<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:32:10.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Abyss of the Human Mind</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the portal to the abyss, be carfull where ye tread, for dangers are numerous, and very fatal.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-111016529625094251</id><published>2005-03-06T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T22:14:56.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ART</title><summary type='text'>Well, no, the title has nothing to do with art. It has to do with ART. That's an acronym, for those of you who did not already figure that out. Annoying Rhetorical Tripe. I feel witty... Anywho, on Friday teh family went out to dinner. Well, at least mother said we were. But noooooooo, it was all a clever ploy to drag me to an ART show. Now, do not get me wrong, art is fine and dandy, like a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/111016529625094251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/111016529625094251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111016529625094251' title='ART'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-110937998877732188</id><published>2005-02-25T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T20:11:10.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Infamy</title><summary type='text'>Well, Wednesday, February 23, 2005 - a date which will live in infamy - the World of Music and all that is holy and good was suddenly liberated from blatant attacks by profane evil and forces of the Empire of Bad Taste. Yes indeed ladies and gentlemen, the oh so horrendously untalented "punk" band Blink 182 has been wiped from the face of the earth...To be more exact, they went on "hiatus" to "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/110937998877732188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/110937998877732188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110937998877732188' title='A Day of Infamy'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-110791727632973945</id><published>2005-02-08T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T21:47:56.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen Was A Very Good Year</title><summary type='text'>Well, a tad over due (damn...library books...must remember) but, I am 17...wee...i guess. I dont feel any older...i dont feel any more mautre...i certaintly havent had any epiphanies lately. Oh well. As I see it, i was pretty much as mature now as I was in 5th grade. I just sort of skipped that middle child stage thing...i guess.In anycase. Took the Myer's Brigg's test in time to speak the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/110791727632973945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/110791727632973945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110791727632973945' title='Seventeen Was A Very Good Year'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-110652955712582731</id><published>2005-01-23T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T20:33:45.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heeeeeere's Johnny</title><summary type='text'>Well, Johnny Carson has died. He shall be sorely missed. One the masters of comedy, the King of Latenight, he was a true great, one of my idols, up there with Churchill...almost.And, onto other less depressing things. Today, went to the Art Museum to see Petra "Lost City of Stone". It was a relatively interesting exhibit, though nothing too awfully special. The exhibit was crowded...toooooo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/110652955712582731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/110652955712582731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110652955712582731' title='Heeeeeere&apos;s Johnny'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-110556614646233897</id><published>2005-01-12T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T16:44:20.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only In Japan</title><summary type='text'>Well, no matter how I try to transcend the horrid existence that is being a human on the planet earth, the world never ceases to amaze me. But, we will come to that in a moment. For it is now the realm of the mundane.So, today I was nifty and sick. Ergo, I stayed home...wee. I managed to: read half of The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy (thus finishing the wondrous novel, for the second time), </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/110556614646233897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/110556614646233897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110556614646233897' title='Only In Japan'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-110468736067700630</id><published>2005-01-02T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T12:36:00.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Another Bloody One!!!</title><summary type='text'>Well, yes indeed, yet another year is upon us. What will it bring? What things will happen? Do these questions even mater? No...not really, time is simply an abstract concept created by man to organize things. Nature needs no "time"...things just happen. Henceforth, does this "New Years" stuff even matter? Enough of the looking forwards, time for the looking backwards. Last year was full of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/110468736067700630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/110468736067700630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110468736067700630' title='Not Another Bloody One!!!'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-110445031387384399</id><published>2004-12-30T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T18:45:13.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Ask Alice</title><summary type='text'>Well, stop me if you've heard this one before. STANDARDIZED TESTING SUCKS. Yes, indeed it does. How praytell can you (you being the "system") tell us that we are all warm, fuzzy, special, and unique and yet, at the same time, say that we must conform to one cookie cutter knowledge set. Why Gods Why!!! Anywho, this little bit has been brought to you by the fact that I scored 10, yes, just 10 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/110445031387384399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/110445031387384399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110445031387384399' title='Go Ask Alice'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-110376312646044430</id><published>2004-12-22T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T16:08:33.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drivel</title><summary type='text'>Well, the following is a little questionnaire thingy that is making it's rounds of LJdom. Seeing as how I don't really want to put up (read: take the time to) write a holiday or otherwise post, I'll just stick with drivel.THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:1. Jon2. Jonathan Gregory Edward Wood (when my mother is mad at me [the Edward is extra])3. Mr. WoodTHREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:1. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/110376312646044430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/110376312646044430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110376312646044430' title='Drivel'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-110220797391343552</id><published>2004-12-04T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T19:52:53.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Bridge</title><summary type='text'>Well, I just felt the whim to write...so, here I write. I have come to the conclusion that quite frankly, I am afraid of life. Yes, afraid of life. I am afraid of it yet, I must live it. Yet, am I truly living it? Only the vast realms of the cosmos have an inkling as to the answer to that question. For who is there to define what "living life" really is? I digress. As of half an hour ago, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/110220797391343552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/110220797391343552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110220797391343552' title='Like a Bridge'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-110185418676353633</id><published>2004-11-30T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T17:36:26.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, The Many Joys of Being Me</title><summary type='text'>Well, for starters a "quiz"....Not really a quiz persay, one of those things that generates something based on your name...They're all the rage in Paris (or LJ Land). Interestingly enough, the "cause" is random, but the affects and cures bit is not. I just kept typing it in till I got me...errr Satan.What kind of disease are you?Jonathan wood:Jonathan wood is caused by Satan.Jonathan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/110185418676353633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/110185418676353633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110185418676353633' title='Oh, The Many Joys of Being Me'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-110134191446202310</id><published>2004-11-24T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T19:18:34.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caramel Orgasm....errr Corn</title><summary type='text'>Well, here I sit eating lusciously buttery oh so nummy caramel corn right before dinner. Some nutritionist out there must be turning over in their Atkins induced grave. Needless to say, I don't thing the medium sized tin will make it much past Thanksgiving. Ooo, perfect segway.What is Thanksgiving? Honestly now. It isn't overtly religious, it doesn't involve presents, it doesn't involve </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/110134191446202310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/110134191446202310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110134191446202310' title='Caramel Orgasm....errr Corn'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-109970479711235098</id><published>2004-11-05T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T20:33:17.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bore Into My Skull</title><summary type='text'>Well, by "bore" I mean that I am very, very, very bored at the moment. Ironically, my boredom gave me the initiative to post...weee. In addition, bore could also be my wantingness of a good trepanation right now, due to a splitting headache. For those not versed in the arcane medicinal arts, trepanation is the practice of boring into and removing a piece of the skull. It was to release the "bad </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/109970479711235098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/109970479711235098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109970479711235098' title='Bore Into My Skull'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-109892928858692778</id><published>2004-10-27T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T22:08:08.