  Except my Mom, she's been all quiet lately, compulsively watching the news and getting 3 different types of newspapers every day. I think she needs a hobby like knitting or drinking or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Brandon asked out Monica today and she said yes.  Most awkward couple ever. That's all I'm gonna say.  Probably going to end within a month, possibly less.  I'm going with less because they'll realized how awkard they will be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been finding myself painting more.  It's weird to say but its actually kinda relaxing.  Something to do when the 'rents are yelling at the annoying brother. It just feels weird to be doing the one thing everyone wants me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe things aren't back to normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-115976699558688171?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115976699558688171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=115976699558688171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115976699558688171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115976699558688171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-1-2017.html' title='October 1, 2017'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294062902402617005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-115968151743210295</id><published>2006-09-30T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T22:45:17.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 30, 2017</title><content type='html'>um.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you say when a meteorite crashes through your window?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6593/3820/1600/metm110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 132px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6593/3820/320/metm110.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-115968151743210295?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115968151743210295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=115968151743210295' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115968151743210295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115968151743210295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-30-2017.html' title='September 30, 2017'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15529692571351480581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-115956840604696110</id><published>2006-09-29T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T17:20:36.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 29, 2017</title><content type='html'>"Call in the army corps of architects&lt;br /&gt;to flatten the skyline and begin again&lt;br /&gt;I knew the years would move quickly,&lt;br /&gt;but never quite as fast as this&lt;br /&gt;so bring the discrepancies, I'll pour the drinks"&lt;br /&gt;                                   - Army Corps of Architects, Death Cab For Cutie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school I started talking to this guy, Brandon.  It's funny how you can go to school with someone for eight years and not speak a word to that person.  Is that even possible? Well anyway, we started talking and he's actually a pretty cool kid.  He has the same, if not more, love for death cab that I do.  It's always nice to meet another death cab fan:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharon is going to the Ruin and Fix concert tonight, i'm incredibly pissed.  Although she did say she would bootleg it for me, so I guess that's cool.  It's still not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think perhaps i'm going to do more canvas work tonight, my Dad keeps pressuring me to do it.  I think he does it because he always wanted to be an artist, but never really had the talent.  And apperently, since I have "it", he has to exploit it.  Oh well, he can live vicariously through me I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw on the news that the "little wisp of snowfall in Austin" has turned to a "amber alert status; evacuate homes, and on the verge of state of emergency".  There was also a little blurb on a sudden and rapid/severe electrical storm that hit Cape Town, South Africa, killing at least a hundred people. What the hell is an electrical storm? I'm so glad we just have power outtages and dead whales washing ashore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are getting worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-115956840604696110?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115956840604696110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=115956840604696110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115956840604696110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115956840604696110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-29-2017.html' title='September 29, 2017'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294062902402617005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-115950842113927160</id><published>2006-09-28T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T22:40:21.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 28, 2017</title><content type='html'>So, I think I'm just gonna put the whole beach incident behind me and start focusing back on school again.  Although, it is a little hard when everyone in the biology department is talking about it.  Nevertheless, i'm trying to move on. &lt;br /&gt;    Power at the university was out for most of the day yesterday, and I didn't come home for much better.  It seems like weird things are just starting to pop up everywhere.  First the power, then the whales, two satelites fall out of the sky in Russia, and I just read in the paper today (what seems like the only thing that doesn't need an electrical plug) that there's some sort of freak snowstorm in Austin, Texas.  I hope i'm not the only one who thinks something weird is going on here? Am I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-115950842113927160?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115950842113927160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=115950842113927160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115950842113927160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115950842113927160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-28-2017.html' title='September 28, 2017'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594729580324595159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-115942186871744877</id><published>2006-09-27T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T22:38:53.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 27, 2017</title><content type='html'>working electricity for one whole fucking day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it blew out again.  fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however i did get to turn on the tv to see that i'm not the only one with power problems.  that made me feel better. looks like shits just going down everywhere.  satelites falling from the sky in Russia apperently.  then i saw that whole segment on the whales on the beach, man that was weird.  and even weirder because i have a friend who was down there, Ryan.  i even saw him on the news.  i thought it was weird/interesting/what the hell is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my laptop is the only thing that seems to work.  thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i went out with Lisa from Music World the other night.  