<?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-5711182</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:32:09.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sameold</title><subtitle type='html'>Random law student talking about the same old shit..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189036375584785082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711182.post-109408891782939776</id><published>2004-09-01T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T20:36:45.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life of me..</title><summary type='text'>There I was, fresh from the ATM with 3 fresh greenbacks in my hand.  That's right folks, I was walking down the street armed with a fresh 60 bucks.  Where was I headed with all this bling?  In due time ye shall learn all ye needs to know.  So there I am, walking down the street, and I check my pockets and to my horror, I discover that my dinero is missing.  I done lost 60 dollars in the blink of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/109408891782939776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/109408891782939776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109408891782939776' title='A day in the life of me..'/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189036375584785082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711182.post-109406800868084000</id><published>2004-09-01T14:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T14:46:48.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School Pt. 2, with a Vengance!!</title><summary type='text'>I remember in High School I used to smoke pot for weeks on end and often had trouble differentiating between what season it was.  I remember, fondly, one field trip where our biology class went to the beach.  I decided I would try and count how many grains of sand there were -- 4 hours later I realized "whoa, there is a lot of it" and gave up.  The above stories are not true.  What you will read </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/109406800868084000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/109406800868084000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109406800868084000' title='Back to School Pt. 2, with a Vengance!!'/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189036375584785082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711182.post-109406700541731504</id><published>2004-09-01T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T14:30:05.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The one thing I like about George W Bush</title><summary type='text'>I happened to see the majority of Rudy Guliani's speech and I really liked it.  It was extremely entertaining, I thought, with great stories and jokes sprinkled on top for our viewing delight.  I'm not one to label myself a republican or a democrat, but one thing I really like about George Bush is that he does what he thinks is right, regardless of public opinion, or world opinion for that matter</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/109406700541731504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/109406700541731504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109406700541731504' title='The one thing I like about George W Bush'/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189036375584785082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711182.post-109406531232391533</id><published>2004-09-01T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T14:01:52.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><summary type='text'>So school starts up again soon.  Another fun filled year of learning.  I've beeen in school for about 20 years of my life -- pretty wild, eh?  I would think that with all that schooling I would know a lot more.  Alas, all I really know is that I am not a great blogger!  Lame jokes aside, I will now proceed to juggle.The first day of school is always interesting.  One can only wonder in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/109406531232391533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/109406531232391533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109406531232391533' title='Back to school'/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189036375584785082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711182.post-109353455701141418</id><published>2004-08-26T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T10:35:57.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's back</title><summary type='text'>from his trip to Israel.  I just returned a day ago.  Would be nice if I manage to post about my trip, which was amazing, but only time will tell.  I have a bad habit of promising to post blog entries and not coming through.  With that in mind, it is remarkable that I have been able to keep my religously loyal readership, which numbers around 2 on a good day, still coming back for more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/109353455701141418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/109353455701141418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109353455701141418' title='Guess who&apos;s back'/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189036375584785082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711182.post-108918682724509214</id><published>2004-07-07T02:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-07T02:53:47.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Jungle</title><summary type='text'>1. The ending to "Thelma and Louise" is quite powerful, I think.  It is definatley an amazing movie and I highly reccomend it.2.  I went to one of the biggest music festivals in the world this weekend.  It was great.  At one point I had to decide between seeing 1 of the following 4 bands as all were playing at the same time; Fuel, Jet, Five for Fighting, Indigo Girls -- and that was just from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/108918682724509214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/108918682724509214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108918682724509214' title='Welcome to the Jungle'/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189036375584785082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711182.post-108674274267701154</id><published>2004-06-08T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T19:59:02.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Things</title><summary type='text'>1) Let me say this before tip off -- The Pistons will win the NBA finals in 6 games.  The Lakers cannot match up with the Pistons.  Chauncey Billups is a beast, and Gary Payton/Derrick Fisher have no hope.Ben Wallace and 'Sheed v. Malone?  Forget about it.  To anyone attempting to guard Rip Hamilton, all I can say is R.I.P.  Games about to start, so I'll stop here.  But you heard it here first, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/108674274267701154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/108674274267701154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108674274267701154' title='2 Things'/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189036375584785082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711182.post-108311042179505015</id><published>2004-04-27T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T19:06:40.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No sleeep till Brooklyn</title><summary type='text'>I saw an article about a donkey trapped in an elephants body.  I clicked on the link expecting to read  about some wierd and freaky science experimen gone horribly wrong.  Sadly, the article was referring to politics and republicans.Conversation I had today by the vending machines:Me: This chocolate milk is sooo good, by far the best I've ever had.Friend: Nah, I don't like it.  