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Night Moon</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's been nigh over ten days since the last post, which I find actually pretty good, considering my posting habits of late (or lack there of). At any rate I felt like getting in one more pre Halloween post so here it is (ta da!).So, as for my celebration of Halloween this year it shall be sparse at best. Reason being... No matter how much I like Halloween and how ever much Halloween kicks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/109892928858692778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/109892928858692778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109892928858692778' title='Good Night Moon'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-109788687726450415</id><published>2004-10-15T19:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T20:34:37.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BOO!</title><summary type='text'>Well, my all time favorite holiday nears. And of course, it is none other than International Internet Day (the 20th). Ok, ok, seriously no, it is actually Mole Day (the kind in chemistry). Well, in all honestly, I was pulling your mangled limb, it is actually Chocolate Day (the 28th). What a glorious day that I am sure used some American taxdollars in its creation. Anywho, enough about obscure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/109788687726450415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/109788687726450415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109788687726450415' title='BOO!'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-109676292063415098</id><published>2004-10-02T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T20:22:00.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think Ripping My Fingernails Off Would Be More Fun and, Consequently, More Productive</title><summary type='text'>Well, that title just about sums up my view of my life at present, wee. The true question is, has that perception ever been any different? Enough with the philosophical soul searching and onto self-chastisement. Yes, I did say I would try to make an effort at the whole posting regularly thing... so much for that. However, in my defense I would like to point out that I totaled a n average of once </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/109676292063415098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/109676292063415098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109676292063415098' title='I Think Ripping My Fingernails Off Would Be More Fun and, Consequently, More Productive'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-109545607952126096</id><published>2004-09-17T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T17:23:11.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Tis Friday And the Room is Spinning</title><summary type='text'>Well, I suppose we should address the title issue first. Nothing of too much importance. My sister asked me to look for any brown spots whilst she was re-dying her hair to goet those pesky roots."So, you want to get your roots black before you go to college so that no one knows you dye your hair?""No, I just don't want it to look bad."Well, as for that last bit of my sister's wisdom, do not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/109545607952126096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/109545607952126096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109545607952126096' title='Ah, Tis Friday And the Room is Spinning'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-109528967539547215</id><published>2004-09-15T18:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T19:09:31.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A View Through the Eyes...err, Stomach of A Jon</title><summary type='text'>Well, the following is an excerpt (well, actually it is an entire work, I just like saying that) from a paper I wrote for English. The purpose was to detail an epiphany we had. Now, me, having an absolute loathing for personal essays, decided to go in a different (and decidedly more satirical) direction. Do you think she will notice the satire and not slap me over the head, you decide.In the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/109528967539547215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/109528967539547215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109528967539547215' title='A View Through the Eyes...err, Stomach of A Jon'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-109512694668342976</id><published>2004-09-13T21:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T21:56:49.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears</title><summary type='text'>Well, when I was a child, I used to be quite emotionally open. I would cry over trivial matters, trivial feelings, and the like. Then, something happened. The Gods only know what, or at the very least, I most assuredly do not know what it is or was. Somewhere around 5th grade or so, I suppose (rough estimate), I became more closed and introverted. Less talkative, less willing to share my opinions</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/109512694668342976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/109512694668342976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109512694668342976' title='Tears'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-109434507308763144</id><published>2004-09-04T20:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T20:44:33.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slave To The Machine</title><summary type='text'>Well, the title refers to two things really, one being worldly and the other being a tad abstracted. So, lets get that worldly bit out of the way along with other worldy bits.Three day weekend, weee! Went to the Nativity Festival on Friday, stole Andrew Lennard's hat, it was amusing. So, as far as those machines go... Did some routine maintenance on the bike today (Note to self: name bike), </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/109434507308763144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/109434507308763144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109434507308763144' title='Slave To The Machine'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-109331137814802658</id><published>2004-08-23T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T21:36:18.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!...ness...</title><summary type='text'>Well, there are those times in your life, no matter how positive you try to be, that you just have to give up and say that life is truly unfair. Well, an aspect of today was one of those moments. Apparently the Walnut Hills Chamber Orchestra is not good enough to qualify for OMEA's... Now, hold the gravy train for just one second. Looking back, said orchestra was the first high school orchestra </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/109331137814802658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/109331137814802658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109331137814802658' title='Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!...ness...'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-109304046939594979</id><published>2004-08-20T17:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T18:21:09.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Week Down...An Entire Eternity to Go</title><summary type='text'>Well, the first week of school has ended, and the first weekend of school has begun. Thus is a sad time, to think back on all the countless hours of freedom that the summer allows us. Alas, this freedom is simply a short respite. Perhaps it is even a tool used by the system to control us even more, by granting us token freedom, in exchange for us not going to their front door with pitchforks. The</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/109304046939594979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/109304046939594979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109304046939594979' title='One Week Down...An Entire Eternity to Go'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-109269822030534524</id><published>2004-08-16T19:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T19:17:00.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe...If Your Lucky</title><summary type='text'>Well, having been busy recently, what with that bastardization of education we call "summer homework"...more like "summer stuckathomework"... I havent really been able to post anything....garrrrrr. So, perhaps, when the school year begins and routine sets in, I shall make an effort to post regularly...perhaps...MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/109269822030534524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/109269822030534524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109269822030534524' title='Maybe...If Your Lucky'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-109215888668982423</id><published>2004-08-10T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T13:28:06.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer and All That Jazz (A Good Old Fashioned Down Home Methodist Blog Revival)</title><summary type='text'>Well,...feels good to say that, after not posting since... a month denoted by the number 4...whichever one that is. So, as to the title, Summer, being that season with hot weather and what not, and Jazz being what I'm listening to at the moment. Now that that's over with. So, I suppose a brief summary of my summer is in order. So, first thing I did (which seems an awful long time ago) is to go to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/109215888668982423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/109215888668982423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109215888668982423' title='Summer and All That Jazz (A Good Old Fashioned Down Home Methodist Blog Revival)'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-108231913176034101</id><published>2004-04-18T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T16:16:14.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep? and Blaaaaaarrrgh!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Well, lets tackle sleep first eh? Well, of late, i have not been sleeping well, just sort of lying there looking at the ceiling of my eyelids. Well, i tried the tried and true method of taking two ibuprofens and drift off. Well, that didnt work, even when in conjunction with a glass of warm milk. Soooo, i have been a tad sleep deprived of late. Despite the fact that i do like creating schemes for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/108231913176034101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/108231913176034101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108231913176034101' title='Sleep? and Blaaaaaarrrgh!!!!!!'