<?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-9030091458002882044</id><updated>2011-09-06T08:41:41.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Rectifying them Underlying Currents in L.A"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-135462360195339533</id><published>2010-12-09T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T16:03:10.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold mornings and even colder nights</title><content type='html'>Man, It's been a while since I've sat up an blogged. I guess before I was running out of things to say but since things have changed and I've got time to spare to do this, let's do this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, things are changing, some for the better.. some for the worst. All in all I am thankful to be where I am and have a person in my life that supports me in whatever I want to do. Also some friends I've made along the way, extended family, etc. etc., their support and gratitude is never taken for granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so! My birthday is around the corner, December 20th, this year. Not feeling up or down about it. Birthdays are birthdays to me now so I expect whatever to happen, happen. But I plan on doing something special for Sammy's birthday on the 18th of this year also, can not wait for that. She's a "birthday goer" person, nothing wrong with that! But she is a little more thrilled than I am when it comes to these things. But I am excited for this month, Christmas is my favorite Holiday outside of Hanukkah Lol, don't ask but I don't want much, hell, I don't ask for anything. I'll just treat myself to a nice pair of headphones! When I can... and I want to get my aunt a pressure cooker. And my cousin that new DSi XL, he has the very first Gameboy advance and a busted DS so I think this would be a nice upgrade. Tis the season!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm stuck, I've been staring at this screen for too long picking my brain on what to type next. So I guess that means the ending, later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-135462360195339533?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/135462360195339533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=135462360195339533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/135462360195339533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/135462360195339533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2010/12/cold-mornings-and-even-colder-nights.html' title='Cold mornings and even colder nights'/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-7594900384020824019</id><published>2010-05-11T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T16:44:17.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>Today was a good day but I hate waking up early in the morning. I just dread it sometimes. Maybe it's me and my completely wreck less everyday schedule and trying to fit into my girlfriends ALSO wreck less schedule which makes my entire schedule wreck less but I don't know? I wish there was more time to be in school, have a relationship, a job and also enjoy the day. Neigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I just found out that I have an rare phobia, I'm scared to swallow pills. I think it's spelled out like PHAGOPHOBIA or something like that but I got that. Afraid of pills, what a wussy. I am also worried my sperm is going to be very low when I decided to have kids, yeah I know.. it's all in my head but certain changes in the atmosphere can cause a low sperm count. I'm going to freeze some and store it away just in case though. I should stop further discussing the matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Summer is going to be hell but I've got to do this. I already set aside some funds for it so I can't back out now, damn I've got to call me uncle too. And finals are in the beginning of June, duck man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was my quick update, peacer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-7594900384020824019?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/7594900384020824019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=7594900384020824019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/7594900384020824019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/7594900384020824019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2010/05/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-873417517811189120</id><published>2010-04-13T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T23:31:40.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes indeedy wrote graffiti on the bus</title><content type='html'>School is tiring, I complain about it so much that people know when I'm about to bitch about it. That's why I can't wait for the weekends, at least I'm not stuck in some boring lecture about how the environments yaddy ya da this and yaddy ya da's that. Also, I'm sucking up gas everyday that it's cutting my expenses for play/leisure/etc. etc. Not cool, so I'm going back to the metropolitan transit bus, park up at an trans station and stroll to school on wheels. School is like 4 or something miles from the nearest T station I think. I don't know why I stopped doing it that way, I guess I got lazy. MTS here I come! Maybe get a monthly card too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take a listen to some Freddie Joachim. He's a local DJ in SAN DIE GO worked with The Upstarts, The Sound Providers, Surreal, Othello.. It's just so nice.. too nice to be kept to myself that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="400" height="100" &gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/track=182438320/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=c2130a/vis=equaliser3d/" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/track=182438320/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=c2130a/vis=equaliser3d/" width="400" height="100" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality=high allowScriptAccess=never allowNetworking=always wmode=transparent bgcolor=#FFFFFF &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;noembed&gt;&lt;a href="http://freddiejoachim.bandcamp.com/track/my-breakdown-lady"&gt;My Breakdown Lady by Freddie Joachim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noembed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-873417517811189120?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/873417517811189120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=873417517811189120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/873417517811189120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/873417517811189120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2010/04/yes-indeedy-wrote-graffiti-on-bus.html' title='Yes indeedy wrote graffiti on the bus'/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-9162975386865189440</id><published>2010-04-12T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T06:35:09.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She rubs my tummy when i'm aching.</title><content type='html'>I'm real sleepy but I'm squeezing out this blog real quick before I forget. I got a doctors appointment today, hope that shit goes well. Have an on and off again pain on my side (long story short) just going to check it out. What else? I'm going to keep these short and sweet with nice tunes I likeylots til I have time to like post up the "long blogs". I'm working on a website with some friends, shit just takes forever to fix up. I hope to have it finished before my busy summer. Welp, listen to this nice track from Aviator, till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="400" height="100" &gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/track=3214204144/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=f50f15/vis=strata/" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/track=3214204144/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=f50f15/vis=strata/" width="400" height="100" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality=high allowScriptAccess=never allowNetworking=always wmode=transparent bgcolor=#FFFFFF &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;noembed&gt;&lt;a href="http://aviator.bandcamp.com/track/fist-pumpa"&gt;Fist Pumpa by Aviator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noembed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-9162975386865189440?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/9162975386865189440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=9162975386865189440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/9162975386865189440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/9162975386865189440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2010/04/she-rubs-my-tummy-when-im-aching.html' title='She rubs my tummy when i&apos;m aching.'/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-1011661519157129027</id><published>2010-04-11T12:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T13:42:38.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today nobody cares but tommorrow they will..</title><content type='html'>Haven't had many things to write a blog about. I've been real busy with school and working every weekend and frankly, sometimes I am too lazy to even post an update or something. But I'm doing good and trying to finish out this tiring semester. I hope to update my flickr of all my work done this entire semester as well.. I've had some good inspiration and used it to it's full advantage but until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh and I like this nice mix.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" width="400" height="100"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="10583"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="2645"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/track=4212904810/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=f92015/vis=plasma/"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/track=4212904810/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=f92015/vis=plasma/"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value="FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer.swf/track=4212904810/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=f92015/vis=plasma/" width="400" height="100" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="always" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;noembed&gt;&lt;a href="http://teknalog.bandcamp.com/track/sweet-love-house-mix-free-download"&gt;Sweet love (house mix) free download by TekNaloG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noembed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-1011661519157129027?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/1011661519157129027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=1011661519157129027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/1011661519157129027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/1011661519157129027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2010/04/havent-had-many-things-to-write-blog.html' title='Today nobody cares but tommorrow they will..'/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-5377926263700590515</id><published>2010-02-18T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T17:43:49.121-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am my brother's keeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a kid he loved the stars. He loved the open distance between him and anything far away from where he was. First sunset he'd run upstairs to his $5.00 telescope his mom had bought him to curb his curiosity. With his head stuck in the sky.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As a kid people saw him as a misfit and by the way he was you could tell he liked it that way. Stuck inside while everything is out? No way, he had to be in the middle of it all. Everything is up for grabs, if you take it it's yours he would say, didn't matter the consequences.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can say we're alike, not alike. It wasn't sided or mixed up, it just was. He was a little cooler than I though. I was always dreaming and he was making it happen. I stayed in the books, he stayed in the streets. I wanted one girl, he wanted them all. Although we were not alike, in some way we always knew each other. You know that uneasy feeling you get when you're about to get in trouble? Or the feeling you get when you're about to get on this tall ass rollercoaster? Well imagine getting these feelings everyday at about 1,000 times greater + feelings and emotions. That's how intense it was. I knew when he was in trouble and I knew when he felt down . It was just an instinct. I can't begin to explain it at all, it is what it is. I still get these feelings because of where we both are in our lives right now and I guess that's the reason for this post. I've got this uneasy feeling and I can't shake it for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to get too personal on a internet "blog" but my brothers path in life hasn't been it's greatest. I love dude, with everything I am but I can't say his decisions has been the best for him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the first time we threw hands at each other. It was over my Joe DiMaggio baseball card, now any Yanks fans knows the name very well. Yes, I was a baseball nut growing up. Just about the only thing me and my father could enjoy together. My father was the biggest Yankee fan ever and I fell in line right behind him (just to give you an ounce of how important that card was to me) So my brother was being a dick and hid my cards all around the house. I had tons of them but I was searching for the most important card I had, along with Mick and Phil Rizzuto (other legends) and that was Joe. He had it in his pocket out the plastic sleve and I was going nuts. Then one thing lead to another and it gets torn in half. So I drove right into his mid section and there we were fighting in the middle of the dining room, my poor older sister trying her best to split us apart lol I remember hating this guy so much man. With that silly ass grin he had on his face when the card ripped. But the next day he bought me a Johnny Mize card, so I didn't hate him forever. I mean, it wasn't Joe, but just him feeling bad enough to try to make up for the card torn.. has never phased out of my mind all these years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all I have to say, for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-5377926263700590515?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/5377926263700590515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=5377926263700590515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/5377926263700590515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/5377926263700590515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-am-my-brothers-keeper.html' title='I am my brother&apos;s keeper'/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-7941048545047938029</id><published>2010-02-05T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T04:29:37.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Again</title><content type='html'>It is approximately 3:31AM right now and of course, you've guessed it, I can't drift off to sleep for nothing. I took a power nap this evening, around 6 or something like that, that is why I am still up. Once again left to face the late night/early morning alone with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday wasn't so bad. I got up around 6:45AM or so? Took a shower, blah blah blah, got some breakfast at Cafe La Kitchen (my kitchen) and had a big ass bowl of smackems and orange juice. Grabbed a gallon of water and headed to school. I had 2 classes today so it was pretty short. DSP103 (Design for Print II) from 8AM-10AM, a break and ENV201(Environmental Sci) from 12PM-2PM. These are Tuesday and Thurs classes only and I pretty much like the whole set up there too except this boring ENV201 class. Yes, it's pretty boring. I snooze often, not too often though! Don't want you guys thinking I'm a slacker or something. But seriously, why am I taking this class??? The teacher in this class has this crazy lisp-speech impediment thing going on too. Maybe it's my dirty mind? But when he says Best, it sounds like Breast, like for example! "Do your Breast"........... I'm like whose breast?!? I admit, it was kind of funny a week ago but now it's all sorts of confusing. Man I wish my seat was closer to the front, ohh yeah! We have high schooled assigned seats, so this A hole can remember our names. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else is going on with me? Honestly, nothing major as always. I like to keep my life as simple as possible now a days. Complexity just isn't my thing anymore. I feel like a ton has been lifted off my soul though. No one had caused it but myself so I guess it took myself to get it off. I mean, I'm human and I fuck up most of the time but I learn from my mistakes and in time move on. I don't hate Elizabeth, I never will (for those who've expected me to/or myself for that matter) and I guess that's because I understand her method a little bit now. I now know her intentions was the truest at times. Although she has a pretty weird way of making them clear enough for me to understand, you'd have to be involved with her for a long time to understand how her mind works. I'm not sure if I even get her completely still but for the most part, I understand. You're not Sammy, you are you and that's all that mattered really. I was a bum for saying that that the way I did, a very foul move on my part and I'm sorry BUT I wasn't looking for a woman to baby me and make me feel good like you've mentioned. I wanted someone who would inspired me to be me and be fine with me, no matter what. I thought you were that person, and I hate to say this shit or even hear you say it, but it goes back to that movie 500 DOS, you were my Summer, now she is my Autumn? =.... I guess you were right, you were just another chapter in my book. You sort of led me back to the one person I've regretted losing from the beginning though and I am happy now, she makes me very happy. I hope that makes you happy for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where our future falls but where ever it is I hope it ends with her. And THAT is me not caring anymore, my life, my decisions and that is what I want. She is what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this made some kind of sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 4AM now and I have work in 5 hours. Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-7941048545047938029?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/7941048545047938029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=7941048545047938029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/7941048545047938029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/7941048545047938029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2010/02/another-again.html' title='Another Again'/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-8220218117006338668</id><published>2010-01-13T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T09:40:59.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Don't make me any promises.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Never.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still having these sleepless nights, heavy. Even when I think I just might fall asleep, it just doesn't happen. I believe my mind is immensely occupied with multiple things now, school, work and other current endeavours. So maybe I should start utilizing this blog more to free up some of the space in my mind? I just hope when school begins again that the sleep lost will ease off a bit. I don't want to fall so out of it that I can't keep up with my life, work or school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the most part, I'm feeling a little lighter and upbeat than normal. I feel I've reached that point in my life where I can regret nothing and just start looking forward to something, anything or any one for that matter. I don't know what God has planned for me but whatever it is I'm going to savour it, take it in slow and keep it. I can't help what goes on next and that (sort of) scares me because I want to take everything in so quickly but I know I should slow it down a bit. I'm older now and I have the time and patience to do whatever deems necessary now, well I mean.. I've always had a certain degree of patience. But this is so important to me now. I will not do anything careless to hurt or misplace anything I am trying to gain back right now. I can't even make mistakes inadvertently now. That's how serious this is for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think it's crazy, how life plays out. I never once considered my world to be flipped on it's axis. I guess to sum my feelings up now, I just want something that is genuine. I mean, I don't know what forever is, but if forever is happiness, I'll take the necessary steps in preserving that for the later date. But whatever I do from now on, no bullshit and no games. I'm real good without that immature shit in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I was going to add on to this but I think this will do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-8220218117006338668?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/8220218117006338668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=8220218117006338668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/8220218117006338668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/8220218117006338668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-make-me-any-promises.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t make me any promises..&quot;'/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-536463533136870277</id><published>2010-01-02T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T13:55:37.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>......</title><content type='html'>It is crazy how we cope with the death of loved ones. On the day it happens it is tragic, it consumes your thoughts with painful memories that will never be again and then something weird happens, we move on. Some of us forget, while others hold on pushing everything else away. I don't think I did neither actually. Maybe at first I was in pain but that's normal right? Man, my mother raised one hell of a son. A guy with a heart as big as he could hold it and so stubborn that he could never let go or give up. I guess I'm the few who understands that they're truely never gone. They are physically but somehow I feel her more than ever around me. It could be a sunny summer day, the rain at my window, the smell of something sweet or my aunts laughter that reminds me of her. I like to think that all of these things are her little reminders to me that she is here with me and that she is always going to be here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I don't want to make a new years resolution. But I do hope for slight adjustments, personal ones. I want to be closer to God. I know that seems a bit vague to some but when it comes to faith, there's pretty much no explaination needed. And also I want to understand the next person. I want to get to know a person for a person not for how they present themselves to the world, I want to understand them without them even saying a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I enjoyed this past holiday and I am very thankful to have had the people I did have during the rough nights and bitter days. Family can drive you crazy but they are a blessing to have. That goes for some friends too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll leave the vacation experience for another blog post. Just thought I kill sometime since there's an hour to go til boarding. School starts on the 19th for me as well so I should get back to the habit of things back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-536463533136870277?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/536463533136870277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=536463533136870277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/536463533136870277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/536463533136870277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-resolutions-this-year.html' title='......'/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-3466736899333086815</id><published>2009-12-30T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T05:45:56.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What comes around goes back around</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep and I haven't had a decent meal in a few days, don't worry, I'm not blaming you for my sleep deprivation and lost of appetite. That would only be giving you credit for bringing out the worse in me and according to you, you brought the best out of me huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I never knew how the other heart felt after it has been broken. But I always figured I would when I got a little older. Not really what I had in mind for now but I guess that's life's way of telling you to grow up? See, I know I've done some outrageous things in my past, stuff I could never take back or just ease over. And I guess that's where the title of this blog comes into play, "What goes around comes back around". Man, If I am not feeling it 10 fold right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought if I wrote a blog bashing you it would make me feel better right? But honestly, it's kind of painful to do to a person you've loved. See, I can't bring myself to sit here and type up some stuff to make you feel like a horrible person. And It really pisses me off too because you can just hurt me effortlessly. We are really different huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just know that at the end of the day. When you go to sleep, when you rest and close your eyes after that long hard day. You have to face yourself. Alone. Only you and (insert whatever deity you believe in) knows you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, don't take this blog the wrong way. I don't want to offend you, I just wanted my own outlet. And this was it. Like I told you before I am human and I bleed, breathe, hurt just like any other person. I need the healing process too. I mess up a lot but I'll be damned if I don't ever own up to the stuff I've done. You told me to never apologize If I didn't mean it. I understand that too well right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after this blog post I will lose the bummed out feelings and just live. Blog about stuff in my life or whatever comes to mind at that time. I will sleep better and eat better. Try to salvage old friendships and be a better friend to the ones that have stuck around. Go out more, enjoy recreations with myself more. &lt;strong&gt;But&lt;/strong&gt; please don't be mistaken, some of us can't just pick up and move on as quickly as others with other people involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, I will continue to be happy with myself and who I am. And find my own sunspot in the ocean. I don't know if I'll ever come back to you or you to me, I will kind of leave that in Gods hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not regret anymore though, not a thing or a single day with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-3466736899333086815?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/3466736899333086815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=3466736899333086815' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3466736899333086815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3466736899333086815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-comes-around-goes-back-around.html' title='What comes around goes back around'/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-1914342811527661786</id><published>2009-11-28T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:04:51.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sunspot on the water, where the sky and oceans meet."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I give thanks to you and you and even you:&lt;/strong&gt; Thanksgiving was really cool, I was feeling the whole family get together cheer. About a hundred people shacked up in a kitchen, felt like old times, the times when I was younger and without responsibility. Now life is spirally down to this bottomless pit of real world responsibility and heart break. Maybe not so much heart break? &lt;strong&gt;Side note:&lt;/strong&gt; (A friend told me I was too young to sheer in the great bliss of heart break. Great bliss? Feels like knives cutting away at your soul 10 x fold man.) But I enjoyed listening to old stories of missing cows and goats, and the struggles made for the fine linen table we were so bless to eat on. Or a few of my nosey ass relatives... I think for the most part of all the family joy I missed my mother, her and I was real big on the holidays It was a favorite time of the year. Heh didn't even have to ask what to make on my plate, that's for sure. But if felt as if she was there... and that's what counts. So yeah? What's the deal with all the Mob movie marathons though? I'd leave, come back, Godfather, leave, come back, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Goodfellas&lt;/span&gt;, leave again, come back, Casino? Who the hell said "Sicilian" mob flicks were great party favors to watch during thanksgiving? Whatever happened to good old Charlie Brown holiday films?