she's a really nice gal. we went out for a coffee and saw some really crappy movie, i can't even remember the name of it.  but it doesn't matter, because we actually had a good time.  i thought she'd be really boring/annoying/sheltered and everything but she's actually a pretty cool person.  i have to stop being so judgemental on everyone. we're doing something again tomarrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait. goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-115942186871744877?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115942186871744877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=115942186871744877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115942186871744877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115942186871744877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-27-2017.html' title='September 27, 2017'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15529692571351480581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-115931989196778002</id><published>2006-09-26T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T18:18:11.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 26, 2017</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been working hard on this whole whale case, everything else has been put on hold.  Got a hold of Dr. Banks and Dr. Richards, other biologists who were currently observing a number of the whales in their respective pods.  Apperently the whales hadn't been exhibiting any sort of behavior that would lead to suicidal actions.   In fact, when I told them the news over the phone they seemed quite surpised and a little saddened over the fact the whales had beached themselves.  One of the whales, "Amy" had been quite friendly and had always been a pleasure to be around. &lt;br /&gt;    Still, the question is: Why did the whales beach themselves?&lt;br /&gt;    I'll don't think I'll ever get an answer.  But I have a feeling I don't want to know why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-115931989196778002?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115931989196778002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=115931989196778002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115931989196778002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115931989196778002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-26-2017.html' title='September 26, 2017'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594729580324595159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-115922799019963603</id><published>2006-09-25T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T16:48:26.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 25, 2017</title><content type='html'>We had a guest speaker today at school.  It was about drug and alcohol safety again *yawn*.  Apperently we don't get enough presentations on drugs/alcohol/drunk driving/date rape etc, etc. Today it was actually kinda funny because the guy who was doing the presentation, (can't remember what his name was), was incredibly uptight and a bit of an asshole.  And the power shut off three times in the middle of his presentation.  He got so offended that he got up and left.  I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of power going out, it's actually just not our house it's all of Seattle supposedly.  I saw a brief clip on the news about it.  Newscaster "Judy Botox" was  telling how two thirds of Seattle is experiencing  massive and unexpected  blackouts.  I went back into my room after, I didn't really care.  My mom sure did though, she was glued to the TV.  She's been acting all funny ever since Sally ran away suddenly.  I on the other hand, just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read in the newspaper today (yes I read the newspaper, sometimes the internet is just too convienent for me), that two satelites randomly feel out of the sky yesterday and landed somewhere in northern Russia near Siberia.  I thought it was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it bad that I have "Virtual Insanity" by Jamiroquai stuck in my head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6839/3820/1600/270px-Virtualinsanityvideo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6839/3820/320/270px-Virtualinsanityvideo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-115922799019963603?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115922799019963603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=115922799019963603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115922799019963603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115922799019963603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-25-2017.html' title='September 25, 2017'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294062902402617005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-115916038641655142</id><published>2006-09-24T21:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T22:04:06.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 24, 2017</title><content type='html'>so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went and finally went and talked to the landlord yesterday and yeah, apperently theyre not gonna do anything about my electricity until next week because again, "apperently" they just can't get a guy in. in fact, it could be two weeks.  he told me something about how its been recently hard to find electricians that aren't busy or rather, but i stopped listening/caring, i was pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way out of the elevator tho, i ran into my neighbour.  i really hadn't talked much with him but we got to chatting and apperently he's having the same problems too.  and he's not the only one.  there's like eight people in the building who are having the same problem. what the fuck is going on here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i went and personally called an electrician and he said that his phone has been ringing off the hook because 2/3 of seattle is having the same problem. he told me it was on the news but you know, tv doesn't work because the stupid fucking electrical plug is_________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________+++______________________&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;computer shut off again. i hope i get this fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, new girl at music world, actually pretty nice.  most definitely likely to see a movie with her this weekend.  i'm excited, the first time i've had a date in six months.  huzzah.  if only i could get my power working. oh how wonderful life would be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-115916038641655142?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115916038641655142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=115916038641655142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115916038641655142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115916038641655142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-24-2017_24.html' title='September 24, 2017'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15529692571351480581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-115905884333246736</id><published>2006-09-23T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T17:47:23.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 23, 2017</title><content type='html'>"Ugh" is the only word that sums up what I'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, this is the only time I could actually get on the computer without it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) crashing&lt;br /&gt;b) randomly turning itself off&lt;br /&gt;or c) making really weird sounds that creeped me out and I had to turn it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence, why I have not been living up to my usual blog duties.  