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-108181597352034284</id><published>2004-04-12T20:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T20:30:07.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Manatees Watches and... Hockey?...Oh, and Junkmail From God</title><summary type='text'>Well, it has been 12 days or so since I had the pleasure of writing here. Sounds like a long time. However, when you put it into perspective those twelve days are just the tiniest of slivers of my life. Of course, it would be significantly larger if I were to meet an untimely doom...say... tomorrow or something. But, I have to plans to be hit by a semi running a redlight (that has almost happened</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/108181597352034284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/108181597352034284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108181597352034284' title='Manatees Watches and... Hockey?...Oh, and Junkmail From God'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-108086772385883140</id><published>2004-04-01T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T20:05:43.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fools Sickness</title><summary type='text'>Well, today I was sick with a debilitating stomach flu like thingy. It sucked horribly. And, my stomach even found the time to play an April fools prank on me. At one point in the day, I got out of bed and rushed to the bathroom, because I felt as though I had to vomit. When I got there, I suddenly did not have to vomit no longer. But wait, that's not the punchline. As I was walking back to my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/108086772385883140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/108086772385883140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108086772385883140' title='April Fools Sickness'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-108017726177268235</id><published>2004-03-24T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T20:17:49.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Well Well...</title><summary type='text'>Well, the title is just about all I have to say, since there is not much to say. Hrmm, one development I suppose, I went to a preliminary meeting for the Inline Hockey Club/Team (w/e). I was in a league (or somesuch, I forget) for a little while, then I stopped, so I have al the stuff in my basement, and might as well use it. One downside though is the pain. However, one upside is the pain. So, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/108017726177268235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/108017726177268235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108017726177268235' title='Well Well Well...'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107982663076392617</id><published>2004-03-20T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T19:50:02.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder and Movies...Oh My</title><summary type='text'>Well, today was the first thunderstorm of the year. Thunder, lightning, rain...the whole package offer. Anywho, moving on... Let's see, ah, Friday I went to the Scout "Bridging Ceremony", which is essentially an initiation ceremony for all the little, obnoxious, new scouts. Mostly likely, over half will be weaned out by the first month...hopefully. There was nummy food, mainly deserts, like nummy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107982663076392617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107982663076392617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107982663076392617' title='Thunder and Movies...Oh My'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107945729304767034</id><published>2004-03-16T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T13:20:44.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glorious Snow</title><summary type='text'>Well, apparently, some God somewhere answered my prayers, and we have snow. Yay! Well, anywho, not much to say....do do do... Hopefully we wont have a snowday tomorrow, so we can get this stupid waste of my time testing over with. Unless of course, this ilness which has fallen uppon me (yes, true illness) worsens, and i shall have tomiss tomorrow. We shall see.Once again, we being you the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107945729304767034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107945729304767034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107945729304767034' title='Glorious Snow'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107923583631612741</id><published>2004-03-13T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T23:17:51.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questionnaires and Submarines</title><summary type='text'>Well, I shall tackle those two in reverse order, I suppose. But first, we shall talk about recent events. Hmmmm, Friday I went to see Hidalgo, good movie, then had icecream at Greaters. Tonight, went on an excursion to find a Mexican restaurant called "Su Casa", and eventually found it. Very good food, very goooooooooooo....ehem...erm...very good fried icecream as well. In addition I say School </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107923583631612741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107923583631612741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107923583631612741' title='Questionnaires and Submarines'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107904349235877885</id><published>2004-03-11T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T17:21:22.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La Dee Da</title><summary type='text'>Well, not much to say really...erm, turned in 13 page history essay (see below). yeah....BushWell, I am not going to update you all missed bushisms, however, I shall post today's, and one previous one that deserves the extra effort..."This administration is doing everything we can to end the stalemate in an efficient way. We're making the right decisions to bring the solution to an end."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107904349235877885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107904349235877885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107904349235877885' title='La Dee Da'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107862396548827854</id><published>2004-03-06T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T20:49:08.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming to You Live...</title><summary type='text'>Well, tonight, I shall be posting from guess where...the Freeman's house. I guess I should relate how I got here. It all started today, after I had returned from the OMEA competition (more on this later), I was informed that we were going to Udipi's Cafe. This being a vegetarian Indian restaurant in Roselawn. So we went there with the Freemans, ate food, and then came back to their house. Then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107862396548827854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107862396548827854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107862396548827854' title='Coming to You Live...'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107827084262123061</id><published>2004-03-02T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T18:43:40.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memoriam</title><summary type='text'>Well, in light of recent events I suppose I shall do a tribute to 3 rather well liked individuals. First and foremost is Larry Moye, our beloved neighbor of more years than I can remember. A wonderful man, funny, sarcastic, witty. In fact, the bats that lived in his attic are soley responsibly for my learning to count: "one bat come out...two bat come out...three bat come out...." Good times, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107827084262123061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107827084262123061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107827084262123061' title='In Memoriam'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107810060662285764</id><published>2004-02-29T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T19:26:21.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Load Me Up Scotty</title><summary type='text'>Well, guess who finally got off his ass and registered an Angelfire site (again). What does this mean for you, the loyal blog viewer, well it means that I can now upload my files to this blog, wont that be fun. Technically, it is against angel fire policy to allow you to use a site on their site soley for an upload server, but do you really think they will every find out? Not likely. So without </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107810060662285764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107810060662285764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107810060662285764' title='Load Me Up Scotty'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107793871408981465</id><published>2004-02-27T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T22:28:06.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><summary type='text'>Well, i am tired, so there.In the sake of taking up space, and amusing the masses, here is a little conversation between me and Sherman, keep in mind that i was currently runiing a fever of 104.something.xXD4rKAbYsSXx (8:38:30 PM): good evening shermana 1337 ninj4 (8:38:35 PM): hey manxXD4rKAbYsSXx (8:40:13 PM): guess what i am holding in my handa 1337 ninj4 (8:40:19 PM): what</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107793871408981465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107793871408981465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107793871408981465' title='Tired'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107782554032353215</id><published>2004-02-26T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T15:01:51.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooooooooooooooooo...*cough*...oooooooooooooooooo...</title><summary type='text'>Well, I am writting this, while you are all at school, enjoying you happy little lives. I however, am home sick for the day. This is both a boon and an anti-boon (?). I get to miss school, yet, it hurts like hell, and I am quite confused. I am all achy, and my throat hurts rather hurtfully, and I have a fever. Yippe! Basically, my day has consited of one big catatonic stupor. I have been drifting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107782554032353215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107782554032353215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107782554032353215' title='Mooooooooooooooooo...*cough*...oooooooooooooooooo...'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107767827699732067</id><published>2004-02-24T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T22:07:25.