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well man, life is going and I'm not mad at all. I mean, I use to be very mad and I might even still be just a little upset but It wasn't like before. Hey, it's been only a few days, I can't change overnight. I'm just taking these small blows to the chest and standing tall after each one of them. That's all I can do, you know? Let school occupy my free time to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hangtime&lt;/span&gt;. Kill some time with a few friends, board my troubles on someones &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;concrete&lt;/span&gt; or just work til I can't think about anything or anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To whom it concerns:&lt;/strong&gt; So.... I guess, we tried you know? I don't blame you for the decision. If It was me, I'd do the same. Actually, I have done the same. I'd sacrificed others feelings and friendships for love so I can not be mad at all man. I just hope you never question your judgement again, can't loose the ones we love over petty unnecessary white lies. But I do appreciate the time you were there, your of-nothings conversations about you and you're life &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;distracted&lt;/span&gt; me from my lifes woes and I liked that, I liked it a lot. Maybe in another life? We could be friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til another blog post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-1914342811527661786?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/1914342811527661786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=1914342811527661786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/1914342811527661786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/1914342811527661786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2009/11/sunspot-on-water-where-sky-and-oceans.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-3852216254961124692</id><published>2009-10-22T07:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T08:42:51.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Octobers Leafs &amp;amp; Novembers Turkeys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to start off with the "Oh man! How long it's been since I made a post?!" but I'm sure that is the obvious, I always start off with that when I am making such an awaited post. Not that anyone is waiting but I'll just skip that part and update this thing. Oh! I changed my blogger name here, It is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tasteful&lt;/span&gt; and doesn't give off that, "Who's this asshole?" appeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School really isn't taking up too much of my time, I do what is needed of me and part ways. It is really less stressful and more appeasing this term. I am experimenting more and doing a restart with my sketch book. The goal is to fill it with as many sketches as possible so that after I can start building my portfolio and work my way from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an second interview next month for a job near my school, and that is pretty much it there too. Can't wait, or can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been doing the American ritual night time show-watching-thing lately. I like watching Glee :-) I really do. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt; those long awaited Wednesday nights. I like watching Dexter on Sundays too but unfortunately I chose HBO and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Starz&lt;/span&gt; over Showtime so I have to catch those episodes online Monday mornings. Thanks &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;internetz&lt;/span&gt;! I still keep up with the Office and the Rob &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dyrdek's&lt;/span&gt; Fantasy Factory. I'm trying to ease up from watching too much TV like someone says I do too much of... and that pretty much sums all that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I want to go see what the hype is all about with this Paranormal Activity film and The Fourth Kind? I've been seeing these alien abduction commercials that sort of creep me out &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; seriously, I'm not into aliens but a good science-horror flick is hard to find these days. Everything is being redone or stolen from the Japanese. I'm not even going to touch on what they're doing with Nightmare on Elm Street man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is the update here, hopefully I'll get that job and have a REAL reason to not posting often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and do me a favor &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/carmweezington/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/carmweezington/&lt;/a&gt; pass that around will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-3852216254961124692?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/3852216254961124692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=3852216254961124692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3852216254961124692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3852216254961124692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2009/10/octobers-leafs-novembers-turkeys-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-8875725287345773847</id><published>2009-08-11T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:04:37.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>spaghettio's and cheerio's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I am trying to stay true to my blog but that is not panning out too well. Just too many things to do in one day and it's hard to blog on these touch devices especially when your fingers are too big. So I'll try to keep it short and simple, hopefully I won't spell anything wrong. No spaces or bullets just words and whoever reads these things still, cool.. if not, that's cool too. So I got a freaking sweet new remote for my Wii with motion sensors at the bottom. Cool for the new WiiSports game play, so that completes my remote four player gain up. That's cool. Sometimes on idle time I toy with that or tweak my bikes chains and gears. The gears in your bike are very importante! I always mess with my 98' S10 pick up too, that's real solid, adjustable shocks for the lower bed and some nice 18's nothing fancy at all man lol just a nice setup. My summer? I had some fun here and there.. but most importantly I was so laxed. I feel a lot more energized too because I'm knocking out 10 to 15 REPS of combined muscle strength exercises each morning. I need that boost. I use to hate waking up in the morning but now it feels great. Let's see, what else... me and Lizzy watched the Teen Awards lastnight.............................................................................................................yeah. It was alright, she likes that kind of stuff. The celebs and fashions stuff, but hey! Why not? Alright so this might be the boring part of my blog for some but I am a RES Evil fan to the core and I can not stress the wait I have for RE: Darkside Chronicles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object id="VideoPlayerLg40588" height="418" width="480" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="12700"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="11060"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://g4tv.com/lv3/40588"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://g4tv.com/lv3/40588"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://g4tv.com/lv3/40588" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" name="VideoPlayer" width="480" height="418" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hopefully that copy&amp;amp;paste video worked. So in a wrap up, I want to go see that 500 Days of Summer movie and maybe the G I Joe too, maybe! Might tune into gLeek this fall and of course America's Best Dance Crew. I like Making His Band and Office, man Office is freaking hilarious! So I can't wait for that Fall line up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-8875725287345773847?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/8875725287345773847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=8875725287345773847' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/8875725287345773847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/8875725287345773847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2009/08/spaghettios-and-cheerios-man-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-4394227312068445174</id><published>2009-06-17T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T13:30:24.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;".. be careful you fool, there are certain rules even for a fellow like you"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, just a blog update to update this thing. It takes me a few days but I'll come to it eventually. So here it is... basically there is the every day thing of waking up and brushing my teeth. Same routine, different shirt. Working and I dig the fish, fish are cool. But not to eat. Don't eat the fish, it feels like manslaughter, I promise you'll feel bad afterwards. Watch Liz comment and say fish are "delightful and in her tummy" lol she's a seafood woman, not I though. I'll just stick to the steaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So?! I didn't really understand the human condition of LOVE and this week I have heard some of the craziest stories that have convinced me or challenged my beliefs. I have a friend who is scared to love, so weak to love. Another friend that refuses to be in love, says love is in multiples and not just meant for one person. And I am with a person who is love and it shows in deafening measures man, even if it's sometimes for my own good lol It's so crazy but realistic enough, to be what it is. If I am making any sense at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the human condition? Well in my own words it has to be our imaginations, our capabilities. When we ask ourselves what is the purpose of life, where do we go, why is the word fuck a bad word, why is why? Who made why? Who made love? Why do people defined love and what's a hater? Lol, but I mean, that is it! Us even coming up with questions is the answer to the human condition. If you can ask yourself what is your purpose that is your answer... I guess? Maybe I am wrong, maybe I am right? Whose to say I can't be right and wrong? But my point is that, we can't judge others by how they love are who they choose to love. It is in their make up, human condition, to love and be inspired and have the most awesome human life experience as possible! Basically, you can't say never if you haven't ever lived a day in their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes with any other human condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's my blog, till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-4394227312068445174?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/4394227312068445174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=4394227312068445174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/4394227312068445174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/4394227312068445174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-5000288585322738017</id><published>2009-05-22T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T12:22:18.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Loneliest Monk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cool blog headline)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always have to have a cool blog headline! Even if it doesn't necessarily have anything to do with what you're blogging about lol mines sometimes never do but hey! That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, I have nothing too major enough to update about but I guess there are a few things I could spill real quick. For the most part I am going to be a part time worker again. Yes, it is finally done. I am an employee of SixFlags for the mere dollars of 8.40 per hr! Greaaaat huh? If you can't sense the sarcasm now I am not a worker for the "man" type of guy. I'd like to be my own boss someday with my office at the beach shore but sadly, I haven't reached that dream yet. So! My Summer break for the most part will be me working part time and I guess that is cool for now. I'm not ungrateful in these times either cause man.. it is hard to find work out there, especially over here. Well, I don't know you guys local neighborhood job rates but here it is pretty damn bad. You got executive laid off people applying for the Wal-marts, Targets, Franks and other low income paying jobs. Ahh, just taking all of the kids summer jobs man lol it's pretty intense but hey, Obama 08 right? (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! I'll try not to forget I have a blog here and keep it up to post frequently. So, that's pretty much it for my update. Hope you, whoever you are, enjoyed it. So I leave you with the elusive sounds of Flying Lotus: Message Situation.. if you tune into Adult Swim every night, you should know this already. Picapeace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6oUx6wGCekM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6oUx6wGCekM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-5000288585322738017?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/5000288585322738017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=5000288585322738017' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/5000288585322738017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/5000288585322738017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2009/05/loneliest-monk-cool-blog-headline-you.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-3753454479790133296</id><published>2009-04-02T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:29:46.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We are arrogant, aren't we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320167716933331074" style="WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SdUIWeFP6II/AAAAAAAAAu8/W9SWpRakE2k/s400/Norman-Rockwell---Triple-Self-Portrait-Poster-Card-C10230690-750732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people are afraid to get old man... developing new ways to prevent aging and greys. Wrinkle creams, moisturizers, Just for Men greys away.. color dyes and clubbing in their later 30's. Insane. Not that looking younger is bad thing but when your grandmother knows the lyrics to Womanizer, &lt;strong&gt;Houston we have a problem&lt;/strong&gt;. My mother embraced her age though, she loved getting older and being out of the loop sometimes lol she told me growing old was growing wiser, knowing more and exploring more about yourself as a individual. She said people just didn't realize what a privilege it was to grow older... heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how it is growing old with another person? You know! Like the person who you feel ten times comfortable with than your regular Sunday nights in front of ESPN with a bowl of cookie crisp. Someone who doesn't judge you or humiliate you beyond repair... I wonder how that is? I mean, my grandparents been together since the Flood of man kind and I still wonder... they don't always look happy with each other. My parents didn't either. My mothers mom and pop was though but I can't even remember when my pop pop was alive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we be ashamed of getting old? I don't know but I do know that I wouldn't mind it when it comes (old age). Especially if I was growing older with another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just typing lol I needed a break. I was doing a paper on 1700-1900 century art movements and old historic artist like Georges Seurat, Claude Monet... we had to choose an artist we would replicate ourselves as and of course I had to choose my favorite painter, illustrator.. Norman Rockwell (the image above). I don't think my artistic abilities can match his but I know a little more about him and his paintings so nothing major. I was thinking of doing Andy Warhol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, break time is up. I guess I shouldn't prolong finishing this.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and I'm keeping this blog. Can't knock the older things.. you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-3753454479790133296?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/3753454479790133296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=3753454479790133296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3753454479790133296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3753454479790133296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-are-arrogant-sons-of-bitches.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SdUIWeFP6II/AAAAAAAAAu8/W9SWpRakE2k/s72-c/Norman-Rockwell---Triple-Self-Portrait-Poster-Card-C10230690-750732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-5559988966858962017</id><published>2009-03-23T19:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T19:09:21.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qb6IuPSyKU8/ScgcFfAkhJI/AAAAAAAABWA/H5HmjR5LfDg/s1600-h/stephani-johnson-21a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qb6IuPSyKU8/ScgcFfAkhJI/AAAAAAAABWA/H5HmjR5LfDg/s400/stephani-johnson-21a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316530240659686546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both know my hatred for this film. However, you did &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorta&lt;/span&gt; liked this movie and will probably not ever admit it to anybody. It's okay that you went to see it on opening day with the boys. And it's even okay that you have an "Edward" jacket. It's okay, it's our little secret babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wellllllll.....&lt;br /&gt;there's a little itty bitty contest thing on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SocialVibe&lt;/span&gt; to win the DVD of this movie and some movie posters. Guess what? I entered it. LOL! Sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only entered it because I know you would want it. You would probably watch it over and over if you had it. You see, I could just go buy the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; for you but it wouldn't be the same. This just seems so much more amusing right now. Idk, maybe I'm just feeling weird because I haven't eaten anything all afternoon. I don't know. Either way, I entered the contest. LMAO! I'll be in competition with all the Twilighters on SocialVibe. Oh lord have mercy! Such competition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now watch, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knowing my darn luck&lt;/span&gt; .. I'll win the darn DVD too! If I do win, I just might suck it up, sit there &amp;amp; watch it with you. I know how much you'd like to torture me into seeing it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I love you. I'll talk to you soon pandabutt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;xoxoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&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/9030091458002882044-5559988966858962017?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/5559988966858962017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=5559988966858962017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/5559988966858962017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/5559988966858962017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2009/03/babe-we-both-know-my-hatred-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qb6IuPSyKU8/SsASdWOSknI/AAAAAAAABeM/HaPuBoTXt6k/S220/IMG_8189x.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qb6IuPSyKU8/ScgcFfAkhJI/AAAAAAAABWA/H5HmjR5LfDg/s72-c/stephani-johnson-21a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-1819228785209671168</id><published>2009-03-13T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:11:54.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Unusual sleeping patterns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/Sbrh4aq47JI/AAAAAAAAAus/VJahEHbr_kw/s1600-h/2629847447_5b589d73e5_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312807069785058450" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/Sbrh4aq47JI/AAAAAAAAAus/VJahEHbr_kw/s400/2629847447_5b589d73e5_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I can't fall asleep and I have no clue why I can't but my sleeping schedule is weird, I could be up at 4AM all day and still have trouble sleeping late night. But women, see women sleep like babies! Like knocked out breathing hard babies! Liz comes home, lays down and knocks out! I mean, damn?? That is just amazing. Maybe it's just me but my aunt does the same thing too. So, women sleep good. (thumbs up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty shitty day.. that isn't really important enough to rant about &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;! When someone purposely goes out their way to make your day shitty, smile at them. And kill them with kindness. Good stuff, good stuff. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thanx&lt;/span&gt; babe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, again! Infectious.com Infectious.com&lt;/strong&gt; Not a plug, but that contest... I think it is rigged &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; I think any online graphics contest is somehow rigged. Maybe it is all in my imagination but people are digging some stuff on there that isn't all that great. Some stuff doesn't even pertain to the contest rules at all.. I mean, art is art. But some of the images on there is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wack&lt;/span&gt; and I hate to be a sore thumb about it but it's the undeniable truth!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WATCH MEN??????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I was lost half into that movie, but folks! That movie is XXX rated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;! It is not your typical super hero flick! Don't take the kiddies. I had two knuckle heads with me laughing and smiling through the whole film... man, I hope I don't get slammed for that in the morning. I know I am because kids have big mouths man. Tell on you in a heart beat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, recap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;women hibernate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bad day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;infected infectious.com&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watchmen = blue dude is kind of creepy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's it, hopefully I'll sleep... after watching this 3-point shoot out on ESPN2 and kudos to the people who can sleep now, lucky bastids!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;later&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-1819228785209671168?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/1819228785209671168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=1819228785209671168' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/1819228785209671168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/1819228785209671168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2009/03/unusual-sleeping-patterns.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/Sbrh4aq47JI/AAAAAAAAAus/VJahEHbr_kw/s72-c/2629847447_5b589d73e5_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-6800402923108751571</id><published>2009-02-21T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:35:51.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If you live your life by other peoples standards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...your life is no longer your own.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that there is just another mans opinion BUT on to this, I was going to wait till I came back from the doctors to post something but I might as well utilize the time at my friends expense. If anyone knows, I have asthma, yes my one medical problem. I'm going to get it checked out today also the pain in my groin area here (points to it) hurts after running laps, I need a good physical again seeing as the last Doc failed to give me a complete physical for practice. That is a problem, when your primary Doc fails you, major problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new?: I'm really into this BECK: Mongolian Chop Squad anime series PLUS the bonus features on the DVD, got to love bonus features. Been drawing, that's no news. Intern is what it is, I'll save that complaint for when it actually means something. Still going to that Apple fair-thing-whatever it's called at Polytech, kind of excited. Behind in one class but Monday I hope to turn that all around. My school is rebuilding their bathrooms so now the water is down in the building for a whole week, sucks for whoever cares? The women are causing riots, didn't know women actually liked using public restrooms? Now they have to go to the building across the street to use the Unisex restroom. Ha! Wal-Mart is sucking life and existence but their bakery made pizza's are &lt;strong&gt;GOOD&lt;/strong&gt;, I'm a pepperoni lover, man. Made a new background for this blog, it's a little more personalized now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone on some Exile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="302" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3293951&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3293951&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="302"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Exile and DJ Day session, so clean and cool that clap is. Can't wait until that tour, my date: March 28th San Bernardino, CA, Paid Dues Festival, Exile always has the best performances live.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's that, you people have a good one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3293951"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-6800402923108751571?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/6800402923108751571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=6800402923108751571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/6800402923108751571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/6800402923108751571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-havent-heard-obama-speak.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-905982074633522609</id><published>2009-02-14T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T09:53:07.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5vQ6cGpiong&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5vQ6cGpiong&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sometimes I feel like Charlie Brown on these days &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-905982074633522609?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/905982074633522609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=905982074633522609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/905982074633522609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/905982074633522609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-i-feel-like-charlie-brown-on.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-2183965616292493573</id><published>2009-02-13T07:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T07:58:50.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sunshine through the palm trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;looks like heaven on Earth...