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                <title>Sorta Dead</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 13:57:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ older now, sorta older, work for AADAC, almost 4 years since my last update... no one i know looks here anymore... so i might as well update some of these... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~pyro5050</author>
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                <title>i am not dead</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 24 Oct 2004 22:15:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i am not dead, just masking the  liklyness of a dead person.... ]]></description>
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                <title>Confessions of a teenage drama queen!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 21 Apr 2004 18:15:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ heeheehee<br />
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i am done here soon, i just asked my  parents if they would have my car  waiting for me when i get to cold  lake... my mom said hell no. damn damn  damn.... how i wanted that car. i am  gonna get it for sunday weather they  like it or not... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> fucking 10 hours of  paintball and no car? that would be  hell....<br />
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i have to write one of my finals now.  so i can only write two tommorow and  one on friday.... so.... well....  yeah....<br />
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oh and i have had a total brain freeze  on writeing and drawing and shit like  that.... so.... yeah.... <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Just one thing, maybe two</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 13 Mar 2004 01:03:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ first, i think that humans are the  worst possible thing that could ever  have happened. look at the way we have  evolved into tools that are used to  destroy other objects, we kill all the  time, what is really the point?<br />
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secondly, i know i have not submitted  anything in a very long time, that is  cool though. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>i want you to read this</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 08 Feb 2004 14:10:35 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i want everyone who reads this to post  what they are, not male of female but  what they are. answer ]]></description>
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                <title>doobie</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 05 Feb 2004 11:44:49 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well here i am, making another of one  of my very few and infrequent posts  now. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> <br />
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so here i am sitting in my room,  realizing that in 24 hours i am going  to be writing a fucking mid term about  the history of ancient ROME, GREECE,  GERMANY, FRANCE, BRITAN, SPAIN, HUN'S  INVASION, PALINSTIEN, EGYPT, and then i  need to know everything from 3000 BCE  to 1598 CE, *common era, before Crist  is a religious term, it's been ruled  out by historans.*<br />
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yeah, i think i be fucked, i gotta know  popes, emporors, when they changed  cities names, when constantinopal fell  both times, when the byzantium empire  fell, when the holy crusades happened,  when the welsh bowmen invented giving  the middle finger. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> heeheehee<br />
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i can learn you on that, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> the middle  finger salute originated from the  hundred years war, which actually  lasted closer to 120 years. the english  troops trying to enforce their control  in france decided to take more land by  force. well, good for them, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> the  traditional style of warfare on  continental europe was a forward rush  with cavalry to crush your opponet  under your weight, france had one of  the better lord ships, so alot of  knights. the english told the welsh  bowmen *who used a modified traditional  english longbow making it more powerful  and such. as the french came at the  english with all their nobles, the  welsh bowmen opened fire and cut them  down, hundreds of french noble men were  killed in one single battle. all  because of the welsh bowmen. <br />
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now when the french would capture a  welsh bowmen in any battle after the  inital one, they figured what ways to  punish a prisoner of war, well they  could kill them, or make the welsh  bowman unable to perform his profession  of choice by cutting off his middle  finger and his pointer finger, the two  fingers used to draw a bow. later in  the war, the welsh bowmen knew that  they were supprem and also that their  fingers were prizes among the french  army. so before a battle would start,  the welsh bowmen knowing this would " salute" the french forces and dare them  to come and get their fingers, instead  the would hold a arrow across their  palm and use their pinky and ring  finger and pointer to hold the arrow  and their middle finger in salute, to  show that they were a bowman, their  arrows were straight and ready, and  they could still draw their bow. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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there you go, the history of the middle  finger. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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i hope you enjoyed that. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>hmmm, even more screwed up.</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2004 17:12:35 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i know i don't post much anymore. i  just don't feel like it. <br />
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so... my grandfather was diagnosed with  cancer last week, ya know what this  means? i have a genetic predisposition  for cancer. before i had just highly  suspected it, but now it's true. not  looking good for me. also as a male in  my family i have a high risk for high  cholesterol. i am working on that  though so i don't have a heart attack.  my head hurts, i have been having  little blackouts lately, so that can  only mean one thing, my concusions are  acting up, something serious may be  happening, if it gets worse, i'm gonna  book me a head scan to make sure. <br />
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yeah, that's essentailly my week in a  nutshell. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>BAH</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 17 Jan 2004 11:46:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i am so tired, i need to get a job, and  i am still single *wink wink* <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> never  miond. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>sooo tired! yet so fun</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2003 21:17:07 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <a href="http://www.illwillpress.com/vault.html">[link]</a> <br />
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go check that out, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> made me laugh fro  the last half hour. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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if your in the mood to laugh and be a  little sad <br />
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go watch this<br />
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<a href="http://www.ninjai.com">[link]</a><br />
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so yeah, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>oh my goodness. :)</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2003 10:59:20 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ well, a lot has happened these last two  days, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> <br />
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thursday: last day of clases, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> went  out, wound up drinking more than i  should have, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> danced on some speakers  with these two fine women, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> got some  phone numbers, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> passed out on the couch  upstairs, :0 that's about it for  thursday, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> i know i make it sound lame,  but it was so fun, one of the most fun  nights i have had, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />in a while. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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Friday night *at least i think it was  friday, it was last night*<br />
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so go to the duke, Jake Daniels was on  cheap last night, so me being the smart  person i am, i grab me a double. now JD  is too damn sweet, it tastes like shit  when mixxed with coke, needless to say  i hate it. never again.<br />
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went to spin, one of my roomies was  compleatly pissed out of her mind, we  all screwed up with that aspect of the  night but, that is for her to tell  people and not me, <br />