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush and Bossa Nova</title><summary type='text'>Well, those two thoughts seem to contradict each other. One being an annoying monkey and the other mello, happy, Brazilian Jazz. Well, in all actuality, there is a connection...ha, gotcha. There is no connection what so ever. But we shall get to that a tad latter.Recently, I have not been the best Lord and Master to you. I do apologize for the lax posting. Anywho, to catch you up, not much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107767827699732067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107767827699732067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107767827699732067' title='Bush and Bossa Nova'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107706101544301211</id><published>2004-02-17T18:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T18:40:46.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooooooooooooooooo</title><summary type='text'>Well, as the title suggests...wait a minute...well, as the title does not suggest (or does, if you speak Bovine perhaps) not much is going on, so there. So, without further ceremony...Bushy"You see, the Senate wants to take away some of the powers of the administrative branch.""There's no bigger task than protecting the homeland of our country."PicTake a stab at that what is. If you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107706101544301211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107706101544301211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107706101544301211' title='Mooooooooooooooooo'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107677719254093060</id><published>2004-02-14T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T11:49:06.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Something Day</title><summary type='text'>Well, I am sure that we are all aware that today is Valentine's Day *shudders*. Ah, Valentine's Day that wonderful day that was created by the leaders of consumer America to swindle its populants out of their money. Granted, Valentine was a Christian priest in the days when they were hated in Rome. However, he did not perform secret marriages. He actually helped convicts escape from prison, oh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107677719254093060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107677719254093060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107677719254093060' title='Happy Something Day'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107663110791616611</id><published>2004-02-12T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T19:14:19.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog</title><summary type='text'>Well, barebones today cuz im feel'n groovy...no...feeling lazy...Anywho, nothing to say so onward we go.Bush"It's not Reaganesque to support a tax plan that is Clinton in nature."Wait, I thought Clinton was the evil lustful democrat who had bad policies...you make no sense...silly monkey...Moooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...Pic"Say hello Mr. Voorhees.""Hi" *stab*Yes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107663110791616611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107663110791616611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107663110791616611' title='Blog'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107654832211916246</id><published>2004-02-11T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T20:14:32.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contentment</title><summary type='text'>Well, I am (at the present moment in time) content. The sensation probably will not last very long, but hey I'll take what I can get. The tea and Beatles probably are the main factors, plus my home work is finished early, so yay! Well, anywho, not much to say I guess. Ski club is over *sniff*, so none of that nonsense today. I guess we shall press on to pressing matters...As always, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107654832211916246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107654832211916246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107654832211916246' title='Contentment'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107637439216773727</id><published>2004-02-09T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T19:58:58.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The British Are Coming</title><summary type='text'>Well, today is the 40th anniversary of the Beatles springing onto the American music scene, via The Ed Sullivan Show. So long ago, yet never forgotten. This being the reason why you, if everything worked out correctly, are listening to "She Loves You". Well, anywho, I spent 4 hours yesterday in a church feeding food to Christians. It was horrid, the Christians, not the food of course. So, with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107637439216773727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107637439216773727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107637439216773727' title='The British Are Coming'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107620077989817301</id><published>2004-02-07T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T19:42:04.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loose Ends</title><summary type='text'>Well, there are a few things that I have been meaning to put up here for a little while. Most importantly, the fact that Queen City Comic and Card has blasphemed. The have unceremoniously removed all of their wonderful old comic posters, and replaced them with many copies of the same "Spiderman 2" movie poster. It's horrible, down right wrong. I want "Namor the Submariner" back, damn it!And now</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107620077989817301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107620077989817301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107620077989817301' title='Loose Ends'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107617305378116476</id><published>2004-02-07T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T12:00:26.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Accept My Apologies</title><summary type='text'>Well, as you might have noticed, I have not been the best Blog keeper of late. So I do apologize for not posting in a tad of a while. Anywho, now that my self induced guilt trip is over, onto the recap. This week has not been bad. For starters, I got an A on a math quiz. Also, last night, we went out with the grandparents and went to Anand India and had nummiliscious Indian food. I had a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107617305378116476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107617305378116476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107617305378116476' title='Accept My Apologies'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107577020898615089</id><published>2004-02-02T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T20:05:47.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>Well, the day has been full of petty annoyances such as the rain, this chemistry lab, my wonderful new medication and more. I shall tackle them in that order. The rain is horrible, it is destroying all the wondrous snow, grrrrrr! The lab is terrible, there are some indescrepincies between the theoretical results, and the experimental ones, and no one can help me clear them up, so I cannot finish </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107577020898615089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107577020898615089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107577020898615089' title='Gaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107567295558385871</id><published>2004-02-01T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T17:04:52.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ich Weiss Nicht</title><summary type='text'>Well, as the title suggests (in German) I have no idea what to dub this post ergo, it shall have no name, other than "I do not know". Well The Boy Scout trip was fun fun fun. I hiked ten miles, woo-frickin-hoo. Also me and Michael got to walk around the wonderful town of Yellow Springs and enjoy the liberal atmosphere for a little while. Yellow Springs is the town populated by students from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107567295558385871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107567295558385871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107567295558385871' title='Ich Weiss Nicht'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107542442947177821</id><published>2004-01-29T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T20:02:42.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!</title><summary type='text'>Well, tis snowing outside and of course, me being an optimist, the rest of the world and I are hoping for a snowday. That would be glorious. Well skiing last night was fun, the snow was suprisingly good, and there were no major injuries (darn). I get to go on a Boy Scout outing this weekend, yay...yeeeeeeeees. At least I will be able to bring Risk, and actually be challenged for a change. Well, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107542442947177821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107542442947177821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107542442947177821' title='Snow!'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107524636837228631</id><published>2004-01-27T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T21:42:53.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sehr Schlecht</title><summary type='text'>Well, today was not quite as bad as the title may suggest (yes, it is in German). However, its not all ripe 'n peachy neither. Today was, well, I guess there is no word to describe today. It sucked, did nothing interesting, maybe there will be a good NOVA on tonight or something so I can further myself. At least the MIDI on this page started working for me again, before it was a tad screwy. So, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107524636837228631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107524636837228631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107524636837228631' title='Sehr Schlecht'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107515969913988361</id><published>2004-01-26T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T18:30:27.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...Oh...I'm Supposed to Post, Right?</title><summary type='text'>Well, today was boring, as are most snow days. I did nothing today, absolutely nothing. Well, nothing that would further my life here on earth anyways. So without having to exer much more energy, here's the crap.Bush"Guess what, you dont get one, because the 25th one sucked so much, i used todays."                             -Jon WoodPicIn Closing..."Ha, i laugh..."       -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107515969913988361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107515969913988361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107515969913988361' title='Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...Oh...I&apos;m Supposed to Post, Right?'