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks kind of majestic fantasy-like outside right now, you can smell the Pacific real good now too. I can't wait for Spring! Days like this inspire you to plant trees or something. Do something for your planet kind of feelings. Not that you should be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Planeteer&lt;/span&gt; or anything. Just recycle and pick up that news paper that has been sitting in your driveway since Monday. I just might ride my bike to school this morning. No, I will ride it today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BluCHZY&lt;/span&gt; needs some air and weight on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: Like any other day right? It will feel like it. I was going out of the way of myself and trying to do some things before I left for school this morning.. which FAILED but I &lt;strong&gt;will not&lt;/strong&gt; give up just yet. I know she'll be thrilled at a box of pennies with her name on it but dang, I have 24 hours to complete this. If I can do it, I can do it.. if not, then it is still okay (I hope)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spruced up this colorful poster yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SZWQ8sHFQNI/AAAAAAAAAtk/ni7aEv9jJZc/s1600-h/Premie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302303508606042322" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SZWQ8sHFQNI/AAAAAAAAAtk/ni7aEv9jJZc/s400/Premie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Looks a bit tacky but I like tacky. Tacky is really good. I'm always so careful at what I draw or create but I wanted to stray from the normal letters, colors, and objects. Try something new. I'm not so much as done with this so I decided to take it off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Flickr&lt;/span&gt; and do something &lt;strong&gt;GREAT&lt;/strong&gt; with it today, re-arrange a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think my copy of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;RLes&lt;/span&gt; album is at the post office (thanks to the fan girl Liz) I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; that yellow ticket on my door this morning for a UPS package at the post office. I think it came yesterday night?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A proud owner of a bow tie, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;IDK&lt;/span&gt; it isn't mine but I took it anyways&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nervous about Monday...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New vinyl &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Nomak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;RECALM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; record, it is the mixes to the &lt;strong&gt;Calm&lt;/strong&gt; album- It's good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;MTB&lt;/span&gt;4/5?? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ehhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;FRIDAY 13&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Movie: I'm going to see it right after school right on twilight time tickets are $6.00 bucks!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it, enjoy your weekend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-2183965616292493573?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/2183965616292493573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=2183965616292493573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/2183965616292493573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/2183965616292493573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2009/02/do-something-for-someone-day-tomorrow-i.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SZWQ8sHFQNI/AAAAAAAAAtk/ni7aEv9jJZc/s72-c/Premie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-4214810942604141171</id><published>2009-01-23T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T10:05:22.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Terminal C Boredom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am posting real quick while I wait to depart from here, it's in the A.M. and I miss her like crazy (sad face) No fret for me though, I always end up talking to her through text or somewhere in the middle, which is cool. I start school back Monday, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ohhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can't wait. Actually, I can wait, I can wait a pretty long time. I do miss my lunch buds and a few of the faculty members but as far as the minor classes, which I have no obligations tied, I could wait. But the much needed break is over, Christmas is over. I love the holidays, man. It is like a time of cooling it down but now that it is over, the much complicated things come into play. School, work, school, find work? Etc, Etc.. I'm not too much worried about the working thing yet. Not that I need a job, but I &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; a job. I have to be productive man, I can't just sit up and do nothing when out of school. I MUST do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a slight family issue, the first of many I presume! It was real deep and had me thinking a lot of how people think and react in certain situations. It had chipped off the cold selfishness I had always held on too to a certain degree. I finally stopped thinking of myself and my "horrible life" (I put that in quotes for a reason..) and thought of the lives that surrounded me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30AM&lt;br /&gt;---------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go max out on some Cheetos and cheese while I wait. I like eating hot nacho cheese on cheesy Cheetos with some banana peppers.. don't knock it until you tried it, it taste very good. So hasta (espanol something something) mi Amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-4214810942604141171?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/4214810942604141171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=4214810942604141171' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/4214810942604141171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/4214810942604141171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2009/01/terminal-boredom-so-i-am-posting-real.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-3371753688352763693</id><published>2009-01-20T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:37:02.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello Vietnam!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it's her birthday on the day of the inuguration of the 44th President! Whoo hoo, yee haw. I also want to take out this time and point out to Marcia that he will not be invited to my next year up coming birthday. You son of a..... (later day for that) but yeah, back to her day, happy birthday babes, today is your day I suppose, since you stole it from the 44th President of the United States of America, I guess I should end this with a picture of a cake?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SXYZolTWLRI/AAAAAAAAAr8/V9SdlXVU2rQ/s1600-h/2399963626_919c5aea73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293446597019315474" style="WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SXYZolTWLRI/AAAAAAAAAr8/V9SdlXVU2rQ/s320/2399963626_919c5aea73.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it's uh, Mac book cake..  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-3371753688352763693?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/3371753688352763693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=3371753688352763693' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3371753688352763693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3371753688352763693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello-vietnam-so-its-her-birthday-on.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SXYZolTWLRI/AAAAAAAAAr8/V9SdlXVU2rQ/s72-c/2399963626_919c5aea73.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-138848571976464170</id><published>2009-01-05T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T08:29:04.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If God wanted me to be quiet he would've never showed me what he does."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty deep coming from a man who was portrayed by the media as a "murderous thug".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, salutations earthlings.. that's my martian greetings, but I thought I submerge from the depths of the holiday cookies and sofa side laziness and type in this blog. I guess go down the list of things on my mind right now, which might not be important to you... the viewer... but I'm glad to share anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the immensely over drawn scenes of my insomnia last night I was watching old movies on the turner classics channel (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TCM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;), watched this movie called &lt;em&gt;The Roaring Twenties&lt;/em&gt;, crime thrillers man.. too cool. Humphrey Bogart's chin was in this movie, dude's chin is like 2 balled up fists! but besides his oddly shaped physique chin, he played a nice guy turned bootlegger, ha! something I can relate too! really caught my attention till I dozed off, really good movie for the most part.. go rent that out or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Netflix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it man. Speaking of movies, Liz had me watching The Holiday yesterday.. and like always, good movie choice indeed. She gives you like an synopsis of a film, has you a bit shaky at the beginning but always ends up making you want to search and buy the DVD, influences influences.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on my mind, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ready to let go of the things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; held onto for dear life of 2008, man. 2009 is just 2009 for me but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; really happy to see a lot of people happy these days, that crap sounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; optimistic which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anti about but seriously, you can't help but feel that way for people who deserve it... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tossed and turned a few lives but not as much as the many who have influenced mine. And that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who caught that crap on the History channel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;lastnight&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;em&gt;Nostradamus, 2012&lt;/em&gt;? Creepy stuff. Basically there is suppose to be an catastrophic event during the year of 2012, December 21st where the planets and sun are aligned together causing crazy storms, blackouts, practically the whole end game! insane, I really can't see it happening but whose to say it wouldn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me go and eat some healthy all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; frosted flakes. They're suppose to be great right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.. and took off the old wallpaper, i like the original one anyways &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;view if you want: &lt;a href="http://i36.tinypic.com/sew00g.png"&gt;http://i36.tinypic.com/sew00g.png&lt;/a&gt; that's cool now that I look at it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace to middle east&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x89/edwardbayntun/gifs/UseTheBearLuke.gif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-138848571976464170?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/138848571976464170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=138848571976464170' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/138848571976464170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/138848571976464170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2009/01/if-god-wanted-me-to-be-quiet-he-wouldve.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i187.photobucket.com/albums/x89/edwardbayntun/gifs/th_UseTheBearLuke.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-3362690344394047603</id><published>2008-12-31T11:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:17:04.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We think of an eBook as an intelligent pet."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know 60% of Americas youth will not pick up a book to read till the age of 12? Or that some will not till they are told to do so by their literature school teacher? bananas huh? not that kids now a days have the option to do so.. my little cousins rather sit on the Wii all day or find some sort of Wifi on their pods and players to watch YouTube.. you can't blame them though, it's just the way things are... sort of. Things are made easy now, man. you can have a full course meal in less than 15 minutes in a microwave! They even have minute made rice or those frozen-pop-in-the-microwave-done-in-5-minutes veggies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;not the veggies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't talk, I'm a xbox user and a itouch user, but I do like to get out, time is short! got to live this life or regret not doing a damn thing. So simple stuff, like going to those markets or comic book stores, or even a few rounds of miniature golf.. i'll do it. I mostly like board-part stores or playing the piano, maybe on a drum set (the years have me n00b on them) And a good book too (though I haven't finished Jane Eyre, yet!) I'm into sci-fi and life changing.. story-telling books. Last book I finished was &lt;em&gt;The Count of Monte Cristo&lt;/em&gt; by Alexandre Dumas, good book. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So yeah, for 2009 lets place a book in front of the kids or hook them up to something that is totally different from anything they've ever played in a video game or seen on YOUHELLTUBE.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy New Years&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;peca, peca peace!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-3362690344394047603?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/3362690344394047603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=3362690344394047603' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3362690344394047603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3362690344394047603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/12/we-think-of-ebook-as-intelligent-pet.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-5578657558743856197</id><published>2008-12-22T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T10:35:21.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"So some days I take the bus home, just to touch on..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something is wrong with singingbox -scratches head, maybe it's the virus I put on this PC... (watching Seven lbs, which I thought was good.. until Liz murdered it) I jacked up my unc's computer, so let me pray he doesn't notice the porn pop ups, bananascrazy and lays off me for a few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so I forward out a hateful txt message about my birthday to 6 fools who forgot! and I guess some of you decided to hit me up with the "sorry I missed blah blah" txts, msgs and phone calls, it's cool man, I was just kidding, it's just a birthday but thanks in advance -salutes I didn't do anything really, I wasn't expecting much but having a few care more than I did was a pretty cool feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy belated birthday Sammy, on the 18th, and happy birthday Steve! we got the same day and everything, I guess Sagittarius do rule Mai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yeah, I'm loving this season right now and the feeling of what's left of my crazy family. that's what it's all about right? surrounding yourself with loved ones, giving to just give.. I like that, sometimes I wish I could give more but I know some who really aren't asking for all of the presents and cards.. just to be considered is enough and that is what's up so from me.. to yours, happy holidays, Merry Christmas, Feliza Natividad, Hanuka, Kwanzaa, etc, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SU_SZTnq1bI/AAAAAAAAArY/WOdujEvoUZo/s1600-h/snow.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282672220134102450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SU_SZTnq1bI/AAAAAAAAArY/WOdujEvoUZo/s320/snow.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-5578657558743856197?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/5578657558743856197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=5578657558743856197' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/5578657558743856197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/5578657558743856197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-some-days-i-take-bus-home-just-to.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SU_SZTnq1bI/AAAAAAAAArY/WOdujEvoUZo/s72-c/snow.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-2135434200043147686</id><published>2008-12-20T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T11:53:51.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's your birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qb6IuPSyKU8/SU1IWkhnMLI/AAAAAAAABK0/65_tUvGg9E0/s1600-h/screen-capture.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qb6IuPSyKU8/SU1IWkhnMLI/AAAAAAAABK0/65_tUvGg9E0/s400/screen-capture.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281957490574438578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Bold" title="Bold" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 3);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Bold" class="gl_bold" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Happy birthday to youuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;Happyyyy birthdayyyy. Happpy birthdayyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to youuuuuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bit phenomenal, a bit magical, a bit of something (I'm sure) I cannot attain but want to run a thousand miles (like a wild animal) for in the middle of the night to try and grasp anyway. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I love you more than you'll ever know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great birthday baby.&lt;br /&gt; (even though I've told you a gazillion times today!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. A month from today will be my birthdayyyyyyy.That's not important right now because today is your day but still, I wanted to throw that in there ;]&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/9030091458002882044-2135434200043147686?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/2135434200043147686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=2135434200043147686' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/2135434200043147686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/2135434200043147686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-your-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s your birthday!'/><author><name>Lizzy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qb6IuPSyKU8/SsASdWOSknI/AAAAAAAABeM/HaPuBoTXt6k/S220/IMG_8189x.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qb6IuPSyKU8/SU1IWkhnMLI/AAAAAAAABK0/65_tUvGg9E0/s72-c/screen-capture.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-6975478953692785951</id><published>2008-10-23T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:57:00.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I guess I can do a small update for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's been going on with me lately? Nothing much! But sadly, I'm distancing myself from a lot of people and if you're feeling that vibe, I'm sorry. Stuffs been heavy and who needs another heavyheart-trying-to-find-his-way-in-this-world friend at their doorstep? Sike naw, but I'm going through what the average person goes through, with a sprinkle of family issues to top it off. Oh, and I can't forget school. Which isn't much of a problem, but I'm on academic probation for dropping Math. Wtfwaffles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are coming in soon. &lt;strong&gt;I WILL BE EATING&lt;/strong&gt; this Thanksgiving. I will have my shares of the onion stuffings, the turkeys, and sweet potato pies............. Damn, those sweet potato pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wish she was around though, holidays just don't seem like holidays anymore for me. But I try to make the best of it and keep what I have left as close as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, stay up, be safe and live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-6975478953692785951?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/6975478953692785951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=6975478953692785951' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/6975478953692785951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/6975478953692785951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-guess-i-can-do-small-update-for.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-4506927256678528428</id><published>2008-09-27T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T05:40:17.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodmorning baby!</title><content type='html'>The weather is absolutely nasty today. It's been raining all night and now .. still raining. It's terribly depressing if you ask me :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SN4pZriKZSI/AAAAAAAAAjk/GKQkmgp4SZk/s1600-h/screen-capture-4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SN4pZriKZSI/AAAAAAAAAjk/GKQkmgp4SZk/s400/screen-capture-4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250679736720057634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I checked the weather forecast and it's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Oceanside today. Good good! I want nothing but sunshine to keep you warm throughout your day. I didn't want to wake you up this morning. I got up fairly early, maybe like 5-ish? Yeah, something like that. I made some tea. Tea is good for the soul you know? I made some pancakes too (mainly for Vicky). I wasn't really hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most likely I'll regret not having something to eat later since I have such a busy day ahead of me. Oh well, I'll figure something out later. I miss you lots. I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't help but giggle at how hard you were huffing and puffing. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you baby. Hopefully I'll talk to you soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-4506927256678528428?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/4506927256678528428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=4506927256678528428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/4506927256678528428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/4506927256678528428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/09/goodmorning-baby.html' title='Goodmorning baby!'/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SN4pZriKZSI/AAAAAAAAAjk/GKQkmgp4SZk/s72-c/screen-capture-4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-7083408171224770575</id><published>2008-09-25T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T03:15:32.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"Your light all the world with your energy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Definitely woke up this morning feeling a little better than the night before. With the weight of the world on my shoulder, she takes the ton of bricks off and carries a few with her too. But more on to that later. A few things I am looking forward to this week and on forward to the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Robin Thicke's new album "Something Else", on the 30th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.robin-thicke.net/photos/albums/userpics/normal_robin%7E1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sounds real good, but this is Robin Thicke, so there's no way it couldn't be good. You have to check out that leaked song, 'Ms Harmony'. I uh, completed this Math paper, with the help of the Asian Math Magician. The completion of the "Street" drawing. I'm just really trying to move forward with that, been doing this all week and the week before this week. That shit is just stressful in it's entirety. I can not stress , live once, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What else is there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh yeah, we talked about a few things last night. It was very random but I can't help but press for her to talk to me. I rather hear you yelling than giving me complete silence. A woman with nothing to say. Ah, killer. But you know what? I guess I can't live thinking I am the "only one" with problems-Well, I didn't really. I've always thought there was someone out there like me, but I didn't come close to realizing it could be someone so close to me. I don't know, I'm just trying to live as much as possible right now. Thanks for your patience, babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But yeah, I almost forgot, I'm looking forward to the Presidential Debates this Friday when I get off of work. Oh yeah, oh yeah. I'm mad McCain tried to get out of the whole debate though, pussy. Cerealiousy, it's something to watch, very important people, very important. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Like the people say at school,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; "Are you registered to vote yet? -with Obama t-shirt on"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lol, I'm out, school. Laters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/9030091458002882044-7083408171224770575?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/7083408171224770575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=7083408171224770575' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/7083408171224770575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/7083408171224770575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/09/your-light-all-world-with-your-energy.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-4949181727164356506</id><published>2008-09-22T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T05:13:26.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning oceanside!</title><content type='html'>Hi baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you got plenty of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;-giggles @ the thought of you mumbling in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lateeeeeee right now.&lt;br /&gt;Technically, I should already be in the car driving to school to study for a little bit before taking my Cognition Exam. Yet.. I'm sitting here devouring this slice of pizza &amp;amp; writing in your bloggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll get to talk to you before you go to work.&lt;br /&gt;Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think when I get out of Anatomy (my last class) you would already be half through with your shift at work. Grr!!! If I don't get to talk to you before then :) have fun at work babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much.&lt;br /&gt;I hate to leave but I have to gooooooo right now.&lt;br /&gt;Tooodles panda butt. MUAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[edit]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay, it's 8:07am which mean I'm here at the library ready to hit the books and guess what? My study partner is running late because she wanted to go grab a "quick" bite to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-insert nasty look here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was late leaving the house, went to get coffee and still made it here before her ass! Ain't that something baby? Anyways, the stupid guy at starbucks messed up my coffee. How the freak do you mess up my order when I go in there twice, everyday and always order the same darn thing? Goodness gracious. These people are just trying my patience this morning! It's whatever though, I got to talk to you before I got to school so I'm happy (even though you were in a &lt;em&gt;sleepy-zombie&lt;/em&gt; like stage).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Go back to sleep baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you: *grumbles* Noooo baby, I miss you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Carmine! Bed! Now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you: Nooooooo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more than two minutes later.. I hear your ass snoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How freaking cute! LOL! Anywho, I should really go. (for real this time) Byeee baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-4949181727164356506?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/4949181727164356506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=4949181727164356506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/4949181727164356506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/4949181727164356506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-morning-oceanside.html' title='Good morning oceanside!'/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-9068946578993643495</id><published>2008-09-19T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:59:28.