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well i was hanging out last night i did  not want to dance with new people i did  not want to get a phone number,i just  wanted to drink and have fun, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> did i  ever, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> charisa *i don't know how to  spell her name but it sounds like that*  she's a fine woman, like really fine,  well she was teaching me how to dance  and how to pick up women last night, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> i  know how to dance like a latin boy now, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />  which means... i can be a cabana boy! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />  *does little cabana boy dance* <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br />
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ok running a little low on sleep right  now, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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oh oh oh, MSN convo with christine! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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*N*So... ummmm... right... i'll get  right on that... ummm.... yeah.: the  fact that i stoped drinking.... 4 hours  ago, <br />
#C#*does happy dance*: lmao<br />
*N*So... ummmm... right... i'll get  right on that... ummm.... yeah.: and  started 16 hours ago<br />
#C#*does happy dance*: ...so you're not  hungover because you're still drunk?<br />
*N*So... ummmm... right... i'll get  right on that... ummm.... yeah.: i  don't get hangovers, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
#C#*does happy dance*: ...because you  stay drunk.<br />
*N*So... ummmm... right... i'll get  right on that... ummm.... yeah.: and i  am not drunk, i only had a beer an hour  for the last three hours of my night<br />
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i think i'm done now, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>i have slowed down...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2003 23:46:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ and here i am at 12:45 AM wondering  what i am to do.... i can't type i  can't think i gotta finish this fucking  term paper. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> i just want to sleep but  if i go to sleep i'll never get it  done. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> ARRRRR! <br />
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anyhow, in better news... wait, i don't  whave better news, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> other than my  computer is so fucking slow none of the  words have showed up yet so i can't see  any of the mistakes i have made and i  am not gonna change them so HA! well...  it's not a good thing though ]]></description>
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                <title>aND YET AGIAN</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2003 02:08:30 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ok i hit the caps buttoin there but i  am too lazy to change that tiles so, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> i  went out tonight, met some asian girls,  they were really conceiteed. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> saddly  they refused to get to know me or john  the guy whio i met otnight so... :9  their lose i guess, i am pretty sure  carisa is taking home dale tonight and  not gonna let him sleep alone. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ian is  upstairs with heather, and nathan is  alone down here typing this thing up. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" />  it's sad in how unfair this world is. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" />  but then agian i am slightly  intoxicated enough to see my mistakes, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />  so i will leave you with this, <br />
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help nathan get a Girlfriend, it would  make my life alot easier. ]]></description>
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                <title>Writing once again! :)</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 23 Nov 2003 21:19:48 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ holy shitz! i am writing again, you  know that watercrest thing i wrote  oh... a long time ago, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> well i am  finally writting more of it. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> i am on  page three, and just wanted to take a  quick break, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> i think i found my brain  for a second. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> i hope i did. i really  do hope i did. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> it would be so nice to  think like that again. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
oh and to update you on the battle of  november 3rd, there will be a deviation  posted in a few min, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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if you don't know what i'm talking  about go read my journal for november  3rd. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>thing, you know, a thing. :)</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2003 21:16:38 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Im stealing mels survey, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> but only  because she added some really weird  questions at the end, I got this survey  from janis down in kentucy, I didnt  want to post it here, I really didnt,  but mel made me *shakes fist*<br />
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1. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR KITCHEN PLATES?  I dont own kitchen plates, I own a  little green plastic bowl that is a  demi god and talks to me.<br />
2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? RA  Salvator  the thousand orcs again. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
3. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? Its a  plain black mouse pad with a wrist  brace for when I had broken my right  wrist and my dad brought it home from  work, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
4. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE BOARD GAME?  Risk, what other game can you have  people get so amazingly pissed off at  other than monopoly<br />
5. FAVORITE MAGAZINE? I dont read  magazines, and when I do its like a PC  magazine, cause Im a geek. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
6. FAVORITE SMELL? The smell of a girls  hair when she just got out of the  shower. <br />
7. LEAST FAVORITE SMELL? Moldy beer<br />
8. WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF  WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?  Fucking alarm clock<br />
9. FAVOURITE COLOUR? I have a  relationship with natural wood, I do  not like colours painted on, give me  the natural colour of a pine board. <br />
10. LEAST FAVOURITE COLOUR? I think  that colour on my parrot gets the medal<br />
11. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWER  THE PHONE? I have no idea, I dont  count, I just answer the phone in the  middle of a ring<br />
12.FUTURE CHILD'S NAMES? Males: Brian  (my dads name) Jamal (some reason I  really like it now) Females: Malee  (just sounds cool) Ashley (I really  like this name) Dominique (sounds cool,  Dom also works at Backstreet, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> shes  cool too)<br />
13. WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT IN LIFE?  Putting one foot infront of the other  when the odds are so much stacked  against you getting what you desire<br />
CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA? Can I have both?<br />
15. DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST? Ummmm.  Right, next question please, I only  average around 150km/h when I drive<br />
16. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?  I only have one here, its a small bear  that I got with a bigger bear when I  was born, he sits by my computer, not  in my arms, he protects my pants from  those damn gnomes<br />
17. STORMS-COOL OR SCARY? Ahhh to watch  lightning crash across the sky is one  of the most beautiful things you will  see<br />
18. WHAT TYPE WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?  Toyota Corrola 1991<br />
19. IF YOU COULD MEET ONE PERSON DEAD  OR ALIVE WHO WOULD IT BE? I refuse to  answer this question as I will just  incriminate myself more than I already  have, but the second person on my list  is Adolf Hitler<br />
20. FAVOURITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK?  Alexander Kieths<br />
21. WHAT IS YOUR SIGN & BIRTHDAY? My  sign sez maximum stay 16 days <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />  litterally, Scorpio Oct 26<br />
22. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI?  Who doesnt?<br />
23. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB WHAT  WOULD IT BE? The serta sheep counter. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
24. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY COLOR HAIR  WHAT WOULD IT BE? For some reason I  like my hair thank you very much<br />
25. IS THE GLASS HALF FULL OR  HALF-EMPTY? For god sakes people just  order another drink!<br />
26. FAVOURITE MOVIES? Bravehart, Green  Mile, Swordfish, Schindlers List,  Donnie Darko, Amistade, LOTR 1+2<br />
27. DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON  THE RIGHT KEYS? They start near to the  right keys but they fly where they want  to. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
28. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED? Pant gnomes,  <br />
29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE NUMBER? 5<br />
30. WHAT IS YOUR SINGLE BIGGEST FEAR?  The future, (I got all the fears  covered baby!)<br />
31. SAY ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON  WHO SENT THIS TO YOU. A lot more  attractive than she believes she is<br />
32. PERSON(S) MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?  No one cause I aint emailing it<br />
33. PERSON(S) YOU SENT THIS TO WHO IS  LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? No one!<br />
34. FAVOURITE CD? Not sure, but I am  pretty sure when the Spin Volume 4.555  comes out it will kick ass! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
35. FAVOURI... ]]></description>
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                <title>damn it why me?</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2003 17:57:49 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ hi all, i dislocated my left shoulder  today so... probally no more posts from  me for a while, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> at least i didn't  break my wrist ]]></description>
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                <title>Yeah well fuck you too!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2003 20:26:53 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ yeah i'm not too happy, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> i got a  fucking astro assignment due tommorow,  and like usual have not started, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> still  looking for a girl that will take the  time to get to know me, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> still trying  to get my wrist back to top notch  shape, still hurts whenever it bends  and such so...<br />
<br />
in better news, i spent $8.55 on a  pencil today, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> hopefully now that i  have a good pencile i can do some  sketches in this damn book i have, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />  maybe get my mind off ashley, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> that'd  be nice, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> <br />
<br />
well guess what, all that stuff i typed  up there has not even shown up on the  screen so i can't make sure i didn't  make any spelling mistakes so HA! <br />
<br />
and now to turn on some music and do  the astro homework, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> and then play some  Starcraft, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> and pssibly some Morrowind,  Damn you phill and ken! damn you to  hell! i'm gonna beat the daylight outta  both of you when i see you next, ]]></description>
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                <title>Quiz thing in my mail, got it from Mel in Penn i t</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2003 14:29:10 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 1 day ago: was not sick<br />
1 week ago: couldnt think<br />
1 year ago: was insane out of my mind<br />
1 week from now: better be in class<br />
1 year from now: still in university<br />
1 hour from now: sleeping problally<br />
1 minute from now: still filling out  this fucking survey<br />
I hurt: too many people<br />
I love: the thought of falling in love  again<br />
I hate: missing out<br />
I fear: the future<br />
I hope: I become me again<br />
I feel: sick<br />
I hide: everything<br />
I drive: No, my car is in C.Dot<br />
I miss: her<br />
I need: money<br />
I think: too fast<br />
01.name: Nathan H. <br />
02. nickname(s): been called py, Smark,  Shorty, Midget #1, Syco (yes spelt like  that, I got confirmation)<br />
03. gender: Male<br />
04. bday: october 26, 1984<br />
05. location: The Bridge<br />
06. school: University of Lethbridge<br />
07. screename: Pyro5050, Antz_50,  fiftyantz, Dark antz<br />
08. zodiac sign: Scorpio<br />
BELIEVE IT OR NOT<br />
01. aliens: yes, how else do you  exsplain the limits of the human mind  we meet everyday?<br />
02. angels: have too, if there is none,  what do we yearn to meet again?<br />
03. demons: only a few, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> they are  special, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
04. heaven: not your heaven, I have a  place that is better for me<br />
05. hell: only it isnt called hell, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />  Kual, the land of death, <br />
06. God: no, sounds weird, talk to me  about it.<br />
07. your friends: do I believe my  friends? Or do I believe in my friends?  Either way I guess its yes<br />
08. miracles: how else do you exsplain  me getting a Girlfriend?<br />
09. remaining faithful: How can you  not?<br />
10. magic: yes, magic is everything,  the way a child will place full trust  in their parents hands is magic, the  way a bird can care for its young is  magic, you tell me magic does not  exist. Do it.<br />
11. astrology: oh we get lectures about  astronomy and astrology every Tuesday  and Thursday in astronomy! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> no, <br />
12. love at first sight: has to be able  to happen<br />
13. fate: no I guess not, I make my own  life<br />
14. santa clause: damn fat men watching  my children!<br />
15. easter bunny: yes, but hes dead, I  shot him last year, the little fucker  was stealing my candy<br />
16. tooth fairy: nope<br />
LOVEEE<br />
01. bF or gF?: Nope<br />
02. name: ummmmm, right. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
03. ever been in love?: I would like to  think so<br />
04. how long was your longest  relationship?: 2 years and 10 months<br />
05. do you have a crush now?: cant say  I do<br />
06. marriage age: after I know I can  support a family and we would not be  living in poverty<br />
07. what is the trait that attracts you  to someone the most?: a persons eyes  are the first thing I notice, and if  they can be happy. You cant love if  you cant be happy<br />
08. do you think looks can overrule  personality? Nope, <br />
09. does age matter to you? Right now  yes, I cant really be dating a 16 year  old now can I? <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> I would like someone  who is in the same age area, like 3  years either way, but that would also  bring in 16 year olds, so maturity  comes into effect too<br />
hAVE YOU EVER<br />
01. drank alcohol?:  noooooooooooooooooooo<br />
02. smoked cigarettes?: honestly no,  never have never will<br />
03. done drugs?: nope, <br />
04. kissed someone of the opposite  sex?: yes <br />
05. kissed someone of the same sex?:  heeheehee, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> I kissed, jeff and jason  (19times) and I think I got alex and  Phill, I know I kissed jamie, <br />
06. had sex?: Nope<br />
07. failed a grade?: nope, never failed  anything until 1 month ago,<br />
08. cheated on a bF or gF?: No<br />
09. kissed your friends bF or gF?: No<br />
10. fantasized about an animal?: like  having sex with a animal? <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/e/eyepopping.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":eyepopping:" title="Eyepopping" /><br />
11. broken a bone?: ~looks at wrists  and feet~ nope, I dont think so, <br />
12. eaten dog food?: heeheehee, yeah,<br />
13. licked something nonliving?:  heeheehee, yeah<br />
14. been in a fight?: yea, I lost, damn  truck<br />
15. been on a plane?: yeppers<br />
16. driven a car?: Fuck no! you think  they can trust me behind a wheel!?!?... ]]></description>
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                <title>A battle ensues!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 03 Nov 2003 18:57:08 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ yes that is right! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> i have a battle  going on in my room, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
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as only two or three of you knew, i had  a pop can army going on in my house,  upstairs we had like 500 cans down here  in my room i had the reinforcements,  about 50 cans, <br />
<br />
now the pop cans are assembled and  looking for a enemy, and guess who  showed up? the orange juice bottles!  that's right, the orange juice bottles  5th divison is here, in my room ready  to crush any cans, literally, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> so i'll  keep you posted on the battle stats,  maybe even do a little liturature  posting, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>i invented a TERM!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 02 Nov 2003 14:39:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Juperious- the art form in which is  excelent but causes the view to be lost  for words upon viewing it.<br />
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spread the word people! spread it! ]]></description>
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                <title>GOOD WORK GIRLS!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 02 Nov 2003 12:17:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ the u leth girls soccer team just won  their game, and i must say it was a  gooder, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> Bronze metals to the girls of  lethbridge. beat the UVic girls in a  shoot out, after a 3:3 game, pretty  impressive, now we go on to the UofA  PANDA'S Vs the UBC girls, for gold. GO  PANDAS! GOOD WORK HORNS! ]]></description>