It tastes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/108311042179505015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/108311042179505015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108311042179505015' title='No sleeep till Brooklyn'/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189036375584785082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711182.post-108002624916425404</id><published>2004-03-23T01:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T01:34:40.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random..</title><summary type='text'>Take a look at thisAn excellent article regarding the recent assasination of Sheikh Ahmed Yassin In lighter news, I love the 90's will be coming to VH1 in June and I can't wait.Top 3 personalities on I love the ( __ ) 's are 1) Michael Ian Black 2) Hal Sparks and 3) Donald Logue.What if you had a kid named Waldo?  I wonder how long it would take before you got sick of hearing "where's Waldo</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/108002624916425404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/108002624916425404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108002624916425404' title='Random..'/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189036375584785082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711182.post-107972748402945514</id><published>2004-03-19T14:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T14:20:29.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on a Friday afternoon...</title><summary type='text'>Just saw "School of Rock" yesterday and I thoroughly enjoyed it.  Jack Black is hillarious and his interaction with the kids is great.  Interesting note, all of the kids in the movie could play their own instruments, and many of them are musical prodigies, having been cast and recruited from musical summer camps for exceptionally gifted  kids.  Watching a 10 year old play guitar better than I can</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/107972748402945514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/107972748402945514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107972748402945514' title='Thoughts on a Friday afternoon...'/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189036375584785082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711182.post-107972670108774521</id><published>2004-03-19T14:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T14:07:58.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's back??</title><summary type='text'>A hearty "howdy!" to all -- I have returned.  I have not posted nearly as much as I would have wanted, but it always seems that when something bloggable occurs, the last place I happen to be is near a computer -- funny how that works.  So I've decided that maybe I'll transform this blog into a resevoir for my thoughts, and any detailed posts regarding my daily adventures can be considered to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/107972670108774521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/107972670108774521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107972670108774521' title='Guess who&apos;s back??'/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189036375584785082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711182.post-106790965594848533</id><published>2003-11-03T19:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T19:34:14.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'>High School High</title><summary type='text'>So I have this one class where every week a certain group of students are required to write a short 1 page response paper regarding the weeks reading.  Now, first things first, let me say that this class is a 2 hour a week waste of time.  Actually, I enjoy it as I spend a full 2 hours writing notes back and forth between me and the 2 people that sit beside me.  In any event, I had a busy weekend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/106790965594848533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/106790965594848533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106790965594848533' title='High School High'/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189036375584785082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711182.post-106429555367948549</id><published>2003-09-23T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T00:39:13.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bla bla blog</title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago, there was a ironman competition in town.  During the running portion, there were tons of bystanders cheering them on, giving them various drinks; "you're doing great! way to go! you're almost there!" etc.  So I got to thinking... wouldn't it be nice if those people would do that for me as a trudge along to class.  Is trudge a word?? How great would it be to walk to class with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/106429555367948549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/106429555367948549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106429555367948549' title='bla bla blog'/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189036375584785082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711182.post-106429533941416362</id><published>2003-09-23T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T00:35:39.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Higher Education..</title><summary type='text'>A great letter to the editor from the Michigan Daily..."Students should learn to pay attention to their professorsTo the Daily:As a projectionist who has spent nearly twelve years providing crucial media support for higher education, I was appalled by your article headed New technology tries to spice up outdated lectures (09/22/03). This preposterous headline was accompanied by a photograph</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/106429533941416362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/106429533941416362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106429533941416362' title='Higher Education..'/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189036375584785082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711182.post-106200159736250763</id><published>2003-08-27T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T11:31:11.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor, is that you??</title><summary type='text'>Israeli troops snatch palestinian gunmen from their hospital beds.  Check it out. Would you call this a house call?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/106200159736250763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/106200159736250763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106200159736250763' title='Doctor, is that you??'/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189036375584785082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711182.post-106196522347114669</id><published>2003-08-27T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T01:20:23.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep on truckin</title><summary type='text'>Was out the other day and a fellow classmate was telling me that she had 2 tatooes; a turtle on her hip and a rose on her ankle.  She loves roses, and turtles are her favorite animal.  I mentioned that her combination of tatts was ironic as I had a pet turtle at home named rose.  Some people thought I was being serious, others sensed that something strange was afoot.  