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUSTED!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media1.break.com/dnet/media/2008/9/99-busted-big-time.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-9068946578993643495?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/9068946578993643495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=9068946578993643495' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/9068946578993643495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/9068946578993643495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/09/busted.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-1671129635570373109</id><published>2008-09-01T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:47:44.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Intimacy in space?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SLxRP-_VzZI/AAAAAAAAAi8/PTxZ9r-xw3M/s1600-h/moon.PNG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241153401400970642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SLxRP-_VzZI/AAAAAAAAAi8/PTxZ9r-xw3M/s400/moon.PNG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That picture is actually amazing in full size. You can closely see the slight burst in the rays of light towards the bottom. That sets me at "AW" man. I like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to the &lt;strong&gt;MIDNIGHT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;JUGGERNAUNTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; concert in October. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Definately&lt;/span&gt;. In San Diego, motherfucking yes. Excuse my french, but I can't wait. Nope, nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm interested a few blogs I've been reading. I like reading peoples blogs. Though I comment rarely, I read them, scouts honor. But that's what's important right? Getting the readers attention. I mean, yeah commenting is awesome an such but just knowing someone is actually taking time out to actually READ your blog is more comforting, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's labor day, man and I can only think of one thing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BBQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That seems like the thing to do on days like this. Grill it up, big man. Not just small foods and hot dogs, but some Ribs, Steaks, Lambs, Pork, etc, etc... I'm not big on the pork but I'll carnage some beef tip ribs in a second! But Liz has this thing to where she thinks she can out eat me. OUT EAT ME? She has that, don't-gain-a-pound, weight so she has it in her mental that she can out eat me? I understand you have a bottomless pit stomach babes, but you're not man enough to out eat a beef rib tip champ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-grins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope people are enjoying their labor days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-1671129635570373109?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/1671129635570373109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=1671129635570373109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/1671129635570373109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/1671129635570373109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/09/intimacy-in-space.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SLxRP-_VzZI/AAAAAAAAAi8/PTxZ9r-xw3M/s72-c/moon.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-1076579966511927658</id><published>2008-08-27T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T04:49:55.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is where my heart resides ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/wt995h.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're probably a bit surprised to how in the world did I make time this morning to hack into your bloggy &amp;amp; writer? Lol, well I woke up at 5:30 am and got ready for class. As I was rushing to get ready and trying to grab something quick to eat, I thought to myself.. "wtf was I thinking signing up for a class this early in the morning? AND it's freaking Anatomy too? EEK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I opened up the macbooky and switched my Anatomy lecture class to a later time in the afternoon. I think that's a much better move. I won't have to rush to get ready in the morning and all that jazz. Also, you won't have to worry about keeping me up a bit later at night since I don't have to get up so early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a quarter to 8 so I should leave in a few minutes for my Individuals in Modern Society class. I have four classes today so it's going to be a longgggg day. I hope you got plenty of sleep last night. I miss you and I love you lots. I have to go nowww but I'll be home later! Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt; Breakfast is in the kitchen! I made Victoria some chocolate chips pancakes before school so I left you some too ;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-1076579966511927658?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/1076579966511927658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=1076579966511927658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/1076579966511927658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/1076579966511927658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-is-where-my-heart-resides.html' title='this is where my heart resides ...'/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/wt995h_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-7609147206471438129</id><published>2008-08-24T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:54:03.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:50px;"&gt;1/2 in love with Elizabeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is directly from itouch&lt;/span&gt;, can't sleep, don't want to watch tv (that shit kills brain cells, reals), she is sleep, I could listen to her breathe all night but I put the phone down for a second to laugh at Johnny Quest an not wake her up. I'm just up now, talking about nothing. Excuse this, matter of fact.. you don't have to read this, man LOL I'm just going on about nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is approximately 10:40PM westside time, about 1:40AM, eastern. And uh, midwest? About, 12:40AM? Something like that. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;That was just some FYI for you guys. Who watches are broke, your welcome. -smiles)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um, what else? I'm watching Boomerang channel, Johnny Quest is on. That's cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh? I got to my 5th patient on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adultswim.com/games/game/index.html?game=surgeon"&gt;AMATEUR SURGEON ACT II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, hoped that linked worked, I'm trying to get my score/name on TV, this is me being famous. -smiles big&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else? I'm not sure, things are getting better day by day and I can only thank God for that. I'm walking in with my faith upped a notch and my pride aside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-shhhhhhhhs, shes moving around.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah. That's pretty much the gist of things. I hope you nutcrackers are okay and progressing productively in your lives. Hope you wish the same for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BB, your BANNER IS NICE AS HELL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adina, your banners are looking the same too often. With different celebs. But me likey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mars, you don't even do your own shit so.... yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mai, stop stealing layouts. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-7609147206471438129?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/7609147206471438129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=7609147206471438129' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/7609147206471438129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/7609147206471438129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/08/12-in-love-with-elizabeth.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-884621708070312421</id><published>2008-08-23T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T07:02:42.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="339"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.movieweb.com/v/V08G124iklmFUW"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.movieweb.com/v/V08G124iklmFUW" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="339"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will Harmony finally bone Ron?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harry isn't a fan of the asians anymore??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-shocked as hell, dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/9030091458002882044-884621708070312421?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/884621708070312421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=884621708070312421' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/884621708070312421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/884621708070312421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/08/harry-potter-will-harmony-finally-bone.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-388342336094796295</id><published>2008-08-22T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T10:25:05.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;The Spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone a comic book weirdo as I am, would know of the "Spirit" comics. Old, old fashion comic strips. Way back who knows! Basically, some masked weirdo who fights crime, like a cop-super-hero guy but seems to find his hands in so many women, he was depicted the first male-super hero whore before Batman and Johnny Quest (lmfaooooo @ the Johny Quest part) Ah, and they made a movie! Yeah, a movie. But whoever enjoyed Sin City and 300 would like this shit. Crime fighting, weirdo villains, Samuel L Jackson with a weird haircut, slow moving, soft core sex, with dames and lightening effects. Awesome? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aWm8U17QguA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aWm8U17QguA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;I mean, I mean, who wouldn't enjoy a movie with Eva Mendes in it? Lol @ Samuel though, they officially made him into an complete Nazi SMH I like the graphics though, excites me. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, my day is shut. Just going to kick it in this weather. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-388342336094796295?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/388342336094796295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=388342336094796295' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/388342336094796295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/388342336094796295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/08/spirit-anyone-comic-book-weirdo-as-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-6425265048860594898</id><published>2008-08-18T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:42:59.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your name feels like the word, "home" in twelve different languages.</title><content type='html'>Right now, I see you in ways that are a little more tender than anybody else in my life. I see you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; than expensive chocolate. The kind you allow to melt in your mouth, on your tongue, to make it last longer. That's the only kind that I like!!! I see you as a lovely kiss. The ones that last longer than 14 seconds. The ones that make the back of your throat tingles to the bottom of your spine. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gahhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess,  you are like all of my most &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt; things. The smell of peppermint, a cup of english tea, a hot shower in the morning, a steaming bath after a long day at work. Absolutely decadent! You are all of those decadent things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are velvety rose petals, you are unforgettable lyrics, you are fine wine, you are waterfalls, you are marshmallow clouds, you are everything and more. You're more than I ever imagined you to be. Sometimes, I think of your name, say it in my head and I see lime-green popsicles (you know how much I love those). I see you like a shiny, new penny. The ones so clean you bother to check the year, think about it more than once throughout the day. [shoves you in my pocket so I can keep you safe]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, I probably sound like such a dork after typing all of that mushy gushy stuff. And I look like a bigger dork sitting here giggling over how cute your layout is too! That only shows the kind affect you have on me, you big fat panda you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i36.tinypic.com/15d3lnb.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://i36.tinypic.com/15d3lnb.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Forgive me. I totally turned your blogspot into a fuzzy ball of panda cute-ness! Gahhhh, don't you just love it? Well, I sure do. If you don't like it, I'll take it off and use it for my blog instead. It's no biggie, I'll still love you though. I always will.. no matter what! Don't you ever forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/9030091458002882044-6425265048860594898?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/6425265048860594898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=6425265048860594898' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/6425265048860594898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/6425265048860594898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/08/your-name-feels-like-word-home-in.html' title='Your name feels like the word, &quot;home&quot; in twelve different languages.'/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/15d3lnb_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-4433705862942933234</id><published>2008-08-16T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T08:18:29.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I had a vision of love and it was all that you've given to me.</title><content type='html'>I bet you wanna go listen to that song now huh babe? Lol, I tried looking for the video so I can post it in your bloggy but the one on youtube won't give me get the codes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GRR&lt;/span&gt; that darn youtube! But yeah, I was thinking about all those records you played last night on my drive to work this morning. I think it's great that you have such a variety taste for music. I remembered going to the Rock&amp;amp;Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland and I wanted to stay there all day. It's fascinating. Just hearing the excitement in your voice last night, reminded me of how powerful music can be. You're a lot more knowledgeable about music history than most people I know and I think that's pretty cool. It's not weird at all. I don't think you should call yourself weird just because it fascinates you. It actually sets you apart from the rest so embrace it! I also think that it helps you really connect with people. I know you're not all about socializing and making oodles and oodles of friends, but you can if you ever wanted to. Everyone likes music, we might have different tastes but when it comes to it.. we all like it. So by bringing music in as a conversation starter, you can pretty much talk to ANYBODY! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's pretty cool in my book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't planning on ranting &amp;amp; raving about all of that this early in the morning. Anyways, I'm at work and I miss you lots! I've been checking the news every chance possible to keep track of this stupid hurricane &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[sigh]&lt;/span&gt; I didn't want to leave you this morning to go to work but unfortunately, I have responsibilities to fulfill so I can't just stay in bed and lounge around with you all day. On a brighter note, only 6 more hours till I'm off of work :] and tomorrow I have the day off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a ring on my lunch break. Be good and try not to spend any money while I'm gone okay? I can't afford you &amp;amp; vicky's shopping habbits. Tsk tsk! You're lucky I love you. Plus, if you do buy anything else this week.. it's off to the couch you go Carmine! I am so serious tooo. Hmph!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-4433705862942933234?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/4433705862942933234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=4433705862942933234' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/4433705862942933234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/4433705862942933234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-had-vision-of-love-and-it-was-all.html' title='I had a vision of love and it was all that you&apos;ve given to me.'/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-292344737500580552</id><published>2008-08-09T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T15:03:41.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sometimes I do forget, how much we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;could ease the lives we lead. If we learn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to let go the reins that we hold, return to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our souls and let the spirit flow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm pending on whether I need to type this or not (... pending, pending) might as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was chilling at Harbor Beach today, a lot of homeless people we're hanging there too. This guy comes up to this lady and her child sitting next to me. I was sitting like a few inches from them so I kind of over heard the man's reasons to approaching them. He introduced himself, by first and last name. Shook her hand and everything, glanced at the the woman's son a bit... nodded at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Guy was tall, seemed to be in his early 50's or so, had a nice face but his clothes were very dirty and rugged. Had a dog with him, a huge BEAUTIFUL Golden Retriever. (I love Golden Retrievers) He said he use to live in Arizona, till his son died in a car accident him and his wife had, his wife died months later from depression, blaming herself for her son's death. His son flew out of the front window, no seat belt, him and his wife he said, barely made it. He son was 7. He talked about his parents, and how his father use to beat the crap out of him. His mom died a few months back, doesn't have any siblings, or relatives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He said he was a very successful accountant for a law firm or something, had money, house, wife, and a beautiful kid. Shared the hobby of collecting old Classic rock band posters at concerts  (He was definitely cool in book then) Was living the American Dream till it all was taken from him. Hasn't recovered since. He was going on and on and the lady is just listening. Heh, I'm listening too, his story out of a few that I've heard was very interesting. Couldn't help but to listen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;An hour goes by and I say to myself, "Here's the donation portion of the conversation..." Sounds mean, but living here in California, a lot of the people who are less fortunate than others and living on the streets share no shame in asking for money. And most people like I, share no problem with giving what little we have. Dude stands up, looks out to the other people on the beach, and says he enjoyed talking to us, said he doesn't talk to anyone, much. A lot of people see him and stray away or find ways avoiding him when it comes by. He doesn't look for cash, doesn't want a check, just an ear.. someone to talk too. This shit made my heart heavy. I never, in my years of life, encounter a man like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He shakes our hands, thanking us on his exits. Grabs Penny (His dogs name) and starts to leave. I see dude leaving and I just can't deal with that. Something told me to do something, something told me to just sit there too. I ran to my car man, got my wallet out the glove compartment and ran to the nearest ATM (no luck in the nearest). All this, is like 5-10 minutes tops. Some dude was having a moment at SunTrust... I go back to where I was and I don't see him. I'm searching for this guy, looking everywhere. He was nowhere. I asked the lady if she knew which way he went, she was as shocked as I was, said he was just walking up the beach.. insane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I looked for him, for about 30 minutes or so.. I don't know, I tell my boy what happened and he's like it could've been some dude, trying to get sympathy and cash afterwards. And that it was good I didn't give him money. I don't believe that, I really don't. I have instincts about these things and that... Well, it was something else. That man left something on me when he left and I will never forget his face or name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Richard Wallace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-292344737500580552?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/292344737500580552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=292344737500580552' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/292344737500580552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/292344737500580552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/08/sometimes-i-do-forget-how-much-we-could.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-3987854193828555980</id><published>2008-08-01T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T06:49:59.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h32/kiickpushh/6slcn0wmg0gif.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h32/kiickpushh/6slcn0wmg0gif.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;LMFAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-3987854193828555980?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/3987854193828555980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=3987854193828555980' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3987854193828555980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3987854193828555980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-just-gotham-city.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-8203422073371385831</id><published>2008-07-30T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:17:58.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"I gotta wholelotta kisses"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a musicloser just like the rest of you and I've been listening to R Kells new 12play album all day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;At school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sleeping at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In a chair, with a bear (liz)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like, some of the songs. I suppose.  :/ &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"your body has a sign that says come get me"&lt;/span&gt; I bet, that sign said "Seventeen &amp;amp; Underage" I know, wrong time for a Kelly plug. I've been also listening to Lloyd too -scratches head, it's alright. Dude sound like he slithering into the ladies bedrooms. Creepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old: I've been jammin' to my MJ and some old ass 311, I got cassettes of their first LP.. :| yeah! I got a old ass cassette player. You know, the one you have to flip over to rewind the tape. LOL I might go harass a good record shop, they still have those on this strip in LA, fuck a CD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did the banner at school. See, what I do is, take an assignment handed and either put it up there or print it out for the halls or something in school. (They like it when you display your "talent")&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, nothing else to type. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I would do the cliche shout out thing but half you nards already know what needs to be said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;edit, &lt;/span&gt;Since my socialvibe's banner has been on Lizzy's blog, I've upped almost 100 points. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Losermode yes?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-8203422073371385831?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/8203422073371385831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=8203422073371385831' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/8203422073371385831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/8203422073371385831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-gotta-wholelotta-kisses-im-musicloser.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-4813867937077988578</id><published>2008-07-29T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T15:44:54.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"People are strange, when your a stranger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;faces look ugly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;when your alone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We Don't Need No Education.mp3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's raining right now. I like the sound of thunder for some reason. It excites the hell out of Liz, but I like it. Liz is over here watching "Forgetting blahh blah" (I forget) while I'm cooking yellow rice, jacking up the stove. I might make shit look messy but you can't deny the cooking skills holmes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was bored today, going through records, listening to music. I guess that took up some time. Had a small chat with a friend, might plan a trip here or so. There's this thing at Pacifica Park next week, so we might scope that out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honest, there's nothing generally to blog about, so let me re-call this nut and finish grilling these chicken breast. Ah, see... I can't beat my "cat meat" Liz, it's chicken! -smirks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, NASA is turning 50 today, that shit is cool. Google is celebrating it's 50th birthday, with their little snazzy banners of planets and rockets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SI-cjuWj6NI/AAAAAAAAAcM/WCONY6nK6Z8/s320/google.PNG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Yeah, I'm a space nerd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;-BEATS LIZZY to posting Nasa B-day in blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-4813867937077988578?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/4813867937077988578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=4813867937077988578' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/4813867937077988578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/4813867937077988578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/07/people-are-strange-when-your-astranger.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SI-cjuWj6NI/AAAAAAAAAcM/WCONY6nK6Z8/s72-c/google.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-1958871769774611560</id><published>2008-07-28T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T18:19:23.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Babyloveeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you're pretty much the reason for this big goofy grin on my face. You always know how to put a permanent smile on my face (even when you aren't even trying) and I love that. I love when you sing all night long till I fall asleep only to be woken up to more beautiful love songs. I've got to admit, I'm in love with that country song you made for me yesterday. Goodness, my cheekies hurtin because I was laughing so hard. Gosh, I love how silly you are. There's never a dull moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cause when I wake up next to youuu the sun shines so much brighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And when I hear a song with you, it seems to take me higherrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just being with you is the truth, without you I'm a liar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know you're probably miserable at work right now, I know baby.. I know. I had a miserable time at work too .. until I got to talked to you :) Then everything was ten times better. So hurry on home babe.. I miss you lots. I've made dinner for you. Steak and potatoes right? Oh, we've got ice-cream too!!!!   