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                <title>so tired, :( so hungry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2003 10:00:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ yeah....<br />
<br />
i wanna sleep but i can't, i am so  exaushted but i can't fall asleep any  more cause i slept like 7 hours last  night. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> much to long for me, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> but  anyhow i got some phone numbers and  email addresses i gotta check, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> went to  the cab the other night had some fun,  didn't get drunk but who really needs  too? i danced with these three girls  from singapore all night and got the  phone number of one of the bar tenders.  she's really hot but do we really think  she will go out with me? no. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ahh that  great self esteem is showing up again. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />  time to read some more and figure out  how to make a fucking web page. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> got a  few things to do. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> talk to you all  later. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>guess what?</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 30 Oct 2003 17:36:50 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ michell has a boyfriend too! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> oh well. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>well shitty deal. :( oh well.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2003 11:25:23 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ nothing i can really do about this but  here's my bitching session for today. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> <br />
<br />
so this girl i find very attractive and  all, i was gonna sk her out, well yeah, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" />  she has a boyfriend i find out today,  that's the most dissapointing thing you  can ever find out. the girl who you  really have a huge crush on has a BF,  and she seems happy with him. so BANG!  nathan down, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> but nothing i can do to  change that so i'm not even gonna try  and change it, just see if i can be a  friend. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> and look for another girl to  ask out. actually i already had one i  was gonna ask out before glynuis, but i  just couldn't get my head around the  fact. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> <br />
<br />
like seriously, can you see me with one  of these little hot asian women that  are walking all around this city? my  god! and i find asian women very  attractive. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> i just need to get up the  nerve to ask michell out. like it was  hard for me to get the nerve to ask out  glynuis even though i never did, but  for me to apporch and ask out a woman  who is of the most attractive races on  earth in my opinion, like FUCK! <br />
<br />
so now i gotta get more brave and ask  out michell, or find out if she has a  BF, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> that would be a good starter. <br />
<br />
that's another thing! why do all these  girls who i like have Boyfriends? like  seriously! there has to be one single  girl who is really nice out here, hell  even the bitchy girls have Boyfriends!  i think christine lied to me when she  said there were single women everywhere  down here, there are women everywhere,  hot ones at that, but not many single!  FOR FUCK SAKES! onwards and upwards! <br />
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rember to live life and love life. if  you don't you will never be able to  fall in love. ]]></description>
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                <title>note to self</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2003 18:54:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ do not try to poost on Da whrn yuo are  dr4inking, you cannot type what you  want oy say problley, l;eav be alone,  :_ i still fort*that's a G* <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> heeheehee*  got about 9 housrs leftin the nihgt, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />  i'm gonna be partien g thll it's late  as fuck *phone rinnging* gotta gt it, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
<br />
i got he phone someon for allison, :_)  heeheehe, :_ she's not here, _) she  left a oboptu 15 min ago, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> fuck, hit  the damn bracket buttoin damn finger, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />  at least i;m not driving! and i am not  dreppreseesd at the tim i drink, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />righ  alex, ]]></description>
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                <title>hmmm fun night, :)</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2003 13:47:26 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ wow, went out last night, went to  southside backstreet, Ian knows the guy  who owns it, so it was fun, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ten we  went to average joes, hung out there  and met Lisa and Virgina, they were  hot, but then virgina was totally  wasted and well was quite open, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> not  like, i'm gonna sleep with you open,  but they i'm so depressed open, it was  sad, but we had fun anyway. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> <br />
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so i got home at 4:30, tired as fuck,  woke up at 12:30 today, and going out  again tonight, probally gonna wind up  at spin again tonight so if you are in  the mood to party with nathan, go to  spin, tonight, not sure when we will  get there but we will, guaranteed, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />  post more tommorow after recovery ]]></description>
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                <title>Mind block</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 21 Oct 2003 20:54:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i cannot think of fuck all to write, my  mind is fried, i have no insiration and  i am scared shitless because i am not  haveing my dreams anymore, i am losing  everything i held dear by being away  and it's driving me nutz, i need my  peace, i need my stars, i need my life,  i need my mind. no wif i sound greedy,  fuck you. you lose everything you love  other than your family (oh but they are  on the way) and tell me life does not  suck ass. i can't play any sports, i  can't fall in love again because i  think of her, i have no desire to learn  because i miss, i have no desire to  listen as no one can relate. <br />
<br />
leave me alone, i don't want to die  like this, i want to die, alone, in the  trees, in the light of the stars and  the waterfalls from above, i want to  die in my lovers arms, i want to die in  the peace of my kingdom, i want to  die... away from here. <br />
<br />
leave me be, let me fly on my own  wings, higher than ever before. let me  find my soul again, and meet her in my  dreams, let me fight for her safety and  come home to her open arms, let me be  loved and cared for by someone who i  can love and care for the same.<br />
<br />
fuck you, let me go to my home. ]]></description>
                <author>~pyro5050</author>
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                <title>DAAAAMMMNNNNN!!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 19 Oct 2003 10:43:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ wow that was stupid, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> <br />
<br />
well last night, christine and i went  to the tank house, a newly named pub on  the south side of town, so i could make  Samara not feel so "new" and actually  have someone to serve, but we left at  like 8:00 cause we were both tired as  hell. <br />
<br />
i get home and go down stairs and study  for a bit and then i went for a walk  outside, when i got back i went  upstairs for a sec and my roomates were  like "hey common, were going to Spin,  you should come with us"<br />
<br />
now... how many times have i said no to  FIVE beautiful women? five you ask? my  three roommates and then two of their  friends were here. <br />
<br />
so i was out at Spin until 2am, tired  as fuck when i got home, like  literally, but i sat upstairs and  talked with people till 4am, <br />
<br />
funny thing is, at spin i saw like 5  people from my addictions councelling  course. yep, and we were all drinking,  i think ashley was drunk as a skunk!  but that's just me,! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> <br />
<br />
so now it's the morning after, i'm  sitting here at the computer, trying to  figure out why i was dreaming about  canadian flags last night, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> might be  that i am literally surrounded by them.  meh, gonna go upstairs now, and then go  study with Samara, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 13 Oct 2003 13:58:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ever wonder if this is all a dream,  like what if i died when i got my last  major concussion and this is all just  the split second before i did die that  my mind made up so it would seem like i  lived a full life to me? ]]></description>
