<?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-136917868526026228</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:45:25.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old School High</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/136917868526026228/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robert Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676889113802518231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbI7Zz2sJWk/SKOLcUPDMBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YrQjh8jthM4/s1600-R/m_0705ea57a4105cf9a4a89e29114cc6c3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-136917868526026228.post-4886435839530268976</id><published>2009-07-23T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:49:24.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More ThingsThat Annoy Me</title><content type='html'>Well, I found a few more things that annoy me. I find myself being pissed off by random things.I now feel the need to vent. Maybe I should go hang out with Dallin.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast food restaurants with someone who barely speaks English running the register. Seriously, it's ridiculous. If I can't understand someone when they ask me if I want small medium or large their is a problem. I have no problem with minorities working, but please, if they can't speak clear enough English to ask me what I want to drink have them work the deep friar. And it's not like this is an isolated incident. It's starting to happen more and more frequently. I may go crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People in the self check-out lines with 2 carts of groceries. Hey, RETARDS, it isn't made to check out your entire months worth of groceries in one shot!! It's made for the guy buying a Gatorade so that he can have a speedy and pleasant trip to the grocery store. He doesn't want to wait behind your dumb ass for 10 minutes just get his drink. I watched someone today scan literally 6 bags of groceries. I was pissed. I wish I was more confrontational so I could tell people off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Utah drivers. Today someone sped by me, cut me off, then slammed on their brakes, forcing me to slam on my brakes. Stupid B!^%#. I cannot figure out why someone would do that. It makes absolutely no sense. Then there are the people who don't know how to use a 4-way stop. The first person who reaches the stop sign has the right of way. You aren't doing me a favor by waiting and then waving me on. You are wasting my time by making me wait for you to go. You are disrupting the normal flow of things, and you are pissing me off. Idiot in the ford pickup today. Plus the dick who sneaks through when it isn't his turn. I hope you get in a wreck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Getting stood up. This is ridiculously irritating on multiple levels. Here I sit blogging at 10:30. What were my original plans you ask? To hang out with girl. Maybe watch Wayne's World. I have wasted the last two hours waiting for a phone call, or at least a text message. I missed a damn camping trip to get stood up and I'm pissed. I love camping.What the hell. I probably wouldn't have minded so much if I had received some form of communication telling me she wasn't coming. Is there no common courtesy left in the world? And I was going to watch Wayne's World with her. That's a big deal. I was actually looking forward to this.Meeting someone new, breaking out of the norm. For those of you who know me, you know I don't just go out and meet girls by myself. I go out on a limb, and how am I repaid? By getting stood up. This is bullshit. Pardon my french.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few more. All this Micheal Jackson ass kissing, my bank not giving me a credit card(I can have an $11,000 car loan, but not a credit card.), how boring my life is right now, douche bags, people who try to talk to me while working (if i wanted to talk to people at work I would have applied at a call center, leave me the hell alone), the TV controller not working, people not looking when they cross the street (one day you are going to get ran over, and its going to be your fault dumb ass), people who run at night(also your fault for getting ran over dumb ass, make time during the day). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure there are other things that irritate me, but I can't think of them right now. Let's hop I'm not so pissed of tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/136917868526026228-4886435839530268976?l=oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4886435839530268976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=136917868526026228&amp;postID=4886435839530268976&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/136917868526026228/posts/default/4886435839530268976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/136917868526026228/posts/default/4886435839530268976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com/2009/07/more-thingsthat-annoy-me.html' title='More ThingsThat Annoy Me'/><author><name>Robert Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676889113802518231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbI7Zz2sJWk/SKOLcUPDMBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YrQjh8jthM4/s1600-R/m_0705ea57a4105cf9a4a89e29114cc6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-136917868526026228.post-7281987359795178838</id><published>2008-11-26T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T04:46:05.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another one down</title><content type='html'>I just celebrated my 23rd birthday. Now comes a year of no one liking me. Its a hard life. It wasnt exactly my best birthday, but it had some hilights.&lt;br /&gt;1. Reading the happy birthdays on my facebook wall. Gotta love facebook.