I'll try my best to take your mind off of things and it all better. You've had a long day. We both had. I just want to crawl into bed and snuggle up to my pandabuttt. I promise I'll even try not to cough on you tonight. Pinky swear! Ohhh and guess what baby? We both have the day off tomorrow so we can just spend the whole day in bed together. Sounds good huh? Uh huhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay baby, I'll stay up and wait for you to get out of work. Come home soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you Carmine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, you are my good luck charm ;] MUAH! There's no denying it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-1958871769774611560?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/1958871769774611560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=1958871769774611560' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/1958871769774611560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/1958871769774611560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-youre-pretty-much-reason-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-3936853557008003054</id><published>2008-07-23T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:30:14.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Sum ppl are destined for greatness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Me? I'm just happy to be here, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Quickly, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm cerealiously thinking of dis-associating myself from some of the people I encounter. On and off-line, some of you are you're worst enemy. Dudes gossiping? Yeah! Actual males, gossiping to each other. Check that? Yeah? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since Obama got elected, times has &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"changed."&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-size:16px;"&gt;Enough of that unimportant shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My day was gruesome, aside from locking myself out my own house, It could've ordained worst. You ever get that day, where shit becomes baked for you? Not high/blazed baked, but that burn out session, where everything is going to hell? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic; "&gt;"honies sweat the style, like the squirrels sweat the nuts"   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;yeah, it's getting pretty mean on these streets. Bare with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know half of you people/bloggers who glance here from time to time, don't know me. And might slightly feel I am an asshole and what have you, but.. I'm actually pretty decent. I'm pretty neat once you really get to know me and talk to me. I'm far from what you would expect. Che, I'm home trained. Besides, half the people I know are through my girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; -points to her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, that should pre-own me some cool points, yeah? Yeah, she straight owns this blog cause I financially refuse to have internet along with my alarm system, my talking garage and my HBO, CINEMAX, SHOWTIME, 2,000 other channels, ETC, ETC... Shit is pricey, so her girl-a-fying my blog is something she likes to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, I'm going to fucks with this game and eat some Nachos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Remember?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;westsideee, is the bestsideee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-3936853557008003054?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/3936853557008003054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=3936853557008003054' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3936853557008003054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3936853557008003054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-ppl-are-destined-for-greatness-me.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-849787884795998343</id><published>2008-07-23T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T10:04:17.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're my source of hope and the air I breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The love you give is the greatest gift I've ever receive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning honey.&lt;br /&gt;Well it's morning time for you but practically afternoon for me. I was so out of it when you called this morning, no shit. I was just in la la land. I just remembered waking you with you telling me you love me and then I'd fall back into sleep again. Aww. Now you're goneeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-looks around-&lt;br /&gt;HMPH! It's okay though because you're at school and getting your education on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're having a good day at school. Remember what I said this morning okay? You can't wake up expecting today to be a bad day. Everything can be either good or bad, it's how you choose to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you &amp;amp; I don't feel too well either babe :[ My throat is all scratchy and shit. Grr! I sound horrible. Let's hope I can get my voice back before the interview tonight. I'm going to make some soup and some theraflu. Ehh. I'll talk to you later baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh, last night was all your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love pandabutt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-849787884795998343?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/849787884795998343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=849787884795998343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/849787884795998343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/849787884795998343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/07/youre-my-source-of-hope-and-air-i.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-6423536717331742219</id><published>2008-07-21T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:26:00.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hi babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Lookieeee loook look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=55430" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="300" width="400"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=8d8390861d&amp;amp;photo_id=2635955866"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=55430"&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=55430" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=8d8390861d&amp;amp;photo_id=2635955866" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!#$%^?!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-gives you flower&lt;br /&gt;Gah, so cuteeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my absolutely favorite part from the movie.&lt;br /&gt;You're Walle and I'm Eve, right?&lt;br /&gt;-giggles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walle is cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're cuter though. Well, actually.. you have your moments. There are times where you are beyond cute, it's ridiculous. Other times, I just want to shove you into a box and ship you off to Africa. I'm so serious too! You drive me nuts yet keep me sane all at the same time. How do you do it huh? Lol, I love you for it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't talk much these days. Because of my phone actin up? Smh. I got a new charger like you told me though. So that shouldn't be a problem anymore .. I'm sure you were getting frustrated with it. I know I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't much to say right now since this fever got me all delirious &amp;amp; shit. [sigh] I hate being sick but it seems like I'm always sick these days :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you get me some chicken noodle soup? And ice-cream. Gummy bears too okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to crawl back into bed and wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Carmine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-6423536717331742219?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/6423536717331742219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=6423536717331742219' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/6423536717331742219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/6423536717331742219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi-babe.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-961281852407068645</id><published>2008-07-19T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T08:31:15.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;It's driven me before.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a partially good day. Almost, it's still in the AM on my side so the day has time to make up for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wack&lt;/span&gt; wake up. It's sunny outside, that's a good sign. But man, when it hits around the afternoon, it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;get's&lt;/span&gt; nasty hot. I need a breeze or something. Some cooling palm tree next to my car. You know when you get inside and it's muggy hot, seat burns you. You have to crank the car up and let the AC blast without you in it. Someone remind me to get a glass cover? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whoooooooosha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bet you guys are like, why I made these huge title fonts. I don't know? They extend my blog so that I don't have to type too long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nemo&lt;/span&gt;, and Greg are going to see the Dark Knight Sunday, I know.. I know.. It shouldn't be a surprise. I mean, I'm not a Batman fan, Superman all day, but this movie looks to be a box office hit. WANTED sucked. To all those WANTED fans, WANTED sucked. Besides Angelina's butt shot, WANTED sucked. And the main character too, Wesley? He sucked as well. Cornball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, uh. I'm going to the Harbor today, I just want some funnel cakes man. Oh, I have to set &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;flyers&lt;/span&gt; everywhere for my job. I'm at the Net Cafe right now, printing out 100 copies. 10 cents each right? Nah, they bumped it up a dime. It's 20 cents each. Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$$$$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is so costly now. You would think in our day and age we would develop ways to save the economy, reuse, recycle and produce. Heck no, we don't and that mess is sad. Gas is almost 5 bucks here. ALMOST.  And the cost of buying rice in bulk is ridiculous. Poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;asians&lt;/span&gt;. Everyone is so materialized. It's sick. I can't front, I enjoy a few things technology brings but I can not based having those things on my life. I can't. God has blessed me with the little I have, why should I consume and buy shit I don't really need? (waits for Lizzy to say something)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Idk&lt;/span&gt;, we need to focus on what's behind the smoke screens. Not saying we can't live normal healthy lives. We should be doing that now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;› Lizzy: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; ask how i got it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dunk killer: :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;› Lizzy:  http://i34.tinypic.com/116j32h.jpg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dunk killer: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;How'd&lt;/span&gt; you get it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dunk killer: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;LMFAO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-smacks her butt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;outtie&lt;/span&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/9030091458002882044-961281852407068645?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/961281852407068645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=961281852407068645' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/961281852407068645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/961281852407068645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-driven-me-before.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-814202490581718795</id><published>2008-07-15T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T08:33:35.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Excerpt from previous blogs, why can't we call it "Square of friends"? Or "Oval of friends"? And why do they necessarily have to be your friends? You know about 78% of these people don't even associate with you on a daily basis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;walks away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-814202490581718795?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/814202490581718795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=814202490581718795' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/814202490581718795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/814202490581718795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/07/excerptfrom-previous-blogs-why-cant-we.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-4313146896365872260</id><published>2008-07-11T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T19:06:11.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Press play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/F0rq_q9Wad/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/F0rq_q9Wad/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/aznb0yericxd/music/eB16SI-S/atc_around_the_world/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kisses of the sun were sweeet I didn't even blink&lt;br /&gt;I left it in my eyes like an exotic drink&lt;br /&gt;The radio playing songs that I have never hearddddd&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say .. oH!&lt;br /&gt;Not another word .. just LA LA LA LA LA&lt;br /&gt;It goes around the world&lt;br /&gt;just LA LA LA LA LA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know how much you love this song right baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you dont, I'll just sing it some more so that your little head will explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty .. enough with all the silly crap.&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to write in your blog all day but this thing called "work" kept me really busy. But now I've got some time to write while you're watching movies with the kids. I can't help but notice how cute you are when they're around. I mean, you're pretty darn cute (most of the times) but when you're babysitting .. it's even cuter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pinch your cheekies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g264/that_temptasian/smlyz/bfae3676.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-watch you turn all red&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby,  you know what?&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad you're here.&lt;br /&gt;Really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember watching an episode of my favorite show one night and this woman asked, "If you love me and we could never ever touch .. what would you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "If I loved you? Then I would love you any way that I could. If we couldn't touch then I would draw strength from your beauty and if I went blind then I would fill my soul with the sound of your voice and the content of your thoughts until the last spark of my love for you ..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's beautiful huh? Very.&lt;br /&gt;I guess, I can relate to this statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the first time and till this very day, I still find your voice very calming to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;And believe it or not but I do draw strength from you. I'm not too stubborn or prideful to admit it either. I do need you, more than you'll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me how I can have the absolute worst day ever but the minute I hear your voice on the other end of my phone, nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just lose myself.&lt;br /&gt;I don't quite know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you've got me struggling to find the words to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other times, I'm just happy to hear you and just knowing you're there .. is just enough. That's just how much power you have over me. Scary huh? I mean, you've always had this funny way of being able to make me forget there was anything happening outside of what's happening &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only right now &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;with you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite sure if I'm even making any sense right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just slide up next to you &amp;amp; watch you devour this slice of pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Carmine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-4313146896365872260?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/4313146896365872260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=4313146896365872260' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/4313146896365872260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/4313146896365872260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/07/press-play-kisses-of-sun-were-sweeet-i.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g264/that_temptasian/smlyz/th_bfae3676.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-6099228375769102905</id><published>2008-07-04T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T09:43:37.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's meeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup yup.&lt;br /&gt;-flips hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A video!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR YOU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://img.photobucket.com/remix/player.swf?videoURL=http%3A%2F%2Fvidmg.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fv204%2Flizzylovesyou%2F628dc664.pbr&amp;amp;hostname=streammg.photobucket.com" height="361" width="428"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-6099228375769102905?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/6099228375769102905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=6099228375769102905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/6099228375769102905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/6099228375769102905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi-babe-its-meeeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-2134935432441597813</id><published>2008-07-03T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T06:05:31.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning babe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-looks at the Northern light &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about 9am [yawns] and I've been at work for a good hour now. I would much rather be in bed and sleeping the day away with you. Unfortunately, I'll be stuck here till 6pm. Ugh! I have a feeling it's going to be a really busy day too :[ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Come rescue me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, bring me a milkshake too? &lt;br /&gt;I'll love you forever and a day. (not that I don't already)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fun day today okay? &lt;br /&gt;Don't go out buying expensive man toys while I'm at work (coughcoughLIKEYOURBIKEcough). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And stop messing with your blogspot too, it's perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get back to work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-2134935432441597813?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/2134935432441597813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=2134935432441597813' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/2134935432441597813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/2134935432441597813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-morning-babe-looks-at-northern.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-7213881616171386972</id><published>2008-07-01T12:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:50:19.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good Afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Lizzy logging into Carmine's blog &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;!Since he doesn't have access to the internet for the time being, I'll probably be logging in here more often to blog for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://img.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v204/lizzylovesyou/Movie4.flv" height="361" width="428"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Cute huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's settling into his new place. Loving his new bathtub, on most nights you can find him in there la-la-la-ing! It's quite cute! There's been a minor issue with the tv but we have people working on that right now. It's been a whole week so Carmine is getting a bit annoyed. Hopefully they'll fix it soon or else it's going to be World War 3. Other than that, everything is going well :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-7213881616171386972?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/7213881616171386972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=7213881616171386972' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/7213881616171386972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/7213881616171386972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-afternoon-its-lizzy-logging-into.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-8217123436608869981</id><published>2008-06-28T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T09:15:23.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey pandabutt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-playlist loading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm looking for a reason why you even set my world into motion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cause if you're not really here .. then the stars don't even matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I'm filled to the top with fear but it's all just a bunch of matter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cause if you're not really here .. then I don't wanna be either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to be next to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sits next to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is just awesome. I was jamming to it all day at work yesterday. LOL I'm pretty sure even texted some parts of the lyrics to you :] Speaking of work, it's been super duper busy here. I've been working non-stop from 8:30 until now.. whew! I miss you. I wonder if you're up yet. Hm.. you need to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-looks at phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 missed calls &amp;amp; 3 text messages from Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwies.&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea you called babe. I wanted to call you this morning when I was leaving for work but I didn't. I figured you need plenty of sleep after the eventful day yesterday. Too bad I'm at work and we can't talk so I guess I'll just talk to you through this blog. HA! I miss you lots. We didn't really get to talk much yesterday because you were busy running around moving stuffs into your new place. New place. Geez. This is huge. Hearing the excitement in your voice was just the cutest thing ever. I'm not sure if you realized it or not but .. this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR&lt;/span&gt; own place. How freaking awesome is that? And that big ol bathtub that can fit about 3 pandas in there? Ugh, I'm so jealous. And let's not talk about the dent in the wall from bringing in the giant tv. I'm even jealous of your dent in the wall, man. LOL Nah, in all seriousness .. this is going to be a big chapter in your life and I'm glad I'll be able to be apart of this growing experience with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get back to work now.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of kisses! I love you and I can't wait to talk to you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-8217123436608869981?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/8217123436608869981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=8217123436608869981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/8217123436608869981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/8217123436608869981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey-pandabutt-playlist-loading-im.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-7554161615394910108</id><published>2008-06-26T19:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T19:33:57.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling good about this.&lt;div&gt;It feels real good tonight.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-feels the breeze through my window.&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/9030091458002882044-7554161615394910108?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/7554161615394910108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=7554161615394910108' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/7554161615394910108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/7554161615394910108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-feeling-good-about-this.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-4306890710561180631</id><published>2008-06-26T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T18:16:32.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cooling it down, trying to do homework. &lt;div&gt;Being bombarded with the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving, school work, job... school money!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;"That's life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear If I go to talk to someone about my horrific time fitting into society with the "That's life" quote easing it's way into every conversation, I'm voting for McCain : / Not only does it make things go down hill, it bothers me. It sucks being bothered by something you feel subjected to, over and over again. So, shut up with that. I know it's life, but damn if I can't have some type of mind ease. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not perfect, nor is my faith, but man... I still go on to fix the pieces every other day. "A day at a time" right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quick hollers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jay be easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mai be easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shanell, be you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sammy, be stronger than I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah, stay up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Davon, stay eatin'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marc, be motivated, progress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liz, love, live life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kris, have faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drey, be easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ace, hustle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Julie, I miss you meng&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vicky, stay cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brandi, stay strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greg, show em'... easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom, pray for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back to homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9030091458002882044-4306890710561180631?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/4306890710561180631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=4306890710561180631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/4306890710561180631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/4306890710561180631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/06/cooling-it-down-trying-to-do-homework.