                <author>~pyro5050</author>
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                <title>Note to self</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 10 Oct 2003 07:04:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ listen to christine, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /> that is all i  have to say right now as i have a mid  term now, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~pyro5050</author>
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                <title>And Nathan is in the GROOVE!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 08 Oct 2003 13:01:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ heeheehee, i went out today and bought  me the School of ROCK soundtrack,  listening to it right now, <br />
<br />
phill don't worry, i'll burn ya a copy  and mail it up, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> you don't have to  spend the 20.39 on it, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Blah Blah Blah</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2003 22:29:11 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ well played pool while i shoulda been  working on the paper that is due on  thursday, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> meh i can do it tommorow, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> <br />
<br />
wrist hurts when bent down. can't move  it side to side, the risk of breaking  it later and haveing sugery done in  December is looking pretty good. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> metal  plate in the wrist! WHOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!  yeah, i'm bored. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> but i got a idea from  kennigan!<br />
<br />
Song: Give Up the Grudge<br />
Artist: GOB<br />
Rateing: 5/5<br />
<br />
yeah it kicks ass. go get it if ya  don't got it! ]]></description>
                <author>~pyro5050</author>
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                <title>so if i kill the people i hate</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 06 Oct 2003 21:59:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i go to jail,<br />
<br />
if i hire people to kill people, i go  to jail.<br />
<br />
if i use people to kill people i go to  jail<br />
<br />
if i consort with someone who is doing  something illigall i go to jail.<br />
<br />
if i have illially possessed items in  my house i go to jail!<br />
<br />
but if i walk into a diner and display  my freedom of speach by yelling out  against the goverment i get thrown into  a loony bin!<br />
<br />
how fair is that? ]]></description>
                <author>~pyro5050</author>
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                <title>Sadly...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 01 Oct 2003 13:38:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ sadly i am in a slump, my mind is so  frazzled from school i can't write  anything worth putting here, so i need  to learn how to relax, tommorow off to  the school library to find books on  yoga!!! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> not toga, but i made one! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Oh boy there's gonna be some people pissed at me</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2003 14:20:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so here i am sitting in a lab at  school. dooby dooby doo, sadly i am  doing all my scanning right now, i have  like 35 pics for ken to put on devart,  and i'm scanning them all now, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> yeah  some people are gonna be pissed, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> wow  this is loud, i just scanned pics 13-16 <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />  i'll keep a live update here, ok to  scan a pic in and save it, it first  takes the scan then scans it again to  save it. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> 2 times for each pic<br />
<br />
3:12: pics 13-16 scanned and saved, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
<br />
3:12-3:13: pics 17-20 scanned in and  saved, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
<br />
3:14: pics 21-24 scanned in<br />
<br />
3:15: pics 21-24 scanned and saved,<br />
<br />
3:16: pics 25-28 scanned and saved<br />
<br />
*oh this is so exciting!*<br />
3:17: pics 29-32 scanned and saved.<br />
<br />
3:19: pics 33-36 scanned and saved!  that's the last of em,<br />
<br />
whew! that was tough. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>a Questionair thing i found in my mail...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2003 11:15:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ B A S I C   Q U E S T I O N S <br />
[my name is]: Nathan            <br />
[in the morning i am]: Tired but happy<br />
[all i need is]: Someone to care for.<br />
[if i could see one person right now]:  probally Ashley B<br />
[afraid of]: The Future<br />
H A V E   Y O U   E V E R . . .  <br />
[been in love]: Yep<br />
[cried when someone died]: Yep<br />
[drank alcohol]: Nooooooooo<br />
[lied]: Noooooooo<br />
<br />
T H I S  O R  T H A T . . .<br />
[coke or pepsi]: coke, but they both  try to kill me...<br />
[flowers or candy]: Always Flowers<br />
[7up or sprite]:  sprite <br />
[tall or short]: me, i'm short, i like  short people. tall people work good for  barricades.<br />
<br />
W I T H  T H E  O P P O S I T E  S E X  . . .<br />
[what do u notice first?]: eyes<br />
[last person u slow danced with]: that  i liked?<br />
[worst thing to say]: not to sure on  this one.<br />
<br />
W H O . . .<br />
[makes u laugh the most?]: well i guess  it would still be phil and alex<br />
[makes you smile]: no one, i always  smile, makes people wonder about me. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
[gives u a funny feeling when u see  them]: god everyone does! do you know  how many germs are out there!<br />
[has a crush on u?]: not too sure on  this one.<br />
[easier to talk to: boys or girls?]:  Guys always guys, women scare me too, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
<br />
D O  Y O U  E V E R . . .<br />
[sit waiting for someone special to  I.M. u?]: no net, no one that means  that much to me.<br />
[save aol/aim conversations]: only once  because he said something about the  program we were breaking.<br />
[cried because of someone saying  something to u]: i laugh, they wonder.<br />
<br />
H A V E  Y O U  E V E R . . .<br />
[fallen for ur best friend]: hmmm, that  would sorta make me gay,<br />
[rejected somone]: nope! been rejected.<br />
[used someone]: Always get used never  really use people<br />
[been cheated on]: heeheehee,  noooooooooooo<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
W H O  W A S  T H E  L A S T  P E R S O  N . . .<br />
[u talked to on the phone?]: The  Parents<br />
[hugged]: that i liked? <br />
[u instant messaged]: ummm Bitter!<br />
[u laughed with]: Ashley C.<br />
<br />
D O  Y O U . . .<br />
[color ur hair]: ooooo no.<br />
[ever get off the damn computer]:  Always i hate the piece of shit. it  takes 30min to boot now and i fucking  hate it.<br />
[habla espanol]: Bonjour!<br />
<br />
H A V E  Y O U / / D O  Y O U / / A R E   Y O U<br />
[smoke]: Never<br />
[obsessive]: Compulsive! wait not word  assosiation.<br />
[could u live without the computer?]:  yes, easily<br />
[how many peeps are on ur buddylist?]:  i think 28 but i got no net at home  soo.<br />
[what's your favorite food?]: right now  i'm on a sub kick<br />
[what's ur favorite fruit?]: those  berry things... from straw, you know,  berrystraws.<br />
[drink alcohol?]: i already said  noooooooo<br />
[like watching sunrises or sunset]:  when ever i can. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
[what hurts the most? physical pain or  emotional pain?]: Emotional, physical  pain only hurts when you think about  it. i got two pieces of metal through  my wrist, it doesn't hurt at all.<br />
[trust others way too easily?]: God i  trust people way too much.<br />
F I N A L  Q U E S T I O N S . . .<br />
[i want]: Someone to love<br />
[i wish]: i wasn't so scared<br />
[i love]: my parents<br />
[i miss]: My Ashley<br />
[i fear]: only the future<br />
[i hear]: too many voices. <br />
[i wonder]: what it's like when it's  over<br />
[how do u know its love?]: you never  know in your mind only your soul.<br />
[i am]: ready to snap. ]]></description>
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                <title>so i'm thinking i'm dead</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2003 14:47:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ yeah that seems about right, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> dead  sounds like fun right now, i really do  not want to go to astro today, i don't  want to be sitting here, i want to go  home, sleep and probally see if i can  get my fucking net to work. ]]></description>
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                <title>hooo boy,</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 21 Sep 2003 11:57:42 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ damn long night last night, wasn't  planing on going out, but i went to the  duke to see what was happening, i  stoped at the pool tables and watched  some guys get their asses handed to  them like 5 times, we got to talking  and then i wound up at the road house.  that was fun, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> heehee, post more later,  as of right now the women soccer team  the horns are winning 1-0 vs the  calgary dino's, penalty shot goal. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>fucking snow</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2003 07:25:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ snow in lethbridge, what the fuck? ]]></description>