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107508664228613398</id><published>2004-01-25T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T22:12:49.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glorious Snow</title><summary type='text'>Well, indeed, school hath been canceled for the 'morrow. *does happy dance*. So, to recap the events of the weekend, Saturday we went out to Aunt Kaye's. Reason being, so we could celebrate my mother's birthday with her mother. Drove out, had a wonderful, very nummy, country dinner. Then, one of the more succulent cakes was served. It was a 6 layer nummy chocolate cake with mocha icing/filling, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107508664228613398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107508664228613398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107508664228613398' title='Glorious Snow'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107489500733635970</id><published>2004-01-23T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T17:37:47.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame On Me</title><summary type='text'>Well, yes, poor blog how I hath neglected thee. At least you have a new theme song, catchy at that...Anywho, I shall try to get back into the bloggy habit. To recap the high points of the week, skiing was fun fun fun, good snow. Also, the concert last night went well. We were still better than Senior  Orch. hehe. At the end we played a thingy from "Pirates of the Caribbean" with Senior, reminds </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107489500733635970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107489500733635970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107489500733635970' title='Shame On Me'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107464967350204947</id><published>2004-01-20T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T20:51:37.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush</title><summary type='text'>Well, as the title sugests, i am in kinda of a rush. Thus, bushy and Co. shall have to wait. Also, i have decided to scrap the Hawii 5 o theme for another theme song (technically its an ending theme song). Can you guess what show it is from? (chances are, you wont get it, muahahahahaha.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107464967350204947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107464967350204947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107464967350204947' title='Rush'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107456846984721129</id><published>2004-01-19T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T22:16:28.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh God No, Not Another Picture, Please, No!</title><summary type='text'>Well, I hope that I never have to edit another picture ever again. Today, I did my family tree for German. What that has to do with German, I do not know. I spent 12 hours, from 10 to 10 (including breaks [allot 1.5 hours for those]) finding pictures on my overcrowded PC, scanning pictures, toutching up pictures, re-tinting pictures, de-blemishing pictures, screwing with the photo printer, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107456846984721129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107456846984721129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107456846984721129' title='Oh God No, Not Another Picture, Please, No!'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107445662508938997</id><published>2004-01-18T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T20:51:09.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest and Resplendence</title><summary type='text'>Well, I do apologize for my little five day hiatus. Just too busy I guess, at least I'm feeling better. Well, not really, what with all the wonderful stress of optioning and what not but who cares. On the upside I did get out of my violin lesson today. Reason being, my violin is currently undergoing surgery to add some fine tuners. Fine tuners being the little knobs at the other end of the string</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107445662508938997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107445662508938997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107445662508938997' title='Rest and Resplendence'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107404813488779159</id><published>2004-01-13T21:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T21:44:05.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Short</title><summary type='text'>Well, as the title suggest, this will be short. I just didnt want to not post today. Ill not do a pic today and give you two tomorrow, if im feeling particuarilly nice.Here is your Bush Monkey quote."For every fatal shooting, there were roughly three nonfatal shootings. And, folks, this is unacceptable in America. It's just unacceptable. Wne we're going to do something about it."hmm, killing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107404813488779159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107404813488779159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107404813488779159' title='Short'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107394181994584493</id><published>2004-01-12T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T16:10:41.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Hum</title><summary type='text'>Well, as the title suggests, not much is going on in Jon Land. So without furthure ceremonie, i bring you *trumpet fanfare* The Bulk!Once again the witty wisdom of Our Famed Fecies Throwing Friend is brought to light."We spent a lot of time talking about Africa, as we should. Africa is a nation that suffers from incredible disease."Well, it appears as though the remedial couses in foreign </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107394181994584493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107394181994584493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107394181994584493' title='Ho Hum'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107385751102562590</id><published>2004-01-11T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T16:47:37.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh</title><summary type='text'>Well, for your (read: my) convenience, I have decided to combine the weekends posts into one thingy, henceforth, unless I have something to write about on Saturday. This is fitting, because my Bushisms calendar combines Saturday and Sunday on one sheet of paper with one quote, so that is another reason I am doing this. Anywho, I went to go see "Big Fish" yesterday. Good movie, very interesting, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107385751102562590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107385751102562590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107385751102562590' title='Meh'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107368346618427451</id><published>2004-01-09T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T16:24:46.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T.G.I.F. (Thank the Gods I'm Free)</title><summary type='text'>Well, today is indeed Friday. All is well and good, I am content, I am about to go eat some chocolate, I'm good. Now, as to the title of this post. We were supposed to have received our grades today. However, since the teacher did not even turn their reports in until Monday or Tuesday, it was another Koenig promise that was doomed from the start. There is absolutely nothing wrong with my grades, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107368346618427451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107368346618427451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107368346618427451' title='T.G.I.F. (Thank the Gods I&apos;m Free)'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107368139180123870</id><published>2004-01-09T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T15:50:11.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Change Is Good</title><summary type='text'>Well, as you might have noticed, something is different about this blog. If you did notice, I applaud your effort, if not, you should shake your head in shame. Yes, its true I now have a background, and a few minor tone adjustments were also made to work with the new background. What a striking figure. On the outside dark, noble, regal, piercing eyes, a hardened glare. On the inside, a fluffy, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107368139180123870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107368139180123870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107368139180123870' title='Ah, Change Is Good'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107359611365771575</id><published>2004-01-08T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T16:35:58.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skiing, Fun in Fridgid Form</title><summary type='text'>Well, as previously stated, I went skiing yesterday. Most of the snow was fake, so it was not that great, but still good, cuz it was fresh. Now, my whole body hurts, skiing may be very fun, but it exacts its toll on the body...ow. On the upside, my sister (Kate) and her even more so "aloof" friend (Marie Turbeck (sp?)) got left behind, because, well, they are not exactly the shiniest of ornaments</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107359611365771575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107359611365771575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107359611365771575' title='Skiing, Fun in Fridgid Form'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107353069019601776</id><published>2004-01-07T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T21:58:30.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Much For Now</title><summary type='text'>Well, as the title suggests, not much for now. I just got home from ski club. I am to tired, and i have homework, so i shall make this breif, and not spenn check it.Well, the fluffy monkey of the executive branch shares his wisdom once again:"This foreign policy stuffis a little frustrating."Pic O the Day:too tired, ill post 2 tomorrow, if i like you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107353069019601776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107353069019601776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107353069019601776' title='Nothing Much For Now'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107343152767494615</id><published>2004-01-06T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T18:42:01.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing Testing 1...2...3...