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-2466702246074739861</id><published>2008-06-25T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:16:09.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this is something like a "blog" confession. Maybe this was typed for no reason at all but only used to my own demise. I don't care, I have something heavy on me and I just can't hold it any longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm giving up the very thing that makes me who I am. Like my faith is a test to my own judgement, the people I chill with and the ones who cloud my judgement. Love, life, friendships, family... everything is changing and I am just diving in. It's insane though, once I thought I knew it all, thought I had every single thing figured out. I never did. Do we ever? Are we so prideful that we tell ourselves we know it all? That we have it all worked out? So selfish, believing we are responsible for our own achievements? I wake up, not thanking God for each breath of life I take and that kills me. I feel like a hypocrite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a hypocrite. Saying I will keep his presence in my good graces, only to forget. Keeping the Sabbath day holy, only to forget? When the time comes for my own judgement, what will I have to show for it? Years of a misguided adolescence, finding God when the tough touch of the world gets too rough? Man, my faith is not even defined. I can't say, "Oh, I'm Catholic" "Oh, I am a Christian". I can't even remember the last time I went to church!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So right here, right now. I beg for forgiveness. I beg for God to use me, as his vessel to show others his love. To be a good man, a friend, a lover. To put aside my differences with the world and those who I claim are my enemies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whoa, I sound crazy huh? Well, yeah... It's something crazy and new to me too. Time to put aside differences, and just live. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Forgive me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-2466702246074739861?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/2466702246074739861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=2466702246074739861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/2466702246074739861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/2466702246074739861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/06/forgive-me-father-for-i-have-sinned-i.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-2821267476864095909</id><published>2008-06-24T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T13:24:35.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shit I did today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slept&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slept&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made fun of the pirate&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slept&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a sick nightmare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Packed clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chilled&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walked the dogs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wait. I didn't do that yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Didn't walk the dogs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cooled&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched this awesome trailer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=35145213&amp;amp;v=2&amp;amp;type=video&amp;amp;a=1&amp;amp;sr=0&amp;amp;nl=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="394"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;.. 3 more days &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9030091458002882044-2821267476864095909?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/2821267476864095909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=2821267476864095909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/2821267476864095909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/2821267476864095909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/06/shit-i-did-today-slept-slept-made-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-8808586617827898676</id><published>2008-06-23T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T08:34:00.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"someday, this will be over.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Say all the countries leaders and importante people are stranded on an island, we're most likely to get voted off the Island...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="301"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x2z49o&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x2z49o&amp;amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="301" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Alright so, wish me good luck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-8808586617827898676?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/8808586617827898676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=8808586617827898676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/8808586617827898676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/8808586617827898676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/06/someday-this-will-be-over.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-463091037629115806</id><published>2008-06-22T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T18:57:53.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;"I don't have no fancy car. No trendy parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Is it me or my wallet she is after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;But then she said, "I'll pay for me" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I attacked her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sick, sick, sick. JP, but uh.. It's a perfect time to blog. Awesome, sick time to type up a blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's real cool outside, it was muggy hot all day until this breeze just set in. Flowing through the shades, cooling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm on the phone with the "pirate" looking out this window, chewing on ice from this cup. I feel like I should get a freezer or something from Taco Bell, but since my late employment with them years and years ago, fuck Taco Bell. And their powdered meat. I only fucks with the cinnamon twist anyways, shit is munching. Good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, chewing on ice isn't real good for your teeth. It's an habit for me though, an &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Mom Urban Legends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You know, that shit they tell you is wrong only to satisfy their own fears of you hurting or injuring yourself. That caca-mamy-bullcrap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a dimer side, a friend of mines wants to go the Styx road tomorrow. I don't know, I'm not too keen on these poster boys who skateboard with fashions and trends-ions on. Shit look made up to me, like they're trying to walk the run way instead of riding that shit. Posers. But yeah, I got this interview to go too so......... we'll see man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Grego The Gr3at: &lt;/span&gt;you bein pussy not goin with us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Grego The Gr3at:&lt;/span&gt; just sit at home fgot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Grego The Gr3at:&lt;/span&gt; do a blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Grego The Gr3at:&lt;/span&gt; a myspac&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Grego The Gr3at: &lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dunk killer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sorry, meng. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dunk killer: &lt;/span&gt;I don't respect dudes with 3's in their SN's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dunk killer:&lt;/span&gt; (insert laughing smiley)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Grego The Gr3at: &lt;/span&gt;jajajaja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Grego The Gr3at:&lt;/span&gt; fuck your gf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dunk killer:&lt;/span&gt; Precisely. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which, I fixed my cousins break chain on this pullie. They need to bring out those Warranty insured. Pullies are easily torn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting some Chin Chin Chinese food, should be good. I'm not fucking with that generic Panda Express and Mama Fu's crap. I want that out of the back allies into the kitchen rat-chicken wings LOL but yeah, I'm done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and yeah, someone please sponsor my dude Grego man, SPONSOR! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Pops in Z boyz dvd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Waits for Chin Chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Harasses the pirate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ahoy Mates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="220" height="170"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xuht8&amp;amp;colors=background:4D4949;glow:666161;foreground:ABA7A7;special:FCE597;&amp;amp;related=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/xuht8&amp;amp;colors=background:4D4949;glow:666161;foreground:ABA7A7;special:FCE597;&amp;amp;related=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="220" height="170" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);   font-weight: bold; text-transform: uppercase; white-space: nowrap; font-family:Tahoma;font-size:36px;"&gt;BASTIEN&lt;/span&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/9030091458002882044-463091037629115806?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/463091037629115806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=463091037629115806' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/463091037629115806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/463091037629115806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dont-have-no-fancy-car.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-1623235695340688163</id><published>2008-06-22T09:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T09:29:34.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-size:24px;"&gt;"Roses are red, yellow, white.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-size:24px;"&gt;Where have you been all my life?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MSG From: Lizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's lizzy lube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8:51AM 6-22-08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;What an retard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Via Autozone&lt;/span&gt;: So AutoZone is having a Car Week parade or something... this coming week. The hell is that? It is when they choose a car (maybe yours) to parade their gay signs and promote actually nothing. But you get paid for it surprisingly. I don't know, I just might go take my chances at LizzyLube. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousin lost his first baby tooth last night, dude was proclaiming his manhood this morning lmfao. NO "neg." you still believe in the tooth fairy! "Neg." Yeah... so I fueled that tooth fairy crap by putting a Sacagawea coin under his pillow. Sue me?! Kids are kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up, grubbed on some cookie crisp and watched &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sponge Bob &lt;/span&gt;I couldn't continue the sleep, I had to be productive. - How the hell does spongebob have an ocean in a ocean? A beach underwater?? A beach in a beach?! But yeah, I am even more productive here at AutoZone. I need to get my oil changed, shits been leaking for a good week now. I mean, with the gas prices on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;davonmode&lt;/span&gt; (gay as hell) I can't waste a single drop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hold on! I hear the ice cream truck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;False alarm, shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But check, I'm looking forward to this day, so none you bastards try an fuck it up? It's already known males are the new panties, so it's hard to get within 4 feet of you fucks. Fucking, social circle. I refuse meng, I refuse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-goes to by a cylinder filter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;:/ damn, oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/9030091458002882044-1623235695340688163?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/1623235695340688163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=1623235695340688163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/1623235695340688163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/1623235695340688163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/06/roses-are-red-yellow-white.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-4474925630100637241</id><published>2008-06-20T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:38:09.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Dudes is too scared to take risk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Right, you pussies is making it harder for real niggas out here, you know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So my day was okay, until.. yeah, it was oddly shaped and lost foreground. She shapes my moods. Like, none of you could really understand how a single word from her affects me. Why explain? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So right, I had this small thing for Speech and I called it "The White Man's struggle", oh yeah, the irony has hit a new low huh? Yeah well, it was just something for school. Nothing tragic or too over drawn. I guess, being Caucasian, there is no real struggle. I mean, besides being poor.. when have we ever raised hell about ourselves? I guess, what I am trying to get across.. was this alter ego, of just being mad and fed up with being the barer of all evil. Thought I spare my readers but then again, I want to type this shit out here. Cause I think I did good. Yeah, yeah. Here it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm tired of the black man proposing me as a "threat". I'm tired of being blamed for oppression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"The white man holding the "others" down." Since when did I become the barer of suppression? I'm tired of explaining myself, who I am. Who I be. I'm yellow, green, blue, purple, and red. A different color from the bunch. Tired of being asked why I say this, why I speak this way. Why does my accent carry heavy like a black mans. My posterior and the way I fit my clothes. I'm tired of dudes saying I'm "106th &amp;amp; parked", when did a television show become the symptoms of "acting black"? Matter of fact, how do you act black? Is this something, you take a class for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"What up son" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"word up son"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Nah mean man?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"These N&amp;amp;%$!Z is crazy!"&lt;/div&gt; Wearing bagging jeans, Fubu and crazy african entrepreneur outfits? Or subscribing to the latest issue to Jet Magazine, the Source, or VIBE. Or eating chicken, saying I'm pro-ghetto. &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Am I a cracker with pride? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;THAT'S RACIST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No, what is racist is you being subjected to no change. Living in the same ages of the "colored man" and the sheep flocked slaves. How am I the reason for Master porches and hot cotton fields? My fore fathers wasn't apart the separation to conquer "them" plan. "Tell them they're different, they'll hold their tongues!!" Our society is a crumble of mixed babies and different races. But still we sit and say we're voting, based on the color of his/or her skin... Rather than facts and liability we hold him/ or her in? I'm a sane white man, lost in a morally challenged world. Ashamed to greet my partners, ashamed to speak the words of my youth. Racism has been around for years with different cloaks and hidden mirrors. Asian American, Black American, Jewish American, Mexican American, Irish American.. White American, Native American, all American. My son will be excited about the Civil Right Movement. My daughter will know the struggles Asian Americans when through during the Pearl Harbor Crisis. My son will know no color. My daughter won't be ashamed of her feelings. My children will grow up knowing we all we're created equal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That wasn't all, but I think I got the most of the most out of the paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The parts that really counted more than the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm cooling now. It feels good outside, right Marc? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm telling you. I have some thinking to do right now though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-pushes up headphones. sits back and let's the record play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;shut up Noah, with your 13K song playlists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-4474925630100637241?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/4474925630100637241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=4474925630100637241' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/4474925630100637241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/4474925630100637241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/06/dudes-is-too-scared-to-take-risk.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-471287697486443318</id><published>2008-06-17T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T01:19:14.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And then, something happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cooling. I slept for 4 something hours when I got home. I was exhausted and aggravated all in one. See, I'm trying to place myself into society. Walk amongst the sheep. But shit is hard. It's like trying to talk to an "igg nant" person who thinks diet soda help you loose weight. Like you can do better off with Coke Zero than the original Coke :/ Same shit? Drink water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;"Retorted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. Yeah. Trying to find your place in an environment of different cultures, religions, races, opinions... etc, etc. is nerve racking. Not only do you have to be considerate of others, you have to make sure whatever you say or do doesn't offend the next person. See? Isn't that shit crazy? You have your own opinions and beliefs but you have to be considerate of others. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On forward, my teacher is an 27 year old self centered brat. She has a Bachelors degree in Science but couldn't explain Newton's Law, correctly, to 27 students. And I hate her. Ah, I don't hate the broad meng, I just hate her opinions. I mean, first day.. okay, she made me take off my hat, cool.. it's cool. Second day, she made me leave my board outside, okay! Cool. The melt down started when she started criticizing me. Like, who the hell are you to tell me what to wear and sound like?? : /  -stops myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(99, 100, 102);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;LOS ANGELES&lt;/b&gt; - Skatepark &lt;br /&gt;Laguna Hills Skatepark &lt;br /&gt;25401 Paseo De Valencia &lt;br /&gt;Laguna Hills, CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 367px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed style="margin-bottom:5px;" src="http://www.vimby.com/swf/media/vVideoPlayerEmbed.swf" width="367" height="352" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="p_nID=6412&amp;amp;p_nRegionID=&amp;amp;p_nCategoryID=7&amp;amp;embed=1" scale="showall" allowscriptaccess="never" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="background: black; padding: 4px 18px; color: #ffc423; font-family: Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.vimby.com/video/sports/us/all/detail/6412"&gt;VIMBY - Laguna Hills&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dunks.killer:&lt;/span&gt; laguna kids get down like that, forills?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;G.O the GREAT:&lt;/span&gt; dude look like Corbin Blue(sp) in the beginning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; LMFAOOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-471287697486443318?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/471287697486443318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=471287697486443318' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/471287697486443318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/471287697486443318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-then-something-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-715360081452995527</id><published>2008-06-16T04:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T07:50:10.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;"It's like A fucking test."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, Kobe wasn't going to loose that game last night. He was puppeteering L.A. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- I had an off topic Sunday. I'm cereal. I wasn't doing anything I wanted to do yesterday. Liz was gone and I was left alone with idle time and homework. BULLSHIET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So uh, people's is deleting their blog pages or making the shit private. Uh? Okay?! Well, I'm going to delete that small link list anyways. You dudes is being homo right now!&lt;br /&gt;I came up with the top 5 reasons to why these Emo bastids is deleting/or privatizing their blog pages. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOP 5 REASONS I DELETED MY BLOG:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "I've found life now so I don't need to blog in the cyber world..."&lt;br /&gt;4. "I'm so tired of people judging by my blogs....."&lt;br /&gt;3. "No one reads my blog anyways.. "&lt;br /&gt;2. "...................................................................................."&lt;br /&gt;AND The number 1 reason these fools deleted/ or make private their blogs?!&lt;br /&gt;1. "I just need to find myself and I figured... I can only do by deleting my blog. -deletes, AHH! Now I can sleep a little easier.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just fucking around. : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But serious, peoples is strange these days. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I'm a strange asshole who likes to mock other lives and reality situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, I don't care "negga"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;school time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;sleep well viet-wigga! I'll call you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-715360081452995527?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/715360081452995527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=715360081452995527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/715360081452995527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/715360081452995527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-like-i-fucking-test.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-2959457010136920346</id><published>2008-06-15T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T01:50:49.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-size:24px;"&gt;"you is acting real gay right now"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;LOL, quote from Riley on Boondocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Man, I'm bored as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; !#$%^&amp;amp;*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Watching some Boondocks and old episodes of Venture Bros. (My shit) Eating a bowl of cheerios, bothering dude for music since Lime wire is being gay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hm, what to "blog" about now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Man, posting blogs is gay. Heh, seems gay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Like, can you picture a thug with a blogger page? Nah foreal, like.. dude chillin' with his boys talking about dumb shit and killing dudes and then he say some to the left shit like, "hold on man, let me go blog about this shit man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LMFAO for real! Saying, "Hold on man, I'm heated right now, let me go blog about this real quick..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I mean, that would be weird to see right? A thug blogging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But yeah, I'm sleepy kind of but not really. It's only 1AM so.. I'm using this idle time for absolutely nothing. Prolly going to watch some more Venture Bros and sippy sippy on this minute maid. Liz fell asleep on me like she had some type of asianitis. LOL, breathing all hard an shit. But I miss her : ( and her chomping on something in the late night ass. I'm not talking about shit on here so, I'll leave it as is and return to watching TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;outtie 5 trillions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit**&lt;div&gt;I don't even like Nelly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this shit feels like the "Steppin in my air force ones 2008" edition : |&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="339"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x5r02t"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x5r02t" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-2959457010136920346?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/2959457010136920346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=2959457010136920346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/2959457010136920346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/2959457010136920346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-dudes-is-acting-real-gay-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-1409927660149404552</id><published>2008-06-14T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T15:21:36.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;"It's not anti-social, it's life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How it goes? I've been absent a few blogger days, trying to fight these allergies. Keeping healthy and hydrated. Trying to catch up in these classes too, working, establishing my relationship etc. etc. Things that were needed to be done in order to have some type of balance in my life. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG SMILE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose I could go into detail but I would bore approximately 87% of bloggers who schemes through my blogs. So to sum it all up, I'm growing now and I would like thank those who've helped me grow as a man, a son, a uncle, a brother, a 'boyfriend" and a mutual friend. Without you, I couldn't grow. Thanks? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On forward. We type, talk, communicate how we have that significant half in our lives and how they makes us feel, blah blahh. We say things one day ending up with a total mind warp the next. Love comes and love goes these days right? You feel me? No? I'll elaborate. You have two marbles together right? Place these two in a circle and now you have them in a complete 360 right? 360 making it a circle. Making it whole. So then, you add other marbles to the circle and the other marbles determines what happens to the first two marbles. Heh, altering what the first two marbles we're even doing there to begin with. LOL, I confused you huh? (Wtf Carm? Marbles? Really?) My bad. Uh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, so, the circle is life, love, success, fidelity and trust. The two marbles are male and female.. or if you're homosexual, something totally different? Right? And the other marbles are friends, family, other people outside of the two, etc. etc. I don't know (I say Idk a lot) just, man, if you're trying to establish something with someone just do it yourself. Don't ask "Keke and them" how they feel about it. Don't involve family members and shiet. I mean, advice is cool and everything but let's be real, it's your life and at the end of the day, your opinion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So! With all of that out the way, Josh is a awesome person, I saw a few of his competitions down at Vince Beach, it's cool. Don't know who Josh is? Josh is a perfessional surfer. Still don't know? Video:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 367px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed style="margin-bottom:5px;" src="http://www.vimby.com/swf/media/vVideoPlayerEmbed.swf" width="367" height="352" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="p_nID=159&amp;amp;p_nRegionID=&amp;amp;p_nCategoryID=7&amp;amp;embed=1" scale="showall" allowscriptaccess="never" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a style="background: black; padding: 4px 18px; color: #ffc423; font-family: Helvetica, Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.vimby.com/video/sports/us/all/detail/159"&gt;VIMBY - Josh Sleigh and the Grinch&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i'm outtie 5 million.