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                <title>And a new Revelation!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2003 07:24:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i hate mac's! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> yep, not really new but  i still hate em, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
<br />
onwards! ummm not much else to say,  other than to christine, i did that  inked think you wanted it looks weird,  but i did a scan of it and printed it  so i can colour it to see if it looks  better. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>wow that sucks</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 12 Sep 2003 07:31:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ donna not even willing to listen to me,  meh, not like i was gonna ask her out,  she's a great girl and all but fuck, so  just been wandering the last few planes  of existance. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> sounds like fun huh? ]]></description>
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                <title>new shit up</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2003 15:27:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ yeah i put some new shit up there for  you people to look at and comment on, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />  have fun, i gotta go to astronomy and  then go home to shower and shave so i  can go out tonight, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Hmmm,</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 11 Sep 2003 07:33:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ well going to the zoo again tonight,  just gonna go party and have a good  time, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> forget about the girl and meet  some new people. the smoke is clearing  up so i can breath a little better and  i don't feel so damn sick now, just  damn sick. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
<br />
if my eyes don't deceive me *which it  is possible that they do* there is a  scanner over there *points left* and i  got pics in there *points at backpack*  so i may just get some of my sketches  out there soon. they suck but hey! ]]></description>
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                <title>i know what the pain is from!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 08 Sep 2003 11:23:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ good news is donna is in my soci 1000  class, bad news is that i am shy and  feel like shit. now those of you back  in cold lake may remember how i hate  smoke and such, well i am figuering out  why. at the hospital two weeks ago they  told me i am alergic to smoke. yippy,  now lethbridge is in a blanket of smoke  from all these forest fires and i feel  like i'm going to throw up and pass out  any second now, so i can't really go  talk to her, shy and all, i'm just  wondering if she thought those thing i  said were drunken blabber. because i  ment what i said, hmmm if only i could  get her to read this, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
<br />
that's one of those lightbulb idea's ]]></description>
                <author>~pyro5050</author>
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                <title>so much stomach pain....</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2003 12:25:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ went to the Zoo last night, *zoo is a  bar on campus* it was sweet, fun as  hell, before i went i drank at my house  so i would not go broke, well that  didn't work. i'm broke, i lost count on  number 14, i think i hit 16 or 17. any  how, i was a little tippsy, when i say  little i mean if i closed my eyes for  too long i probally would have fallen  over. any how, i got out on the dance  floor, *i do dance somewhat, i was  drunk* and i met tara, she was hot, i  danced with her for a bit and her  friends came over and a guy named  billy, billy started danceing with tara  after i sorta stoped, but i had a good  reason, her friend donna, well, donna  if hot and we wound up danceing for  about 2 hrs, drinking all the time and  making out more than i normally would  have. all in all lots of fun danceing  with a woman in a bikini, feeling her  up as she was me, and spending alot  more money than i should have. for  those of you who know i am not the best  to be around smokers, well donna  smokes, i got sick at around 1:00am,  and wound up walking home alone, not  even a phone number to call. so i gotta  find her and see whats up,<br />
<br />
other than that, i feel like i'm gonna  be sick right away, food is trying to  escape.<br />
<br />
post more later ]]></description>
                <author>~pyro5050</author>
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                <title>i am in lethbridge!</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2003 12:10:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ and i broke my wrist! biking down 6th  ave the second day here i was being a  idiot raceing cars and hoping the  sidewalk, until one time my back tire  just didn't make it, bang! i crash,  break my wrist in 5 places and with  road rash all over my body. it really  hurts! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> my hand in green right now from  the bruising. if you ever broke  something like this then you would  know, Dr. Hurdle who is a great  othapedic surgeon *SP* said i hit so  hard that it will probally be green for  a week more or so. i find that funny.<br />
<br />
moving soon, got screwed over, this is  all really new for me. because those of  you who know me, well i hate to sound  conceited, but... i rarely fail and  need help from other people, i can  normally do everything myself, thats  changed, it seems that the only thing i  do in lethbridge is get help from other  people and ya know i'm not really  liking it. <br />
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well it hurts to sit here so i'm  leaving, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/l/lick.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":p" title=":p (Lick)" /> meh, nothing i really can do  other than bitch about losing my gold  watch when i crashed and bitch about  getting blood stains on my white  shorts. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
<br />
post more later.... ]]></description>
                <author>~pyro5050</author>
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                <title>bah,</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2003 23:37:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ok so i'm lazy and uninspired right  now, leave me be, <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~pyro5050</author>
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                <title>back in action!</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2003 11:23:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i am back in action now! net is here, not gonna die, <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" />  at least not  today i hope. <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" />  ummm, lots of shit to post so bear with me when you log  on and find like 50 poems from me, wait i think i only have like 20 to  post, oh well, anyhow...<br>
<br>
i'm leaving, <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>only temporary</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2003 12:18:53 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ bah! no net still, useing public access computer, got lot's of stuff to  post but can't! oh well, what can ya do? ]]></description>
                <author>~pyro5050</author>
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                <title>damn net</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2003 15:33:10 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ well i am losing my internet access, so i guess this is it for awhile.  meh, what can ya do? ]]></description>
                <author>~pyro5050</author>
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                <title>Bang!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2003 21:59:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Blah, i don't know what i am doing, i don't work tommorow though,  so.... anyhow, ]]></description>
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                <title>Still here</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 06 Apr 2003 11:52:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yes i am still here, and yes i still don't know what i am doing. i just  want my friends to think a little more than what they currently are.  seriously people, some of you seem to be only concidering your own  feelings, others are concidering others feelings and just fucking them  over anyway. become more loyal, seriously, i don't give a fuck anymore,  just a few more months and everthing sohuld be ready. i can hardly  wait, oh how i hate this town, the memories the betrayals, the love  lost, the love stolen, the deception, the lies, the fake friends, they  can all leave soon. i wait for that day. ]]></description>