&lt;br /&gt;2. Having a job interview and getting the job. I will now be employed after over a month of being lazy. Its a good thing too, because the funds are getting a little low. In fact, my birthday kind of saved me in that department. I am now working for precision concrete, with my fellow bad A's Corbin and Jordan&lt;br /&gt;3. Wnning a couple games on fifa 09&lt;br /&gt;4. Slapping Tyson&lt;br /&gt;5. Receiving text  messages throughout the day. Being somewaht of a loser lately, I dont recive many texts.&lt;br /&gt;6. Road tripping to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ex2hj5rLN48"&gt;Washington&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 effing 3 years old. Am I an adult now? I dont consider myself one. Oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/136917868526026228-7281987359795178838?l=oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7281987359795178838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=136917868526026228&amp;postID=7281987359795178838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/136917868526026228/posts/default/7281987359795178838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/136917868526026228/posts/default/7281987359795178838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-one-down.html' title='Another one down'/><author><name>Robert Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676889113802518231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbI7Zz2sJWk/SKOLcUPDMBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YrQjh8jthM4/s1600-R/m_0705ea57a4105cf9a4a89e29114cc6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-136917868526026228.post-9053511879801067745</id><published>2008-11-26T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T04:33:08.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moment You All Have Been Waiting For</title><content type='html'>New post. Things i do while not being able to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have been sleeping less and less. It sucks because I am a person who like to sleep. My former 8-10 hours is now down to 4-6 hours. It may be the lack of a job school, maybe its because i sleep on a couch. Maybe I am turning into Grampa (mine, not yours). The reason doesnt really matter. The problem is what do I do with those extra 4-6 hours of wakefullness?&lt;br /&gt;             One answer is blogging. I have been neglecting my blogging responsibilities for awhile. Thats my bad. I have now decided to dedicate some of my extra time to blogging&lt;br /&gt;             Movies. I love watching movies. But the problem is movies arent being cranked out fast enough to satisfy my hunger. I dont want to overwatch my favorites (Waynes World, Dazed and Confused, Braveheart, etc...) The good part is that I watch them for free thanks to a friend I call thepiratebay (also a good friend of boogoths). I have even watched movies that I know are going to be super lame. 2-3 movies a night is a lot of movies. 728-1092 movies a year. 1456-2184 hours of movies (based on your average 2 hour movie).  Time well spent.&lt;br /&gt;              Facebooking. If you need a good timewaster than facebook is your best friend. Endless possibilities of wall posting, photo commenting, poking, status updating, stalking. The fun is endless on facebook. I could spend hours reading peoples walls (if it didnt make my head hurt finding out how retarded poeple are, myself included). If each day i spent 5 minutes on each of my "friends" profiles that would consume something like 8.5 hours of my time. Thats rediculous.&lt;br /&gt;             Then there is always the blank stare into darkness with only my wacked out thoughts for comfort, hoping sleep will overtake me unexpectedly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/136917868526026228-9053511879801067745?l=oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/9053511879801067745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=136917868526026228&amp;postID=9053511879801067745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/136917868526026228/posts/default/9053511879801067745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/136917868526026228/posts/default/9053511879801067745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com/2008/11/moment-you-all-have-been-waiting-for.html' title='The Moment You All Have Been Waiting For'/><author><name>Robert Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676889113802518231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbI7Zz2sJWk/SKOLcUPDMBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YrQjh8jthM4/s1600-R/m_0705ea57a4105cf9a4a89e29114cc6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-136917868526026228.post-1797830372950045315</id><published>2008-09-01T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T23:06:19.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DO IT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EbI7Zz2sJWk/SLzXR9GVOII/AAAAAAAAAEU/_LOl8467nwA/s1600-h/YZOYOMYIBUGHIMY_20070828231448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241300769811282050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EbI7Zz2sJWk/SLzXR9GVOII/AAAAAAAAAEU/_LOl8467nwA/s320/YZOYOMYIBUGHIMY_20070828231448.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The future wife of Jeff Hardy. Seriously, his parents are trying to set him up with this chick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisa Crump&lt;br /&gt;# 13&lt;br /&gt;Defender - D&lt;br /&gt;Height:&lt;br /&gt;5-7 &lt;br /&gt;Junior &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OUTLOOK:   Lisa is a strong defender, and is very good in the air... Should see a good deal of action off the bench for the Wildcats on the back line... Has recorded four career points on four assists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/136917868526026228-1797830372950045315?l=oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/1797830372950045315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=136917868526026228&amp;postID=1797830372950045315&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/136917868526026228/posts/default/1797830372950045315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/136917868526026228/posts/default/1797830372950045315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-it.html' title='DO IT!!!'