</title><summary type='text'>This has been a test of the American Broascasting Corporations nuclear attack warning service. Reapeating, this has been a test of the American Broadcast Corporations nuclear attack warning service. Once again, this is just a test. If this had not been a test, you would have been instructed as to what to do at this time...If the current test has succefully initialized (in other words, are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107343152767494615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107343152767494615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107343152767494615' title='Testing Testing 1...2...3...'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107342329008479569</id><published>2004-01-06T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T16:08:29.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Are Gonna Change Around Here.</title><summary type='text'>Well, it is a new year, and thus i hyave decided (duing in no way to the fact that it is a new year) that i will make some beuarocratic changes in the blog. Namely, i shall create two daily (more like any time i post) sections. These being (1) Bush Quote of the day, this duing to the fact that i can now begin to use my Bushisms daily callendar. (2) Pic of the day, the previous post is an example </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107342329008479569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107342329008479569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107342329008479569' title='Things Are Gonna Change Around Here.'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107334277337235790</id><published>2004-01-05T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T17:52:58.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeeeeeeee</title><summary type='text'>Its not my cat, but hey.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107334277337235790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107334277337235790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107334277337235790' title='Weeeeeeeeee'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107332318320669852</id><published>2004-01-05T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T17:36:45.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Not, I Cannot, You Cannot Make Me!!!</title><summary type='text'>Well, the wondrous winter holiday has come to an end. *sniff* I DON'T WANT TO GO BACK,NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! Ehem, well, I guess that school is an inevitability of life. The only good thing about it is, wait, there is no good thing about going back. Grrrrrrrrrrrrr. Oh well.Now, for some bulk. Yay.You spirit lies in a stream in a meadow! Beautifuldreamer wake unto me. Starlight and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107332318320669852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107332318320669852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107332318320669852' title='I Will Not, I Cannot, You Cannot Make Me!!!'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107314489623245974</id><published>2004-01-03T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T10:48:34.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaaaaaaaaack. And What Not...</title><summary type='text'>Well, once again, you thought I had forsaken you. But, as usual, you were wrong. I was simply too busy (read: lazy) to find the time to post. Now, I guess that you were hopping for a complete and utter summarization of my holidays. Well unfortunately I am currently too busy (read: lazy) to do so. Thus, I will present you with a brief schedule, then add a few details.My Holiday Thingy1. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107314489623245974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107314489623245974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107314489623245974' title='I&apos;m Baaaaaaaaaaack. And What Not...'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107219310051746093</id><published>2003-12-23T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T10:35:28.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn Something Damn It!</title><summary type='text'>Well, today, I have very little to post. Although, seeing as how it is only 10:00 and the day has yet to truly begin, it is logical that the situation is thus. Now, onto business. Recently I wrote a term paper, for my European History AP course. It happens to be a short 8 page treatise on the development of the violin during the baroque period. Read it, if you wish, and feel free to place any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107219310051746093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107219310051746093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107219310051746093' title='Learn Something Damn It!'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107205882384686407</id><published>2003-12-21T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T21:07:19.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My...*yawn*...Tired</title><summary type='text'>Well, i am quite the tired little rabit today. It apears as though the true holiday spirit, the one with all the rushing around, axiety, and depression, has got a hold of me, even though i havent done anything to provoke it. Oh well. I honestly dont have much to write about.As far as the Blog is concerened, im considering putting up some sorta posty chat sorta thing. We shall see where that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107205882384686407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107205882384686407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107205882384686407' title='My...*yawn*...Tired'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107186374955306235</id><published>2003-12-19T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T14:56:03.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I Did Not Forsake You...*mumble* Ungreatful Children *mumble*...</title><summary type='text'>Well, last i spoke my mind here was roughly seven days ago. When i still had my sanity. Exams are over, THANK THE GODS!!!...ehem...so i assure you that my sanity shall be returned. I am almost too lazy to type the proceding, but, i nthe sake of my original vow to post, i shall. And as to your end of the bargin, i hope you shall thank me generously (cash, checks, and all major credit cards </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107186374955306235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107186374955306235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107186374955306235' title='No, I Did Not Forsake You...*mumble* Ungreatful Children *mumble*...'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107128295470760329</id><published>2003-12-12T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T21:36:07.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bastet Damn It, My Feetsies Hurt!</title><summary type='text'>Well, went shopping with my aunt, mother, and (*shudders*) sister today. It started out relatively fine. We went to dicks, I got a pair of ski gloves. Looked at overly expensive ski jackets. Then it got a tad worse. I was drug to Old Navy. Now, granted, I have a few Old Navy items in my wardrobe. However, they do not overtly express the logo, and are fleece items, which is understandable. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107128295470760329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107128295470760329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107128295470760329' title='Bastet Damn It, My Feetsies Hurt!'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107084914999611400</id><published>2003-12-07T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T21:06:01.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much I Guess</title><summary type='text'>Well, not much has happened since last we sat down and discussed things, as it were. Did some homework. Did some reading. Did some violin. Got the ole hw finished. That's about itWell here is my English home work. Speak your mind about it. Do not expect much, I polished it off in about five minutes.The LightA Light, in the darknessA beacon in the shadowsshining, and glowing, bright with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107084914999611400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107084914999611400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107084914999611400' title='Not Much I Guess'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107075559383103476</id><published>2003-12-06T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T21:27:01.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At Least Some Change is Good</title><summary type='text'>Well, let us start from the beginning...er...Friday. Well Friday was pretty damn average. Average Cincinnati weather, cold wet overcast. I was drug to my fathers office party. I got to shut down the gigantic fun fun machine tools though. And got to look down upon the shop workers. Hehe, power trip. Anyways, then I had lots of little tiny things to eat. Yum. Next, on the upside of the day, I went </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107075559383103476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107075559383103476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107075559383103476' title='At Least Some Change is Good'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107058900324667848</id><published>2003-12-04T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T20:50:14.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmm, A Topic</title><summary type='text'>Well, life has continued its trend of tedium. I have  two major quizzes tomorrow, Algebra and Chem. Nothing much more to report I guess. I have a headache. Luckily, the pain is beginning to decrease. Though watch it increase to blinding pain when I increase my pulse by walking down the stairs to get some desert. That would be my luck, wouldn't it. Oh well. On another note. I invented a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107058900324667848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107058900324667848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107058900324667848' title='Hmmmm, A Topic'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107041167147370809</id><published>2003-12-02T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T19:34:41.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Quiz, And A Tad More, I Suppose</title><summary type='text'>Well, Life has returned to its tedium, already. Alas. Fortunately, another period of difference is fast approaching. The Yule Tide holiday. Oh what fun. Anyways, onto the quiz.You're Minoru. What Chobits character are you? brought to you by QuizillaWell I should hope I do not make people feel stupid. Ignorant, maybe, but certainty not stupid. I wish that fate upon no one.And, in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107041167147370809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107041167147370809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107041167147370809' title='One Quiz, And A Tad More, I Suppose'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107020728183166989</id><published>2003-11-30T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T10:48:11.