Alas! You fools! I have no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/106196522347114669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/106196522347114669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106196522347114669' title='Keep on truckin'/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189036375584785082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711182.post-106185521352125970</id><published>2003-08-25T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T18:46:53.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Tidbits</title><summary type='text'>At the end of American Wedding yesterday, some girl tried to get a clap going.  At first I thought it was kind of lame, but I probably would have started clapping myself had it caught on.  The movie was just that goood!Was at the gym today.  There always seems to be a guy at the gym in great shape who just walks around the whole time and never works out.  He either bides his time looking at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/106185521352125970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/106185521352125970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106185521352125970' title='Random Tidbits'/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189036375584785082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711182.post-106178984764543653</id><published>2003-08-25T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T00:38:47.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saw "The Restaurant" on NBC today.  It was somewhat interesting.  Did anyone catch that 10 year old kid hitting on all those waitresses?!  That kid was out of control!  He was spitting more game than a bulimic at a monopoly party.  Play on playa.Is it just me, or does Rocco seem like a huge ass cocky bastard?  Bands that seem like they'd be cool to hang out with:Simple PlanSum 41Aerosmith</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/106178984764543653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/106178984764543653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106178984764543653' title=''/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189036375584785082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711182.post-106178584218616509</id><published>2003-08-24T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T01:00:27.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Wedding:  Who likes it?  I do! (lame, i know)</title><summary type='text'>AMERICAN WEDDINGSo I saw American Wedding today and though it was great.  Laughs, tears, vomit, the works.  I was seriously impressed though with how funny it was, def. exceeded my expectations.. Some classic lines in that movie..Call me wierd, but I say Stiflers mom is the hottest chick in the movie..  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/106178584218616509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/106178584218616509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106178584218616509' title='American Wedding:  Who likes it?  I do! (lame, i know)'/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189036375584785082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711182.post-106176588927064920</id><published>2003-08-24T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T01:00:58.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Soda</title><summary type='text'>THE BEST SODAI'm bored and drinking an ice cold Coke, so I thought it was time to give a run down of the best sodas out there.  On top of the list, hands down, is Coke. Woop Woop!  Ain't nothing better than an ice cold Coke on a warm summers day.  All you pepsi-drinkin, thumb fiddling, am radio listening fools who playa hate on da Coke need to reckognize game.  Coke is hands down better than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/106176588927064920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/106176588927064920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106176588927064920' title='The Best Soda'/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189036375584785082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711182.post-10617596574140502</id><published>2003-08-24T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T17:25:39.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interesting weekend..  sort of... Saw the rest of I love the 70's which = GOOD tv watching :-)  Was able to go shopping today and got some kosher smoked turkey which is the best meat I've ever had I think.  Its a tad expensive, but oh so worth it.  Asian pacific law student association is serving kosher meat at their fall picnick, it hought that was amusing.. for full details just ask.. its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/10617596574140502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/10617596574140502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#10617596574140502' title=''/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189036375584785082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711182.post-106157128505596908</id><published>2003-08-22T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T11:54:44.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Woke up at 11:30 today, an early start!  I don't know how long I will keep this blog thing going.. Much of the stuff I have to say I'd rather say to a real live person, not type into a box.  For example, I was thinking the other day that Ross from friends is not such a great father.  I mean really, he never really hangs out with Ben, and when he does, it is always in the context of some zany </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/106157128505596908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/106157128505596908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106157128505596908' title=''/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189036375584785082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711182.post-106153650626143350</id><published>2003-08-22T02:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T02:15:06.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some random b.s. awaits you...Blink182 just started playing on my playlist.. amazing band (and no, I'm not a 12 year old girl)Seems like the 80's had a lot more classic movies than the 90's had.  Breakfast Club, War Games, Back to the Future, Ferris Bueler, Stand by Me, Summer School etc.  "Tough Crowd" with Colin Quinn on Comedy Central is much better that I assumed it would be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/106153650626143350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/106153650626143350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106153650626143350' title=''/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189036375584785082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5711182.post-106153620246040815</id><published>2003-08-22T02:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T02:10:45.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, I guess this is my first post so here goes.   Summer went by fast, but I guess that is to be expected. Random tidbit: The word 'summer' is actually latin for "short lived but fun" from the latin roots of "Sum" which means 'short lived' and "mer" which means 'enjoyable'.  Interesting, eh?  Thank the lord for that college linguistics course I took!  In other news "I Love the 70's" has been</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/106153620246040815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5711182/posts/default/106153620246040815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameold.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106153620246040815' title=''/><author><name>Homer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17189036375584785082</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