/><author><name>Robert Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676889113802518231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbI7Zz2sJWk/SKOLcUPDMBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YrQjh8jthM4/s1600-R/m_0705ea57a4105cf9a4a89e29114cc6c3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EbI7Zz2sJWk/SLzXR9GVOII/AAAAAAAAAEU/_LOl8467nwA/s72-c/YZOYOMYIBUGHIMY_20070828231448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-136917868526026228.post-8421013970056787374</id><published>2008-08-22T13:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T13:26:37.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The World is Back in Balance</title><content type='html'>Rising gas prices suck. Their's no way around it. But it's not all bad. Gas prices are putting things back to the way they should be. Soccer moms are no longer driving huge 1 ton pickups. They're back in their minivans, where they should be. No longer do we see wnna be cool guys drivin jacked up trucks. They are back in their gay ass suped up honda civics where they should be. The only people that should drive trucks are those that need them. Namely farmers, construction workers, and a few others. And I hate H2s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/136917868526026228-8421013970056787374?l=oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8421013970056787374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=136917868526026228&amp;postID=8421013970056787374&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/136917868526026228/posts/default/8421013970056787374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/136917868526026228/posts/default/8421013970056787374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com/2008/08/rising-gas-prices-suck.html' title='The World is Back in Balance'/><author><name>Robert Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676889113802518231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbI7Zz2sJWk/SKOLcUPDMBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YrQjh8jthM4/s1600-R/m_0705ea57a4105cf9a4a89e29114cc6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-136917868526026228.post-7789843542485373215</id><published>2008-08-20T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:20:24.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>99.9% of all rap songs suck huevos. Here are 5 that don't</title><content type='html'>As you may know I hate rap. I think it sucks. It's all a bunch of posers trying to convince everybody that they get action every day, right after they kill someone. Or it's about how much drugs they do and how hard there lives are. Give me a freak of nature break. Despite all of these things their are a few jams I can't resist. Here are 5 that don't Suck. These might not be my favorite rap songs, just 5 that don't make me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dre and Snoop. Aint nothin but a G thang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zEMmbtcxbpc&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cube. Today was a Good Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c4RY-eJgHHs&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy E. Boys n the Hood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywmMO8iilaE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ywmMO8iilaE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biz Markie. Just a Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iLp4kFp5_is&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iLp4kFp5_is&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blazin Hazen. Average Homeboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TXb6bjCCtuY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TXb6bjCCtuY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/136917868526026228-7789843542485373215?l=oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7789843542485373215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=136917868526026228&amp;postID=7789843542485373215&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/136917868526026228/posts/default/7789843542485373215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/136917868526026228/posts/default/7789843542485373215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com/2008/08/999-of-all-rap-songs-suck-huevos-here.html' title='99.9% of all rap songs suck huevos. Here are 5 that don&apos;t'/><author><name>Robert Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676889113802518231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbI7Zz2sJWk/SKOLcUPDMBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YrQjh8jthM4/s1600-R/m_0705ea57a4105cf9a4a89e29114cc6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-136917868526026228.post-8998106699551022768</id><published>2008-08-14T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T12:13:54.