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Things Of Note...And a Quiz, Muahahahaha...ehem.</title><summary type='text'>Well, today I got up, and I was bored. Then I had breakfast, then I was bored again. Next I went to my violin lesson at 9:30, then I was bored. Now I am posting on the ole blog. Sensing a pattern yet? Here's a challenge, guess what ill happen next, its a real poser. Anyways, onto (semi)important business. A few things of note have happened thus far. I finally got around to getting a new bow for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107020728183166989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107020728183166989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107020728183166989' title='A Few Things Of Note...And a Quiz, Muahahahaha...ehem.'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-107003649267011110</id><published>2003-11-28T11:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T11:25:04.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Again, Be Strong. It is Only One Quiz</title><summary type='text'>Well, Thanks Giving was nummy, as always. This year we went out to Brown county (read "the country") to have dinner at my Aunt's house. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. Good old country cooking. The we went home and I slept.On to the Quiz.YOU ARE A UNICORN!You symbolize all that is good and right with theworld. You are kind, considerate and helpful toall people. You love your friends and they loveyou right </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107003649267011110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/107003649267011110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107003649267011110' title='Once Again, Be Strong. It is Only One Quiz'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-106988245087997528</id><published>2003-11-26T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T16:34:19.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha, Take That Authority</title><summary type='text'>Well, I managed to infiltrate the temple, avoid the traps, and fight the giant moving statue, and steal the Sacred CPU. For the time being anyways. Well, life is relatively good. The Boyscout campout majig went well. The turkey was a tad dry. But the piggy mmmmmmmmmmmm, the piggy. Lets put it this way. If there is a heaven, or whatever, that is what they would serve for dinner. It was all nice </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106988245087997528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106988245087997528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106988245087997528' title='Haha, Take That Authority'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-106963527718137384</id><published>2003-11-23T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T19:54:44.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, as They Say, All Good Things Must Come to an End...Or at least, Get Indefinitely Marginalized</title><summary type='text'>Well, due to a set of classified circumstances, this Blog is going to change. The Blog will be suspended indefinitely, or at the very most be marginalized indefinitely. So do not expect much. Along with this, my AIM activities will most likely become marginalized. I expect this to last upwards of 2-3 weeks or so. Have no fear. As our incompetent movie star governor in the wonderful state of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106963527718137384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106963527718137384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106963527718137384' title='Well, as They Say, All Good Things Must Come to an End...Or at least, Get Indefinitely Marginalized'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-106937976347131388</id><published>2003-11-20T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T20:56:10.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Janis...Janis Joplin that is.</title><summary type='text'>Well, recently the music of Janis Joplin has been frequenting my mother's car's stereo. Not that that is by any means a bad thing. It appears as though my mother has brought up, from the great depths of...wherever such old cassettes and such comes from, I guess, one of her old Janis cassettes. Quite better than most of today's, so called, music. Well, ye best be getting along with your own little</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106937976347131388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106937976347131388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106937976347131388' title='Janis...Janis Joplin that is.'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-106937939352528220</id><published>2003-11-20T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T20:50:00.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, the Joys of Comfort</title><summary type='text'>Well, as I sit here in my nice comfortable chair, snuggling in my nice warm Paisley robe, drinking my nice warm Chai tea, I can do not but be comfortable. Hmmm, the tea could have used a little less brewing, but hey, no one is perfect. Anyways, life of late has not lost its utter boredom. And I am still consigned to the hell that is the annual Troop 6 Turkey Campout. *shudders*. Oh well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106937939352528220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106937939352528220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106937939352528220' title='Ah, the Joys of Comfort'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-106929302926805185</id><published>2003-11-19T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T20:50:35.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho Hum. </title><summary type='text'>Well, the preceding was a statement that best describes my life as of yet. Nothing special, what so ever, yada yada yada. In short, I'm going on a damnable Boyscout campout this weekend. Yippe...no. And, as is my duty as Patrol Leader of the Black Rabbits patrol (by far the coolest sounding patrol name in the history of troop 6) I have to take on all responsibility for anyone associated with my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106929302926805185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106929302926805185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106929302926805185' title='Ho Hum. '/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-106903766389661892</id><published>2003-11-16T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T21:55:48.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bear With It, Tis But One Quiz</title><summary type='text'>Well, once again, a quiz has struck me as being quite true. Although, not as eerily so as the last one, but hey, that was a phenomenon of nature. You are the Warrior Wolf .Fierce yet loyal, you will defend your Queen andthe country with your life. What  Caste of  Wolf are you? ( with pictures!:p) brought to you by QuizillaLoyal, checkDefending others, checkDefending country, ehem... Let's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106903766389661892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106903766389661892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106903766389661892' title='Bear With It, Tis But One Quiz'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-106885191966261131</id><published>2003-11-14T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-14T18:18:45.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dank Sei Gott Heute Ist Freitag...Um...Sure</title><summary type='text'>Well, for those of you who do not take German (*looks around accusingly*) the above phrase translates to " I love fluffy cupcakes"...er...wait, that is what I'm thinking right now...um...ah, the above phrase translates to: "Thank God Today Is Friday." Well, I'm not really thankful for it, and certainty not thankful to god for it, at least the Christian one. I have way too much stuff to do. This 4</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106885191966261131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106885191966261131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106885191966261131' title='Dank Sei Gott Heute Ist Freitag...Um...Sure'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-106868865544860902</id><published>2003-11-12T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T20:57:40.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack</title><summary type='text'>Well, no, I did not forsake you. I should have done this yesterday, but I was sick. And when I'm sick, there is a policy in the house that the TV and Computer are off limits. I guess its to balance the getting to stay home from school part. Well, anyways. I got back from Chicago. It was fun. Fun but cold, really really windchilly cold. Well, I'm back and lazy as ever. Yay!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106868865544860902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106868865544860902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106868865544860902' title='I&apos;m Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-106815165338760541</id><published>2003-11-06T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T15:47:36.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Going To Chicago (like "We're Going To Miami"...but not)</title><summary type='text'>Well, tomorrow I get to get up at 4:00, lucky me, and go to hell...No, I mean school, sometimes its hard to tell the difference. Then I get to get onto a bus, and go to Chicago, yay. In order for that to happen, I need to pack. I hate packing; I hate having to come home; I like the in between part though. Hopefully it will be fun, and I will not get too seriously injured.Today was one of those </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106815165338760541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106815165338760541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106815165338760541' title='We&apos;re Going To Chicago (like &quot;We&apos;re Going To Miami&quot;...but not)'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-106800099101546645</id><published>2003-11-04T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T21:56:33.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CRIME (as in the CRIMEan war, but not)</title><summary type='text'>Well, today I woke up, walked to the bathroom, and what did I notice out the window? I noticed that the side door of my mothers car was open. DUM DUm Dum. As it turns out, yes, the car had been broken into. Now, if it had been a usual day, there would have been absolutely nothing of value in there. This however was an unusual day. For yesterday, my mother had been out riding on the Lunken bike </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106800099101546645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106800099101546645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106800099101546645' title='CRIME (as in the CRIMEan war, but not)'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-106789176305788422</id><published>2003-11-03T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T15:36:05.