Hopefully I can get back on track :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, in other news, our families ten year old golden retriever, "Sally", has decided to run away from us.  It was actually a little unnerving, because we found the wooden back gate (which sort of has a rusty latch, so it was kinda our fault she got away), open after she had apperently clawed at it enough.  Actually she had worked away at it so hard that there were blood stains on some of the splinters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I'm not to sad about her going.  It's not that I didn't love her or anything, she was a great dog and I loved her a lot.  Yet, I still don't feel that sad that she left.  For some reason, I almost feel relieved.  Don't ask me why, just a strange feeling I guess.  Alas, I hope she finds peace in whatever she feels she has to do in the outside world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm meeting friends to go for dinner and a movie.  Just wanted to give a quick hi and update on how i've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Apperently it's snowing in Austin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-115905884333246736?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115905884333246736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=115905884333246736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115905884333246736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115905884333246736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-23-2017.html' title='September 23, 2017'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294062902402617005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-115898198381810794</id><published>2006-09-22T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T20:29:39.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 22, 2017</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6876/3820/1600/xinsrc_012110130094581182733.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6876/3820/320/xinsrc_012110130094581182733.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is eventually what we stumbled onto upon embarking on our little excursion yesterday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us, (Myself, Ryan, and Jesse), went down to the dock to collect samples of odd coloured fluid that had been collecting around the dock.  We had been called down the day before to test what the substance was.  After twenty minutes, Ryan got a call on his cell from the head Prof. in the biology department, and told us to head down to the beach about a good kilometer away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We packed up our equipment and headed down.  The Prof. didn't really get into details about what was going on, but said that the situation would most definitely need our expertise and opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got down there, there was a group of people huddled over something near the shoreline.  Once we got our basic equipment and down to the water, we saw the picture you see in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking water levels around the deceased animals and the water levels at the shoreline, there was conclusive evidence that neither red tide, bacterium or any other sort of parasitic sea life was a factor in the cause of the whales' deaths.  The next three hours was spent trying to haul three of the carcasses back to the University of Seattle to dissect and find the relative cause of the dead for the Long Finned Pilot Whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eventually made my way back to the university at around four o clock and found that all the whales had been dissected when I got into the main lab.  Ryan and another student named, Julia, were the ones that performed the autopsy.  They're conclusions were not very satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All three of the whales did not die of natural causes, or by any parasitic or viral means.  In fact all three whales were from different pods, which is strange that they were all found together.  Another odd truth, was the fact that, yes, Pilot whales have been known to end up on beaches but only in sub tropical waters.  Before I left, Ryan and Julia had not completely finished their investigation into the cause of death for the three whales.  I personally asked them what their thoughts on what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Personally, I think they beached themselves by their own free will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that a rare thing for whales to exhibit this type of behavior?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Extremely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some sleep, I have to go back to the university tonight and I have a feeling i'll be there for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-115898198381810794?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115898198381810794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=115898198381810794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115898198381810794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115898198381810794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-22-2017.html' title='September 22, 2017'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594729580324595159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-115890506439176809</id><published>2006-09-21T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:04:24.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 21, 2017</title><content type='html'>Update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Today was much more eventful and disturbing then I thought it would be.  I honestly can say I wasn't prepared for what I saw this afternoon.  More on this tomarrow, I'm making myself go out and enjoy myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-115890506439176809?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115890506439176809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=115890506439176809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115890506439176809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115890506439176809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-21-2017_21.html' title='September 21, 2017'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594729580324595159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-115886798281052400</id><published>2006-09-21T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T12:46:22.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 21, 2017</title><content type='html'>Well, this is the first time i've been able to get on the computer in a couple of days.  It seems like all I do is work,work,work.  It's really quite sickening and boring.  I've been going to school for four years and I still haven't started work on my thesis.  The Prof keeps hounding me.  But whatever, i'll get around to it eventually. &lt;br /&gt;    As for today, looks like I'm going out for a good eight hours to spend some time looking at sludge that's been collecting around the Bell Harbour Marina.  If that's not classified as fun, I don't know what is. &lt;br /&gt;    Maybe something exciting will happen, like I don't know.  