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to HELL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbI7Zz2sJWk/SKSDsuf4b-I/AAAAAAAAACY/kEwkMZ8PFAc/s1600-h/16jul30-you-make-us-all-sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234453471330594786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbI7Zz2sJWk/SKSDsuf4b-I/AAAAAAAAACY/kEwkMZ8PFAc/s320/16jul30-you-make-us-all-sick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how these signs always say Mormons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/136917868526026228-8998106699551022768?l=oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8998106699551022768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=136917868526026228&amp;postID=8998106699551022768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/136917868526026228/posts/default/8998106699551022768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/136917868526026228/posts/default/8998106699551022768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com/2008/08/going-to-hell.html' title='Going to HELL!!!'/><author><name>Robert Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676889113802518231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbI7Zz2sJWk/SKOLcUPDMBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YrQjh8jthM4/s1600-R/m_0705ea57a4105cf9a4a89e29114cc6c3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EbI7Zz2sJWk/SKSDsuf4b-I/AAAAAAAAACY/kEwkMZ8PFAc/s72-c/16jul30-you-make-us-all-sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-136917868526026228.post-8117043359992374948</id><published>2008-08-12T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:02:48.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I totally agree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbI7Zz2sJWk/SKIyOy5w8bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QK8el-WPilw/s1600-h/19aug9-douchebag-free-speech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233800946721550770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbI7Zz2sJWk/SKIyOy5w8bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QK8el-WPilw/s320/19aug9-douchebag-free-speech.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I may be one of those Douche bags&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/pictures/this-just-has-got-to-go-wrong-somewhere551585.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/136917868526026228-8117043359992374948?l=oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/8117043359992374948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=136917868526026228&amp;postID=8117043359992374948&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/136917868526026228/posts/default/8117043359992374948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/136917868526026228/posts/default/8117043359992374948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-totally-agree.html' title='I totally agree'/><author><name>Robert Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676889113802518231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbI7Zz2sJWk/SKOLcUPDMBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YrQjh8jthM4/s1600-R/m_0705ea57a4105cf9a4a89e29114cc6c3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EbI7Zz2sJWk/SKIyOy5w8bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QK8el-WPilw/s72-c/19aug9-douchebag-free-speech.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-136917868526026228.post-7992550191952471066</id><published>2008-08-12T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T17:18:00.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WORRIES</title><content type='html'>Growing up sucks. Back in the day I was care free. Nothing bothered me. School test? No problem. No date for prom? Who cares, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; need to go anyway. Seriously, worry free is the way to go. Those days are over. The mission ended, my life of worrying began. I now have "responsibilities". While my problems may see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;insiginificant&lt;/span&gt; to others, they are a drastic change from the carefree lifestyle that I am used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School. I haven't been to school in 4 years. I'll be a 23 year old freshman. That doesn't really bother me too much. What bothers me is that I'm a terrible student. I have horrible study habits. So I have to keep myself from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;flunking&lt;/span&gt; out so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont' become&lt;/span&gt; a failure at life. I have something like 5 or 6 years of school to crank out. Plus I have to figure out how to pay for school. Student loan? Great, I'll be paying that off for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls. This one stumps me. I never worried about girls before. I'm not saying that I haven't had a couple girlfriends, but I didn't work very hard to get them, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;or keep&lt;/span&gt; them for that matter. I have been on like 8 dates in my life. And that is including school dances. I suck at the dating life. Now I have to actively date and somehow one day get married. No offense, but I'd rather not be the next Mitch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Poth&lt;/span&gt;. Not married and ridiculed in singles ward. What am I going to do? I don't even know how to talk to girls. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work. My current job may be the first job I have found by myself. Before I always just kind of fell into jobs or have someone offer me a job. This whole go out and apply for jobs sucks. This one wasn't even that hard s&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ince&lt;/span&gt; I work for someone I already know. Now, when I move to Utah I have to do the whole process all over again. I hate looking for jobs. But it's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;necessity&lt;/span&gt; of life so I deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I only worry about this stuff for like 5 minutes a day. That's not 5 minutes a topic. That's 5 minutes total.