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                <title>and yet i remain</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 04 Apr 2003 01:35:45 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ dooby dooby doo, i want to go away, two people i don't even know are  comming to town tommorow, and i am moving them in. seems my friends  pretty much voluntold me to do things, not like i mind, i mean, what  else will i be doing? i am going to be now, night. ]]></description>
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                <title>Fuck you, you know nothing</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2003 22:28:42 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i think that says it all, *points up* yeah that's right<br>
<br>
now i have a little binder, i want to put some of the shit i have  written on here, but i am being lazy so shush up. quite frankly i am  being pelted by so many things right now it ain't funny, and you would  never understand anything i said so i might as well try and say some  stuff and maybe confuse you a little more. <br>
<br>
now you know that little angel pic, of the blue dude walking and his  wings fall off, well that pissed me off. i feel like throwing my  computer out the damn window.<br>
<br>
i am begining to wonder how in this green planet i am still able to  see. my eyes are failing on me and it is the scariest thing ever. well  concidering i already had this sort of thing happen it ain't that new  but it scary. when i was 6 i was hit on the side of my head, with a  base ball bat, might exsplain a few other things, but it messed up my  eyes, i started to see the induvidual beams of light not the compounded  effect, so you see a green light, i see blue, yellow, white, alot of  other colours too. yeah it's screwy but what makes it even better is  that when i looked into your eyes i could see how you felt. that was  fun! <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" />  imaigne looking into someones eyes after they were yelled at and  seeing alot of blue and brown, then you take them away from it all and  give them one of the best days of their life and all along you watch  the change in the beams of light go from that blue and brown to a  bright yellow and red and brown. it is amazing, her eyes were brown so  they that colour was always there. <br>
<br>
yeah well it still there, but my eyes are starting to blur and fade,  sort of like after i was hit in the eye with a hockey puck, it did  this, but it did not hurt as much as this, and it did not happen as  long as this is going on, my eyes cannot focus when i read anymore,  they can't stay still when i look at the till at work, and they always  hurt. i have a feeling my body is falling apart on me, <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_frown.gif" align="middle" alt=":( (Sad)" title=":( (Sad)" border="0" />  not cool. well  gotta go, talk to ya later. ]]></description>
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                <title>If only we can wake up</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 26 Mar 2003 00:39:21 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_disbelief.gif" align="middle" alt="Disbelief" title="Disbelief" border="0" /> If only we can wake up when the world does not turn the way we want it  to. if only, <br>
<br>
Every now and then the powers from beyond our ideals reach down and  reclaim an angel placed amoung us, the need for him elsewhere must have  been enourmous, he was needed here more than anyone ever knew. <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_sadangel.gif" align="middle" alt="Sad Angel" title="Sad Angel" border="0" /> <br>
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<img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_heart.gif" align="middle" alt="Heart" title="Heart" border="0" /> Goodnight all, have a nice life. <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_worry.gif" align="middle" alt="Worried" title="Worried" border="0" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Well fuck</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2003 14:31:31 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ deal here, <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" /> <br>
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Music: Art of losing American Hi Fi<br>
Watching: Donnie Darko & 8 Mile<br>
Mood: like i fucking know<br>
<br>
ok deal here, i have to work tonight, i don't really want to, i hate  work, it's so fucking boring and i think to much, it just gives me time  to reflect on how much my life really sucks ass. my parents are in  Edmonton to see my oldest sister get some award, good for her, just  puts more pressure on me, parents comparing me to her, i am proud of  her and all, but seriously, i fucking hate having to follow behind her,  she is damn smart and i am a compleate numbskull, seriously, here is a  grade comparison between me and her.<br>
<br>
English 30: me 68% her 92%<br>
Social 30: me 69% her 84%<br>
Physics 30: me 74% her 78%<br>
Math 30: me 92% her 82% (yeah but that maths changed so fuck off)<br>
Chem 30: me 64% her 72%<br>
Bio 30: me 82% her 84%<br>
<br>
now how am i to feel good about my grades when she is so damn smart i  am kept on getting reminded by people i should be more like her? well  guess what people fuck you. you see, she knows that stuff, she is the  editor for the UofA school paper, and vice prez of student houseing  this year and got hired for a kick ass job next year at the university.  but guess what? i know how to make a Uranium core for a A-bomb, i can  make low grade C4, i deucted yesterday how to make nitro glycerine from  scratch, i know how to ride my bike to extreams, (i looked at it today,  it looks a little broken still) so in all actaullity, why is she not  told "why can't you destroy the world like your brother can?" huh? IS  THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?<br>
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fuck off, ]]></description>
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                <title>Warning: long post!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 23 Mar 2003 02:11:38 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ this may end up being really long<br>
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ok, first things first, i think i just screwed one of my friends over.  concidering he is now dating the woman i have a crush on and it hurt  when they were not even telling me, like seriously people, you both  know i like you and you both know i can handle some tough shit, just  say it already! hell i handeled one of best friends sleeping with my  ex-gf and going out with her, and i handled ex-gf's breaking up with me  for no apparent reason, i know how to deal with these, just tell me so  it is not under the damn table. i deal with shit better if my stupid  brain is not fighting with me telling me things i don't know are true.  just a note for you two, if one of you reads this, don't let me break  your realtionship, be happy together.<br>
<br>
ok, so i have been turned down for five, count em, five full time jobs  this past month, that does not help much i can tell ya that, yeah i bet  you people did not know that, you just knew about the tree planting,  yea well that fell through, <br>
<br>
onwards! <br>
<br>
my life sucks ass, i have no set future, i have one part time job,  pretty much i am a failure, mainly because i am too stupid to work shit  out. the only thing i really have solid in my life is my car and it is  falling apart. <br>
<br>
time to spill some guts here Alex told me it may help<br>
<br>
1: my mom had cancer a few years back, she had to have her thyroid  removed.<br>
2: my grandfather on my dad's side died of cancer *which makes me a  high risk* and if that did not kill him his colesterol would have<br>
3: my dad has high cholesterol, he may die soon because of it, it runs  in the family. *chances are i will too*<br>
4: my right lung always hurts, i don't know why i don't go get it  checked out. <br>
5: people make such a big deal over me not telling them my past, my  past is mine, i will tell you when i damn well want to.here is some of  my past<br>
 a: i had a crush on a girl named jen way back in the day, my friend  matt knew, and went behind my back to date her just so i would not, the  start of girl trouble. <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_frown.gif" align="middle" alt=":( (Sad)" title=":( (Sad)" border="0" /> <br>
 b: i have a crush on jessica, beautiful girl, she was mormon and was  not allowed to date me, <br>
 c: i have a crush on a girl named jenn, she was cool, shot me down  with the famous "i like you an all, but for me to go out with you would  hurt my popularity<br>
 d: ahhh Ashley B. how i miss you. <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_frown.gif" align="middle" alt=":( (Sad)" title=":( (Sad)" border="0" />  my first GF, she was beautiful, a  short girl, brown hair, deep brown eyes, she tanned perfectly, the  first and last girl i said i love you, *other than you mom, but that's  diffrent* so many great memories, some destroyed by the town. she was  perfect, she liked me for who i was, speach impediment and all, i was a  fat kid, and she was super skinny, she still liked me, i always  wondered about her, like she was too perfect for me, like seriously,  she was *in my eyes* more beautiful than anyone i had ever met and more  intelligent than everyone, (she was smarter, she had like A+ average)  yeah, we went out for like 2 years, (832 days and 12 hours about, we  started going out on lunch at school one day, and we broke up under the  pine tree in the summer her family moved away.) <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_cry.gif" align="middle" alt="Crying" title="Crying" border="0" />  yeah young love, we  were like 11-13, <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" />  i still loved her, she was killed in a car accident  though, which you would know if you read past journal entries,<br>