A giant squid will attack one of the boats or something...Was that as cheesy as I thought it sounded?&lt;br /&gt;    Perhaps when I get home tonight i'll actually go out for the first time in ten years.  Treat myself to a movie or god forbid, maybe even a drink.  Might even call Penny or Jim.  They're cool cats, i'm sure they'll be up for a night on the town.&lt;br /&gt;    I better not ramble on for too much longer, this stupid computer is a piece, and all of the other computers are down in the main lab.  I'm actually on my Prof's computer right now, but even it's running a little slow today.  Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-115886798281052400?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115886798281052400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=115886798281052400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115886798281052400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115886798281052400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-21-2017.html' title='September 21, 2017'/><author><name>Max</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12594729580324595159</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-115881583192540830</id><published>2006-09-20T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T22:17:11.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 20, 2017</title><content type='html'>whewf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long day at work , stupid shipment got in an hour late.  plus we had a new person there so yeah it was a bit overwhelming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got new lightbulbs today and changed every single one in the apartment.  all working good until the one in the kitchen went out.  so i changed it and an hour later it went out again.  when i put the new one in the kitchen, one in the bathroom went out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll have to go and get some more bulbs tomarrow. that and i'm talking to the manager because this is ridicolous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i think i'm gonna have to say "shoplifters of the world unite" by the smiths is probably one of the greatest songs of all time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its late i'm tired and i have to work again tomarrow. g'night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-115881583192540830?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115881583192540830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=115881583192540830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115881583192540830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115881583192540830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-20-2017_20.html' title='September 20, 2017'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15529692571351480581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-115880016568350699</id><published>2006-09-20T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T17:56:05.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 20, 2017</title><content type='html'>I like days at school where things don't just automatically turn into a giant bitch session.  It was nice for once.  Darren made a funny joke about Monicas Lulu Lemon pants and I had to laugh because Lulu Lemon is the epitome of all evil.  There, I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the other day I completed my DCFC collection by acquiring "We Have The Facts and We're Voting Yes". Brilliant album, i'm kicking myself for not getting it earlier.  But it doesn't matter, I have it now, and I love it.  I think "The Employment Pages" has to be one of the best Death Cab song ever.  It's nearly as good as "Expo '86".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brother just got home and my parents are yelling at him again.  This is the second time that teachers have caught him drinking on school grounds.  I think he's getting suspended too.  Oh well, sometimes that kid just need's a good swift kick in the ass sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the power went out again for the third time this week.  It's getting really annoying.  My Mom even called the electric guy, he came down and said there was nothing he could do. Isn't that the point of calling him down and paying him? So that he can fix the problem? I'm slowly starting to realize that the world revolves around layers of excuses that continously loop around themselves.  Maybe, I'm just complaining because I'm bitter about having to go to school and have people tell me how good my paintings are.  I don't even want to do this stupid art show but Mr. Verdalay said it was in "my best interest to showcase my talents".  Stupid Mr. Verdalay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a bitter crabby person I guess. I'm glad I can tell other people how frustrated I can get with everyday trivial things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to go have some dinner. (Porkchops Ewww)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-115880016568350699?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115880016568350699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=115880016568350699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115880016568350699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115880016568350699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-20-2017.html' title='September 20, 2017'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294062902402617005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34661875.post-115873194758295080</id><published>2006-09-19T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T23:00:29.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 19, 2017</title><content type='html'>finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting to actually get settled in to the new apartment, AND i got the new laptop running.  i got it three days ago, from circuit city, and they said to make sure to charge it before i actually turn it on and start using it.  so i went home and charged the stupid fucking thing for 8 hrs and wouldn't turn on.  let it charge for another 3 hrs and still wouldn't work.  i nearly threw it out the window but then it started working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apperently we have someone new at Music World tomarrow. not excited. rick said she's nice but she goes to a private chrisitan school or something. i sense many awkward moments ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should probably head off to bed, i have to get up early for work and then come home and change some lightbulbs. the first thing i noticed when i moved in was that all the lightbulbs were dead. nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this place has bad wiring or something. but oh well, i'm more worried about the cockroaches.  i've already seen three. its nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34661875-115873194758295080?l=streetandvoices.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/feeds/115873194758295080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34661875&amp;postID=115873194758295080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115873194758295080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34661875/posts/default/115873194758295080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://streetandvoices.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-19-2017.html' title='September 19, 2017'/><author><name>Todd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15529692571351480581</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