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i miss you so much woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/9030091458002882044-1409927660149404552?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/1409927660149404552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=1409927660149404552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/1409927660149404552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/1409927660149404552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-not-anti-social-its-life.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-2739085179770417215</id><published>2008-06-10T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T13:06:28.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;"We're just the elite. A TV station, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;controlling your minds through the tube." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in a frenzy state searching for an updated article ons planetary alignments, solar eclipse, or anything new from NASA and she finds this shit easily. Women. If anything, they know how to "dig up" information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SE7eihi09cI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/D6AyPKg9lik/s320/vietgoogle.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aside from that, school is stressing me. I'm having these back of the head headaches. I've never had this shit before. Plus this heat wave in So. Cal is killer. I'm a winter baby, I can't handle this dead heat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got Seeing Sounds earlier this morning, dude was dressed in a weird UPS outfit, but I got it! 15 tracks? The leaked version only had 12, ha.. must purchase. But Liz sent me the leaked Cold Play album.. I like it, it could top Seeing Sounds, maybe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, on forward: A lot of my friends are hitting me up for advice on this drawing competition for school. You're suppose to take an Ad, any Ad, and come up with a completely different concept of it. So, say I use something like a Tooth Brush: Crest ad, I would then have to make it over completely. Having absolutely nothing to do with Crest. Odd? Odd. I was going to do it but I rather watch the Laker game. So, friends. I have no advice to give. Just do something you like and turn it into something you like even more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I leave it here.. oh, and I can't believe they featured Pacifica on VIMBY videos - coolingbeans that is. Almost the best OLD FASHIONED skatepark in all of California. I travelled to just spend a day there. Worth the travel, so worth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(99, 100, 102);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;SAN FRANCISCO&lt;/b&gt; - Skatepark &lt;br /&gt;Pacifica Skatepark &lt;br /&gt;540 Crespi Dr. &lt;br /&gt;Pacifica, CA 94044&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(99, 100, 102);   line-height: 16px;font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(99, 100, 102);   line-height: 16px;font-family:Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed style="margin-bottom:5px;" src="http://www.vimby.com/swf/media/vVideoPlayerEmbed.swf" width="367" height="352" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="p_nID=6588&amp;amp;p_nRegionID=&amp;amp;p_nCategoryID=7&amp;amp;embed=1" scale="showall" allowscriptaccess="never" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;NOTE * I am the first, to have, LAZER GUN.MP3 featured on blog. &lt;/span&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/9030091458002882044-2739085179770417215?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/2739085179770417215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=2739085179770417215' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/2739085179770417215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/2739085179770417215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/06/were-just-elite.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SE7eihi09cI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/D6AyPKg9lik/s72-c/vietgoogle.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-3712165021279891355</id><published>2008-06-09T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T22:58:32.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"do you have some sicilian inside you... " -smirks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So uh, new blog? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You likes it meng, you likes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...... uh, yeah, night?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;LEAVES WITH A FUNNY CONVO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;davon.:&lt;/span&gt; C turns the light on to play hide and seek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dunk killer: &lt;/span&gt;LMFAO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dunk killer: &lt;/span&gt;Yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dunk killer:&lt;/span&gt; YEAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dunk killer:&lt;/span&gt; we turn on them lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dunk killer: &lt;/span&gt;to find your ass nigga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;marcucio.: &lt;/span&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;marcucio.:&lt;/span&gt; *D turns the lights out* .. "NAHHHH YOU CHEATING NIGGA!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dunk killer:&lt;/span&gt; LMFAO!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;* edit, comes back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess, you can say I am an asshole at times. And I guess, you can say we're meant to have our horizontal to vertical ups and downs. But nothing and no one compares to you. I fiend you entirely in a million miles distance (if possible). And nothing here could come between "your hearts fate" You know this? I was never the guy to type sappy shit in the blog about his awesome girlfriend, but tonight, I'm laying all my pride on the table for you. Under the circumstances of being laughed at, called gay, or in the crowds of "awww's" - it's all for you. My words are small, and meaningless here. But you should know how I feel, not spoken... there's not a day I don't remind you of how I feel dude -scratch that, babes ** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"catch your balls people"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Kill all that whack shit, you people have no idea what's going on behind the smoke and mirrors of our society. Aside from your cars and trendy pants, shirts, accessories.. there is of an greater issue at hand. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOUR GOVERNMENT&lt;/span&gt;. Do you trust them? Should you trust in them? Do I have to vote for Obama because he speaks of "Change". Why was Mrs. Clinton so easily to give up a long run to become the first WOMAN President? How many politicians fabricated lies and deceitful ways to corrupt our country. Fuck, the US is in for a Rude Awakening (not plugging Ace's album/mix-tape but go get that anyways!) From higher gas prices to borrowing money from the number one country who hates our guts, we're slowly but surely setting ourselves up for failure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, before we go down, is there any last request you'd like to make? You can call this a personal declaration for yourself. Here's a few things I've listed before I end up in U.S debt. World War III:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat a Staten Island Pizza, with extra garlic and cheese&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read the Count of Monte Cristo, on a beautiful Fall day.. again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend $1,000.oo on absolutely nothing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lay in the grass, and feel all itchy when I go inside to take a bath.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eat a whole bag of peanut M&amp;amp;M's, fuck if I am allergic to it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Punch a red neck in the face.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make love under a Sickamore Tree - google that, if you don't know what a Sickamore Tree is.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get into a good debate over Pepsi One and Coke Zero&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Curse my manager out (out loud this time)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walk in the rain...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Catch lightening bugs in a jar with my nephews&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be a perfect father. Yes, I mean.. perfect, absolutely perfect. No flaws, no abandonment, no regrets, just fatherhood in it's full responsibility.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write a letter to the company that convinced Americans Vitamin Water is actually "healthy"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;night.&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/9030091458002882044-3712165021279891355?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/3712165021279891355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=3712165021279891355' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3712165021279891355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3712165021279891355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/06/do-you-have-some-sicilian-inside-you.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-3655198740192024893</id><published>2008-06-08T20:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T20:36:45.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"FUCK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHAT THE FUCK?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"AHH! #%#^UGS(%EJ!HGR!J(64"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Babe, my stomach hurts from the disappointment of this game.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yup, that's all Carmine and his potty mouth right there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're basically sitting here watching the Lakers get their asses kicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to have some hope and faith in the team, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, we were 20 points down during the Spurs game ..&lt;br /&gt;But this time.. it doesn't look like we'll get a chance to win at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-throws phone on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#%#^!?#%)#!$!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoops, can't do that because Carmine is on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;My little pandabutt :) Awww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pandas, my little sister went to see Kung Fu Panda today and brought back this little guy for me. SO CUTE EH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i29.tinypic.com/t7hgea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,  before I get the hell out of your blog babe..&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little snippaged of the convo I had with Jeanri earlier...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/316koox.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That hasta make you smile bunches!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer up my little pandabutt and I love youuuuuu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-3655198740192024893?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/3655198740192024893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=3655198740192024893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3655198740192024893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3655198740192024893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/06/fuck-what-fuck-ahh-ugsejhgrj64-babe-my.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i29.tinypic.com/t7hgea_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-6059243529815289118</id><published>2008-06-08T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T00:49:17.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"We don't have sex, we make cookies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good day, night, afternoon people.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not staying in order huh?)&lt;br /&gt;It was a stupid nice day, was it not? It was one of those relaxed ones &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meng&lt;/span&gt;, where you could chill with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;slurpie&lt;/span&gt; or some fresh now-and-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;laters&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;cheeses&lt;/strong&gt; My day was cooling till I ended up having a small fight with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Viet&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wigga&lt;/span&gt;. To top it off, some ho asked a friend of mine if I was prejudice. YEAH?! ME PREJUDICE?! : /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effed. But I'm chill, it's good finally. Took a whole damn day of negativity to get something worth a nights rest. I had an brief conversation with a pal of mine on politics and "secret societies" - And dude &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bustes&lt;/span&gt; out saying, "THE 2008 ELECTIONS ARE GOING TO BE CANCELLED" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;LMFAO&lt;/span&gt;, dude sound more paranoid than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want to brief things up, so I can lay my ass down. So... BULLETINS?! YEAH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mya&lt;/span&gt; (laughs) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shanell&lt;/span&gt; are gay. Not good rainbow gay, more like, bad lesbian sex gay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Laker&lt;/span&gt; game &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tomm&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Americas Best Dance Crew Live auditions is on&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drinking a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sobe&lt;/span&gt;, so good, so good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Notice the ( *** ) on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt;, if you see the ( *** ) it indicates my favorite tracks out of the whole damn thing, non-important you say, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;importante&lt;/span&gt; to me, I say : ]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I BOOTLEGGED &lt;strong&gt;N*E*R*D&lt;/strong&gt; ALBUM OKAY?! But I support the artist, none the less and I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-ordered. Thanks Amazon.com&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just laugh and walk away in the middle of their foolishness, I swear, you'll piss that person or persons off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-munchies on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lemonheads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to brush my teeth later&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; about my teeth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Deftones&lt;/span&gt; collection of marked Concert pens for 12.99, you say.. "retarded carmine".. I say, "collection worth gold some day, assholes"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Liz touches herself when she sees me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always wanted to be the green Ranger, he had a cool pony tail and banged Kimberly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;LMFAOOO&lt;/span&gt; @ THIS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;TWIX&lt;/span&gt; COMMERCIAL&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shin Chin is awesome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;........... brain fart....... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was banned from wearing my "Make Her Pussy Farts" tee-shirt on campus. &lt;strong&gt;What ever happened to freedom of expression?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-6059243529815289118?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/6059243529815289118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=6059243529815289118' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/6059243529815289118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/6059243529815289118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-dont-have-sex-we-make-cookies.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-800171573648571242</id><published>2008-06-06T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T12:46:16.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h32/kiickpushh/1zxmj53gif.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i60.photobucket.com/albums/h32/kiickpushh/1zxmj53gif.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I still have faith in L.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;my playlist&gt; yours dude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-800171573648571242?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/800171573648571242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=800171573648571242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/800171573648571242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/800171573648571242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-still-have-faith-in-l.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-3030729097705856623</id><published>2008-06-05T08:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T10:16:21.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I'm tired of talking to myself."&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure what to think of this situation anymore. Hell, it's not any of my business. So I guess! Which ever road you guys decide to take, maybe you'll end up happier? Yeah, I think it'll be good once you've gotten all this madness out of the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So! I'm in a bummed mood and there is no one to ease the bummed-ness. I don't know, maybe I'm looking for someone to tell me to shut the fuck up and proceed with my day. I lost this book, how in the hell did I do this? No clue.. but I need it right now for the HW, BS. Bumming me out. Hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, I was tempted to see someone(s) in NY Monday but I figured it'll just be a waste of time. I just wanted to leave so quickly... I don't know why I wanted to leave so quickly. Maybe I was scared of getting caught out of state? Maybe. As a matter of fact, I hate the Bronx.. and the people in it. I didn't use to hate it so much. It use to consume my life. The people, my family, friends, etc, etc. But now I just hate it. The smell, the streets, each bodega... maybe that's why I wanted to leave so quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This whole dollar being insignificant thing is worrying me. The whole thing about the new "Amero" dollar sounds like a total disaster. Damn youtube and their youtube videos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to talk to Liz, till she kicks me off and goes to work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then attempt to draw. I don't feel inspiration for it anymore but It is HW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Oh and, just cause I bootlegged Seeing Sounds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; doesn't mean I don't support my artist! Lizzy!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Thank Amazon.com for that =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9030091458002882044-3030729097705856623?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/3030729097705856623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=3030729097705856623' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3030729097705856623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3030729097705856623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-tired-of-talking-to-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-7835582186474665273</id><published>2008-06-04T18:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T18:17:19.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;"You know you can't stay mad at me, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 24px; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Okay, fine. If you insist." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But yeah, I decided to blog only importante shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, who am I kidding? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'lls blogs whatevers thes hells Is feels likes bloggings [/ghetto (s) slang]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top 10 things needed to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Updated playlist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loan in my grasp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NY for a day was fun but also sad, at the same time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;E=MC2 ??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally figured out the method to my madness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm anti-people, freal, freal. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing Sounds June 10th !&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Happening June 13th ! (Idk, I like the directors previous movies, so this might be good.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lizzy makes her shoes from baby cow skins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New love for enchiladas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;peace pce.&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/9030091458002882044-7835582186474665273?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/7835582186474665273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=7835582186474665273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/7835582186474665273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/7835582186474665273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-know-you-cant-stay-mad-at-me-right.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-3579077297582159346</id><published>2008-06-02T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T09:11:18.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sorry babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, I can't bare to look at that kitty picture any longer. I'm currently at work .. I really should be "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;working&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" but instead here I am .. writing in your blog and stuffs. I'm sure you don't mind, right? I miss you lots! I kept thinking about our little talk last night. I understood everything you were saying because I feel the same exact way. As far as those outside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;forces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that may try to tug and pull to get us part, at the end of the day - we are pulled right back to each other. I love that but most importantly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;! Lately, there's been all sorts of little bumps on the road and I know how frustrating it can be. But you know what? You're still going strong and that's &lt;u&gt;amazing&lt;/u&gt;. Sometimes, its going to be those broken roads you have to take in order to get to the places most worth staying forever in. Some days are going to be hills and others, mountains. But once you've reach the top, you've overcome the hardest part and the rest of it shall be a walk in the park. Each new day will present a whole set of new paths, each step will be guide you toward a new direction. But regardless of it the path is through a field of flowers or that darkest forest, as long as we find our way through together .. that's all that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;matters&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, at the end of the day.. the only thing I could be is the person that I am, and somehow, some way, just hold out hope that it would be enough to help you get through every new day with nothing less than a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on your face. Well, I'm totally rambling again so I'll stop here. I get all rambly when I'm trying to say so much all at once, (you know what I mean? lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So yeah, I barely got to talk to you this morning. I didn't really have much of a voice because of my cold and your stupid phone kept hanging up :/ You better call me when you get off the plane so I know that you're okay. I &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you Carmine and I can't wait to hear from &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i28.tinypic.com/9bkjup.png" /&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/9030091458002882044-3579077297582159346?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/3579077297582159346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=3579077297582159346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3579077297582159346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3579077297582159346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/06/sorry-babe-i-cant-bare-to-look-at-that.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i28.tinypic.com/9bkjup_th.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-8873259925290328359</id><published>2008-05-30T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T23:23:08.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;LMFAO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;@ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SEDtqZNzM6I/AAAAAAAAATU/0dJSO3ZN6w0/s320/coolness.jpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aw man, hilarious this is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'm cooling tonight, enjoying the breeze from my window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the chill on my socks, the tiny bird sound from my phone..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, that's just Liz. : /&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah, you guys like the picture I made up above?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shit is cool "bruh" "meng", but yeah, took me an hour or so to do it, nice??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HUH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HUH?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sips on slurpie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;gnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ily-viet-wigga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-8873259925290328359?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/8873259925290328359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=8873259925290328359' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/8873259925290328359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/8873259925290328359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/05/lmfao-aw-man-hilarious-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SEDtqZNzM6I/AAAAAAAAATU/0dJSO3ZN6w0/s72-c/coolness.jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-3370219386904213514</id><published>2008-05-29T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T00:15:04.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;List of crap, going on, in my head, featuring, pending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;you're making me...  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp;^$%!*=+?&gt;&lt;,&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love you meng, I love you. You're my sole to my shoelace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;layout di di dum sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my ramen noodles are cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching Birdman, blogging.. = muti-tasking-talent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;will she ever get tired of me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;playoffs!