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/136917868526026228-7992550191952471066?l=oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/7992550191952471066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=136917868526026228&amp;postID=7992550191952471066&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/136917868526026228/posts/default/7992550191952471066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/136917868526026228/posts/default/7992550191952471066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com/2008/08/worries.html' title='WORRIES'/><author><name>Robert Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676889113802518231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbI7Zz2sJWk/SKOLcUPDMBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YrQjh8jthM4/s1600-R/m_0705ea57a4105cf9a4a89e29114cc6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-136917868526026228.post-4704379615593167810</id><published>2008-08-07T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:38:07.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that piss me off</title><content type='html'>I have noticed lately that there are some things that down right piss me off. Most of these things have to do with the stupidity of other people. I wish people had more common sense, then I wouldn't be so irritated. So here's a list of things that have pissed me off lately. People who bring their small children to the late show of a movie. A couple weeks ago I was sitting in the theatre waing for the Dark Knight to start with my fellow blogger Mitch Poth. In walks a lady carrying a 2 year old. This is stupid on many levels plus poor parenting. This kid should not be up passed midnight in a theatre. If you can't find a baby sitter, stay home. It's called being responsible parenting. Plus this kid is not interested in batman, he's going to get tired and cranky and then start fussing. At which point I get irritated because some kid is crying while I am trying to watch a movie. It's called a matinee. Inconsiderate drivers. Idiots. They just don't get it. Example: Driving on the freeway there are two lanes. The regular lane and the fast lane. If you want to pass someone don't do it while going 1 mile an hour faster than the passe thereby taking an hour to do it. Do it quickly and get back over in the other lane so I can be on my way. It's called the hammer lane for a reason. Hammer down. Another example: Drivers that don't do the speed limit. If the speed limit is 60 with heavy traffic coming the other way making it impossible to pass, do not do 55. Next time it happens to me i may be forced to ram them. I've thought about it a few times. Or maybe force them off the road. I may have road rage. Here are a few more things that piss me off, how expensive food at arby's has become, a crappy blizzard i had at dairy queen, crappy sunday school teachers, self righteous holier than thou people, the packers didn't keep brett favre, cascade grocery no longer carries 64 oz. fountain drinks, and chapped lips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/136917868526026228-4704379615593167810?l=oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/4704379615593167810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=136917868526026228&amp;postID=4704379615593167810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/136917868526026228/posts/default/4704379615593167810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/136917868526026228/posts/default/4704379615593167810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com/2008/08/things-that-piss-me-off.html' title='Things that piss me off'/><author><name>Robert Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676889113802518231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbI7Zz2sJWk/SKOLcUPDMBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YrQjh8jthM4/s1600-R/m_0705ea57a4105cf9a4a89e29114cc6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-136917868526026228.post-871752099679668511</id><published>2008-07-20T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:28:32.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a blogger</title><content type='html'>Well, it happened. Mitch Poth convinced me to become a blogger. I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not. Upside, I have my own forum to write down all the crazy things that run through my head. Downside, I have my own forum to write down all the crazy things that run through my head. Maybe I dont't need to write down all the stuff I think. But it's going to happen. I garuntee it will be interesting. Really, it's just another thing to addict me to the internet, along with email, facebook, myspace, and youtube. Now I'll  be checking my blog everyday hoping somebody commented on something, and feeling alarmingly gratified when somebody does. Its like the highlight of my day when I have a notification on facebook. Does thiss make a loser?  Maybe a half loser. I think this blog will make me a full loser. But at least I'll be a loser that  has an opinion. Allbeit my opinions will probably be a little out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/136917868526026228-871752099679668511?l=oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com/feeds/871752099679668511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=136917868526026228&amp;postID=871752099679668511&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/136917868526026228/posts/default/871752099679668511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/136917868526026228/posts/default/871752099679668511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oldschoolhigh.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m a blogger'/><author><name>Robert Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17676889113802518231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EbI7Zz2sJWk/SKOLcUPDMBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/YrQjh8jthM4/s1600-R/m_0705ea57a4105cf9a4a89e29114cc6c3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