e: B-Bitch, well after Ashley i sorta went solo for a long while,  actaully 2 years, then playing hockey as a goalie *which was the  happiest time of my life* i played like the best game ever, a  bonnyville tournement in which we were playing for the gold metal  against a bonnyville team which we were also playing for provincal  spot. i got a shutout with alot of shots agianst me (it's sort of a  blur, i got 2 concussions in the game, i was not supposed to walk off  the ice after the game) so we win the game, i took a beating and still  held out, and this young teen by the name of breeann was watching with  her friends, she was at the room as i got off the ice, she caught my  eye, i met her after i got changed and we started going out, all in all  it ended as a great day, we won the tourny, i got a new GF who most  guys on my team thought was hot. it was cool, about 2 months after we  started going out and such i was driving through b-ville with my mom, i  see breeann on a park bench making out with this other guy and pretty  much fucking him, i tell her it's over. <br>
f: heehee, Samantha, you ripped me apart... ]]></description>
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                <title>a few things i am conviced of</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 17 Mar 2003 17:03:54 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 1: if i were to leave this town no one would care<br>
2: no one cares right now<br>
3: no one will ever see past my appearance and see me for who i am<br>
4: no one will ever love me again<br>
5: my grad pics are stupid, i look really chubby in them! literally, i  have super cheeks in them<br>
6: i am going to die soon, like within the next year<br>
7: i have about 7 heart attacks a day! <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" />  probally<br>
8: my friends all think i am a little idiot<br>
9: they only hang around with me cause i have a car. (cept adam, he  walks everywhere!)<br>
10: i have no reason to be on this planet anymore<br>
11: one day i will blow myself up!<br>
12: my parents do not even know who i am<br>
13: my car's muffler will never be fixed! the stupid thing will always  find a way to break<br>
14: that i would have alot more blood in my body if i stoped playing  with my cat (but it is so much fun!)<br>
15: i am too shy to even talk with girls<br>
16: i am 18, a virgin, and i intent to stay that way for a goodly time.<br>
17: that my brain is stupid! it can't transfer what i see to words! if  it could i would probally be rich!<br>
18: no one will ever know everything about me<br>
19: if i stoped caring about people the world would collapse<br>
20: i have 20 things that only part of them are probally true. <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>so what?</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2003 16:33:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so i threw out some of my other poems and such, i am working on a  descriptive short thingy, i would not call it a story i would call it a  scene description. <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" />  i am a little distraught at how little people  actaully look at my stuff, i have no idea why so little poeple read  poems, <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_frown.gif" align="middle" alt=":( (Sad)" title=":( (Sad)" border="0" />  i read other people's poems all the time! poetry is one of the  greatest forms of exspression!  DAMN IT PEOPLE! SMARTEN UP!!!<br>
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oh and i don't know, no one cares about me, but i care about them, so  it's all good. <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_frown.gif" align="middle" alt=":( (Sad)" title=":( (Sad)" border="0" />  bye now ]]></description>
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                <title>NEWS! NEWS! not really but hey</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 10 Mar 2003 19:22:53 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i just decided i will not upload anything for a bit, <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" />  i am going to  write some more stuff and translate some of the other poems i have  writen so i can post them, now some of them are pretty personal and  about people who may be reading them, so just a warning if you are  going to read some of my poems people i know! alright? ]]></description>
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                <title>Pain, a figment, i think not!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 09 Mar 2003 18:50:37 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ well alot happened last night. really alot did happen. <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" /> <br>
<br>
i honestly don't know why i use so many damn smilies, so don't tell me  to stop. i had a person tell me to stop useing smilies so much, pissed  me right off, anyhow back to last night, <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" /> <br>
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so i was at work at the trusty liquor store, <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" />  kicked ass. i did almost  nothing all night. literally. i drew a little in my note pad, and i  wrote some stuff that no one can read, <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" />  it's really fun to fuck with  people's minds. i drew a beautiful heart, ripped in two by a outside  force, all across this heart was beautiful vines with leafs growing out  of it. i was going to add colour to it but decided against it. <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" />  back  to last night more. so i get off work at 12:00pm, that's midnight right  people. <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" />  i go to my friends house, first thing i see, a drunken friend  at the top of the stairs. so i help her to the kitchen table, and my  friend ken is there too, he was taking care of her with jeff. and jeff  was making sure that another one of our friends did not die in the  bathroom and the guy that sorta passed out in the living room was not  about to die. so we take the one from the bathroom home, i get back and  the little guy who was passed out in the living room is now sitting up  on the couch, looking compleatly dazed. kinda funny really but anyhow. <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" />   so we take care of these people. i go down stairs and grab me 2 2  ounce shots and down them in like 2 min. disgusting shit i might add,  god just talking about it makes me want to throw up. <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_frown.gif" align="middle" alt=":( (Sad)" title=":( (Sad)" border="0" />  not cool. <br>
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so i do those two shots and grab a beer, go upstairs where the guy on  the couch is about to leave, and the first drunk girl is trying to get  more alcohol. not a smart idea. so we took the bubba of beer away and  such, and as she was going to drink some more of her watered down beer  (we were not about to give her straight beer now, she did almost 2  liters of beer already! and she is not a big girl) i grab that watered  down beer and clean the glass, the things i do for friends. <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" />  and  seeing that i have not eaten all day and i have just taken up drinking  again as a way to push depression away (i know it's stupid) the fast  beer drinking, and then the rapid drink of watered down beer, makes my  head a little spinny, but i get better in like 2 min. i go down stairs  and give my car keys to a sober friend. i know i know better than to  drive drunk or even after i have had one drink, but i have never been  drunk before last night so i did not know what i would do. safety. <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" />  <br>
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anyhow by the end of the night a guy who had not had a serious drink in  like 5 years, and has not eaten anything in more than 20 hours is on  his 5th beer, downed two shots, and did a smirnoff ice cooler. so i  must say i was a little gone, well not a little more along the lines of  totally but that's not the point! <img src="http://images.deviantart.com/emoticons/icon_smile.gif" align="middle" alt=":) (Smile)" title=":) (Smile)" border="0" />  so the reason i started this  drinking is stated in my last journal entry,*the one that is middle of  october, the 14th to be precise and at 3:15,* so i sit down with one of  my friends, jeff to be precise, he was being really weird last night,  not his normal self, and we were talking, i forget what he was saying,  the whole drinking a little too much deally, but what ever he was  saying just fucking broke me down. i think i was bitching him out for  being a ass to his girlfriend, and that he should not take her  forgranted because she loves him and i know what it feels like to lose  someone you love. and then it happened, for the first time in almost 10  years, i cried, whole fucking hearted cried. i do... ]]></description>
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