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm not sleepy : /&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;everyone is going &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, they even have "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;go green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" grocery bags.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;let's run away? no way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you're a hater&lt;/span&gt;" is like embedded in me now, sucks. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ramen noodles tastes good cold&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i still have my old nintendo 64 &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&gt; :/&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i'm not going to school tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;-102.15 withdrawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;goodnite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt; : /&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/9030091458002882044-3370219386904213514?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/3370219386904213514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=3370219386904213514' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3370219386904213514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3370219386904213514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/05/thing-one-youre-making-me.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-213617185080639416</id><published>2008-05-26T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:41:05.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>: /&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-size:24px;"&gt;eff the SPURS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This shit is weak. Buster ass, San Ant Spurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-213617185080639416?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/213617185080639416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=213617185080639416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/213617185080639416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/213617185080639416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/05/eff-spurs.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-3616164919558500855</id><published>2008-05-16T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:42:26.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hi babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been home from work for a good hour or so now. I called you earlier but you've already left for work. Grr! I miss you. I don't feel so good at the moment. It feels like a gazillion kangaroos jumping up and down in my tummy. That shouldn't be good. I just want to crawl into my bed and talk to you but you're still at work (and will be for a few more hours). Ugh, damn that place called work. [roll my eyes] Man, who needs to go to work anyways? Come home already. [close my eyes for a second and make a wish] !$%^*! Nope, you're still not home.  Oh well, it was worth a try right? I'm going to look for some pain killers and a fuzzy blanket to keep me company while I wait for you. I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;- me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-3616164919558500855?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/3616164919558500855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=3616164919558500855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3616164919558500855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/3616164919558500855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/05/hi-babe.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-117919481238511859</id><published>2008-05-15T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:44:12.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is carmine when he was 4 yr. old on his little horsey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i25.tinypic.com/15yfbxc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwwww, isn't he a cutie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been many years but now I'm proud to say my little pandabutt have grown quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's even starring in his own hollywood movie now ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SCzzcl_EPcI/AAAAAAAAARs/bHNKx5IUhdY/s1600-h/seserseersre.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SCzzcl_EPcI/AAAAAAAAARs/bHNKx5IUhdY/s320/seserseersre.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200799342264597954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHH YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;-drops kick carmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's panda time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me stop being retarded and write a little something something for my little something special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi my little pandabutt!&lt;br /&gt;I know you're at work .. hardly working and just sitting there devouring those delicious m&amp;amp;ms cookies. Smh! It's okay because me and Vicky had lots of fun this afternoon making dinner and smoothies. Luckily, I was thoughtful enough to save you some :) I've missed you lots. It's been such an eventful afternoon and I have much to tell you. Oh, I can't wait to show you all the pictures I took either. Hurry up and come home okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, your phone sucks.&lt;br /&gt;-throws it on the ground &amp;amp; smile innocently&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/9030091458002882044-117919481238511859?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/117919481238511859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=117919481238511859' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/117919481238511859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/117919481238511859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-carmine-when-he-was-4-yr.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i25.tinypic.com/15yfbxc_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-6124331167651505327</id><published>2008-05-11T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T00:06:09.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;I'm a lovaholic for you. Plus the fact that my love is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 13px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;You appear as though you're from Columbia.&lt;br /&gt;You's keep it tight for me like Ziplocs.&lt;br /&gt;And I just got high when we lip lock... and you just got high when we lip lock.&lt;br /&gt;So you search for me with a flashlight, in the daylight... cause I'm you're get right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-6124331167651505327?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/6124331167651505327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=6124331167651505327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/6124331167651505327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/6124331167651505327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-lovaholic-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-6139094040183274603</id><published>2008-05-11T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:14:04.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When Life Throws You Lemons, Paint That Shit Gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-moves head to beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm all extra excited with my itouch right now, when I jailbreaked it.. I knew it was meant to be. I got this MPC500 loaded on there.. heavy bass, an EP, daft tuner, TB303.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;SEXY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got a few games on there too.. some Tony Hawk, chess, checkers, monopoly... etc, etc. Neat huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Besides that, I haven't been GTA'ing much, work takes over idle time and when I get off work I'm either out or taken over by Tizzy Tequila LMFAO! @ Tizzy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;LMFAOOOOOO MORE @ Lizzy McBeal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;: /&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;go to hell though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/9030091458002882044-6139094040183274603?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/6139094040183274603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=6139094040183274603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/6139094040183274603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/6139094040183274603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-life-throws-you-lemons-paint-that.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-5469007227959473410</id><published>2008-05-06T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T21:41:14.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hacked.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SCEwtk16OpI/AAAAAAAAARk/PS-KffY2cVM/s1600-h/Picture+001x.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SCEwtk16OpI/AAAAAAAAARk/PS-KffY2cVM/s400/Picture+001x.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197489004504300178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola amigo! Me llamo Lizzy. Lmao, urm I'm not sure what that was about. Guess I'm craving for some mexican food or something tryin to habla espanol like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, how cute is that picture huh? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO CUTE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know my hippie self screamed like a little school girl when I saw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-order  the guy shirt for Carmine&lt;br /&gt;Aw, he'll look so cutesy in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I was waiting for him to get off work, I had a little convo with Dreyfuss.&lt;br /&gt;› Lizzy: whenever he calls&lt;br /&gt;› Lizzy: it say "love is calling"&lt;br /&gt;-insert giggly face&lt;br /&gt;Drey: really&lt;br /&gt;Drey: when jeanri calls&lt;br /&gt;Drey: it says&lt;br /&gt;› Lizzy: yes really.&lt;br /&gt;Drey: RESTRICTED is calling&lt;br /&gt;-insert straight face&lt;br /&gt;› Lizzy: lmaoo&lt;br /&gt;Drey: aw.. so cute.&lt;br /&gt;› Lizzy: LMAOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I love it when he calls. Hehehhehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s58.photobucket.com/albums/g264/that_temptasian/smlyz/?action=view&amp;amp;current=corazoncito.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g264/that_temptasian/smlyz/corazoncito.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drey calls me "Lizmine"&lt;br /&gt;:|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-roll my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I told Carmine and he nearly fell out of the bed laughing.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh that's so creative."&lt;br /&gt;Heh not. SO CORNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's on the phone right now, probably picking his nose or thinking about me. OR neither of those. LOL, nah he's getting quiet .. so hopefully he didn't fall asleep yet. I wouldn't be surprise if he did anyways, he worked hard today. -pat him on the back- my little squishyfacepandabuttmuch &lt;333333 I know how much you hate work babe, hang in there okay? Gotta stay on your grind. Plus you gotta feed my hungry ass right? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-5469007227959473410?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/5469007227959473410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=5469007227959473410' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/5469007227959473410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/5469007227959473410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/05/hacked.html' title='hacked.'/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SCEwtk16OpI/AAAAAAAAARk/PS-KffY2cVM/s72-c/Picture+001x.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-8749878240397875777</id><published>2008-05-02T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T13:41:35.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If I was you, I'd hate you too."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pissed. I can't even explain, how I am. I can just sum up this crap... in one word. I'm trying real hard to not express this mood. I was even going to save it, hide it and not post a blog about. Hide behind this crap and be all La-de-da-happy.. "My day is so awesome..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blaaaaaaaaaaaahp! ...........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pause&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my little cousin gave me a gerber cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;!*&amp;amp;^%$!*@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all soggy and wet. But dang, that was nice of him. Made my day a little better. A toddler with no care in the world meng. Lucky little caca. Changed my mood and everything, cooling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I re-did my blog, after saying I wasn't going to touch it again. Or did I? I have short term memory. But! It's nice right?? I did the banner myself -groupies myself, shines a little bit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I like it, took me 30 minutes to do, not even! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alright so, that's it. I'm working, then go see Iron Man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAZE GET THAT SO WE CAN GET UP ON XBOXLIVE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-gives her time to herself today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-8749878240397875777?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/8749878240397875777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=8749878240397875777' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/8749878240397875777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/8749878240397875777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-i-was-you-id-hate-you-too.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-6207092944982342742</id><published>2008-04-15T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T15:47:10.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're the perfect thing to say.</title><content type='html'>Hey lurkers and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Lizzy and I'm hacking into Carmine's blog. -brush my shoulders off- Originally, I wanted to go in here and give it a make-over but I don't know how to make shit all boy-ish &amp;amp; 'fresh'. Lord knows everything I make is all girly and BRIGHTLY COLORED! I don't think he would like that very much. So instead I'll tell you guys a cute little story that happened last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SAUoo-PAzkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Rxkf-82a02U/s1600-h/2233109335_299d6dbde7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SAUoo-PAzkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Rxkf-82a02U/s400/2233109335_299d6dbde7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189598829980208706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;"He who goes to bed hungry dreams of pancakes." - Proverbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my boyfriend would be the last person on earth that would go to bed hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last night, 11:57pm ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-carmine dropping pots and pans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!@#%#^$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: uh babe what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;him: i'm going to make pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;me: -dies laughing-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;me: now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;him: whattt? i'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;me: -laughs harder&lt;br /&gt;him: just two okay? just two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-carmine goes back to making more ruckus when my ass is trying to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO!&lt;br /&gt;That was almost too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's even cuter is that post in my blog? I mean, at first I wanted to beat him up big time but then .. awwwwx100. I love it, all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g264/that_temptasian/smlyz/blush.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going through all kind of shit lately.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it just makes me want to put a paper bag over my head &amp;amp; crawl underneath his bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like earlier today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SAUvzuPAzmI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ByBNJXw9ASI/s1600-h/STA_5416x2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SAUvzuPAzmI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ByBNJXw9ASI/s400/STA_5416x2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189606711245196898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But you know what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You've been more than wonderful putting up with my PMSing self all weekend and now all of bullshit? It means a lot, it really does. I know I don't say all that mushy gushy stuffs but I want you to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I feel a whole lot better knowing you're here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Remember what I said in that text message earlier today? I meant it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll go do some homework and wait till you call during your break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;MUAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g264/that_temptasian/smlyz/7fa650bd.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-6207092944982342742?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/6207092944982342742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=6207092944982342742' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/6207092944982342742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/6207092944982342742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/04/youre-perfect-thing-to-say.html' title='you&apos;re the perfect thing to say.'/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SAUoo-PAzkI/AAAAAAAAAMc/Rxkf-82a02U/s72-c/2233109335_299d6dbde7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-5035336087232410942</id><published>2008-04-15T11:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T11:02:31.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gravitation cannot be held responsible for people falling in love. How on earth can you explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love? Put your hand on a stove for a minute and it seems like an hour. Sit with that special girl for an hour and it seems like a minute. That's relativity."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-5035336087232410942?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/5035336087232410942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=5035336087232410942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/5035336087232410942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/5035336087232410942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/04/gravitation-cannot-be-held-responsible.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-6189052741008016264</id><published>2008-03-27T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T06:00:09.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Carmine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/R-uXniyniuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-E35EfH9HO0/s1600-h/untitledjhgyut76700yt90.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/R-uXniyniuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-E35EfH9HO0/s400/untitledjhgyut76700yt90.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182402501829692130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOP OF THE MORNING TO YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I would call before I leave for school and such but I'll let you get some rest .. you've got a long day ahead of you. Now get your lazy butt up and go start your day with a smile mmkay? Smile because it confuses people, lol. Let me stop being silly and wish you a good day at school (and work too)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't forget to do your laundry when you get a chance babe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Lizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-6189052741008016264?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/6189052741008016264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=6189052741008016264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/6189052741008016264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/6189052741008016264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/03/carmine-top-of-morning-to-ya-i-would.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/R-uXniyniuI/AAAAAAAAAJk/-E35EfH9HO0/s72-c/untitledjhgyut76700yt90.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-6945209779771398017</id><published>2008-03-24T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T19:52:40.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lmaowofpawofiwefiapwoefnipwe</title><content type='html'>I'm tired if this shit Shanell&lt;br /&gt;Stay the fuck out my bed&lt;br /&gt;I smell your sexed cameltoe ass from a mile away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOSNIAN PANNIES ALL ON MY FLOOR!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shit, made my night though:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dunk killer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dunk killer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Get yo mothafucking girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jay.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Tell Lizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dunk killer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Out my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jay.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jay.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jay.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jay.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jay.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jay.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(straight face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jay.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LMADOMAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jay.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LMADOMDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dunk killer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(laughing out loud)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jay.:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LMAOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dunk killer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LMFAOOOOOOOOOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-6945209779771398017?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/6945209779771398017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=6945209779771398017' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/6945209779771398017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/6945209779771398017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/03/lmaowofpawofiwefiapwoefnipwe.html' title='lmaowofpawofiwefiapwoefnipwe'/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-1062287217345639451</id><published>2008-03-17T04:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T06:29:38.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>insomniacured.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;First time in days, I fell asleep more soundly than most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5RksdQrqLNs&amp;amp;hl=" width="300" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Zero 7 - Home: &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt;fucking song. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-1062287217345639451?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/1062287217345639451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=1062287217345639451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/1062287217345639451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/1062287217345639451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/03/insomniacured.html' title='insomniacured.'/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-2451950488235478810</id><published>2008-03-14T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T04:25:08.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Things are getting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who had their bowls of wheates this morning? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-2451950488235478810?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/2451950488235478810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=2451950488235478810' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/2451950488235478810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/2451950488235478810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/03/things-are-getting-complicated.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-5934682087091826431</id><published>2008-03-05T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:58:40.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dunk killer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-whites out Davon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dunk killer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; -sees him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;shirtless D:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-dead-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dunk killer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-shoots him with a bottle cap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;big perm:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;shirtless D:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;this ninja just threw bleach on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dunk killer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LMFAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;big perm:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;big perm:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wilding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dunk killer:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;achk! iseeyoulizpeeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-5934682087091826431?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/5934682087091826431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=5934682087091826431' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/5934682087091826431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/5934682087091826431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-this-chat.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9030091458002882044.post-180367604420664763</id><published>2008-02-26T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:46:36.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O0dybAaZWuI&amp;amp;rel=" width="250" height="250" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Woman paralyzed, a man with a high pitch voice, and some dude who sounds like Darth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Vader&lt;/span&gt; in the audience. It's wrong to laugh but man, I would've too =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9030091458002882044-180367604420664763?l=californiaschemes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/feeds/180367604420664763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9030091458002882044&amp;postID=180367604420664763' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/180367604420664763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9030091458002882044/posts/default/180367604420664763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://californiaschemes.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>CM</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02421451164330626422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XF_w2fXfSww/SJEdZJwzTxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/N7ux4zEJOdk/S220/c.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