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hone Of The Cubies</title><summary type='text'>Well, soon, and by that I mean Friday, I shall be going on the fine arts trip to Chicago, The Windy City, home of the cubs. Gasp, Chicago, its not like I have  not been there countless times before. So what if I've been there before, its with the orchestra. And since Mr. C could not get his fat hands together last year and take us anywhere, I feel that it is my duty to go on this trip. We have be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106789176305788422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106789176305788422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106789176305788422' title='The Hone Of The Cubies'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-106771088375453956</id><published>2003-11-01T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T13:25:27.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know I Know, just bear with the quizzes</title><summary type='text'>I know, I know, you hate annoying quizzes cluttering up blogs. But, what can I say, they are fun. And sometimes you get hilarious results. Exhibit AYou are the reincarnation of Albert Fish, world-class sicko, cannibal, and serial killer! Are you alive, or what else? brought to you by QuizillaExhibit BYou have elephantiasis! [Ed. (thats me Jon) my thats a nasty pic] Are you alive, or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106771088375453956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106771088375453956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106771088375453956' title='I Know I Know, just bear with the quizzes'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-106756960165061710</id><published>2003-10-30T22:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T22:06:43.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN YaY!!</title><summary type='text'>Well, today I got a tad more into the Halloween spirit. I carved my pumpkin a few minutes ago. It was so wide, I decided to go with two designs, as per usual. One being a spooky woods scene with an owl, and anonymous glowing eyes. The other is a generic skull. If I ever figure out how to post damn pictures up here, I will put them up. Do not count on it.Also today I drank a coke. What a big </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106756960165061710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106756960165061710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106756960165061710' title='HALLOWEEN YaY!!'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-106747095937932263</id><published>2003-10-29T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T18:42:39.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Now Own your Soul, Muahahahaha...Sort Of...</title><summary type='text'>aristocriminal (6:32:58 PM): whats permagnate? Mg O4 right?xXD4rKAbYsSXx (6:33:10 PM): sure, why notaristocriminal (6:33:20 PM): dammit, Im seriousaristocriminal (6:33:30 PM): I need it to finish thisxXD4rKAbYsSXx (6:33:32 PM): i dont knowxXD4rKAbYsSXx (6:33:38 PM): didnt you write it downaristocriminal (6:33:53 PM): no, I thought it was in the bookaristocriminal (6:33:59 PM): and its not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106747095937932263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106747095937932263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106747095937932263' title='I Now Own your Soul, Muahahahaha...Sort Of...'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-106746068156193105</id><published>2003-10-29T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T15:53:20.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is Always Fortune In Misfortune</title><summary type='text'>My, does not that title just evoke a tad of sermon like feeling. Well anyways, it is true. Today, that god damn Justin child/monkey was talking to me, so I forgot to pull the bus thingy until it was too late. I was forced to get off at the next stop. The one next to that damnable place known as Wallgreens *lightning flash*. I must commend them for their wonderfull, and wide (like me) assortment </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106746068156193105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106746068156193105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106746068156193105' title='There Is Always Fortune In Misfortune'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-106739644569806395</id><published>2003-10-28T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T22:00:47.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aw Crap.</title><summary type='text'>Well, i went to the planning meeting, and planned the crap for the next month. And whadda ya know it, I get stuck with a crap load of obligations. Thanks in part to the large mouth of a certain Micael Lennard. Damn him, the bastard. And again I get slapped with a load of Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrness. Thats means that i need to end this with a double Grr.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106739644569806395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106739644569806395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106739644569806395' title='Aw Crap.'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-106738166598046213</id><published>2003-10-28T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T17:54:27.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOOOO, i like the title field with the red and the what not, hehe</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106738166598046213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106738166598046213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106738166598046213' title='OOOOOO, i like the title field with the red and the what not, hehe'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-106738158678835575</id><published>2003-10-28T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T17:53:08.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Yippee...or not.</title><summary type='text'>Well, today I get to go to none other than Boy Scouts (disclaimer: Boy Scouts is a subsidiary of the catholic church and in no way takes responsibility for forced conversions to Catholicism) yippee...or not. Why, one may ask, I honestly do not know. It is most certaintly not of my free will, curse those damn parents with their "you need to go do something" attitude. I will tell you what I need to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106738158678835575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106738158678835575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106738158678835575' title='Oh Yippee...or not.'/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-106728987260376381</id><published>2003-10-27T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T16:24:33.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BREAKING NEWSWell, Mr. Bojangles is missing. For those of you who do not know who that is, its my pet squirrel. He has not come back for about 3 days now. This is quite unusual, and it is highly unlikely that he has run off. What is more likely is that he has been viciously attacked and murdered by one of the various stray cats that like to stick around our house. Maybe they think they will get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106728987260376381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106728987260376381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106728987260376381' title=''/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-106719901147672056</id><published>2003-10-26T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T15:12:33.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a little addition to the previous posty. My father finnaly found out that i had my own blog. I know many parents whom if they found out their child was spending time working on a useless internet site would say something to the affect of:"That child spends too much time on his computer, its not good for him to be making his onw websites and such." well here is how the conversation between me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106719901147672056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106719901147672056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106719901147672056' title=''/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-106719661375948545</id><published>2003-10-26T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T14:30:14.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, today i got back from my mountain biking trip. It was fun, painfull, but fun. Maybe the pain enhanced the experience, im not quite sure...anyways, the weather was absolutely wonderfull...on saturday. Today, however, what ever force is up there *points* made us pay for saturday, but we packed up and left, so it didnt make much difference. When i got dropped off at my house, i took a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106719661375948545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106719661375948545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106719661375948545' title=''/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-106694910364394305</id><published>2003-10-23T18:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T18:45:03.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, seeing as how yesterdays post did not really pertain to yesterday, I think ill just fill you in on yesterday. Yesterday was semi-mundane, I did a few things to better my life. For instance, I finished fixing my bike, for the trip up to Caesar's Creek this weekend. I got nice and greasy, and came out smelling oh so wonderfully like WD-40, hehe. I also taped a PUBLIC television documentary on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106694910364394305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106694910364394305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106694910364394305' title=''/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-106685096913831620</id><published>2003-10-22T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T15:29:28.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I id not post yesterday. Alas, I have failed you faithful readers...Faithful reader, who am I kidding... I meant to post, but I was very buys, inexorably so. I had a large amount of homework to do, and Boy Scouts to go to. Yes, for those who do not know, I am a Boy Scout. I am not one of my own free will. I was forced into submission of the Little Christian Army. Damn those crazy Christians</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106685096913831620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106685096913831620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106685096913831620' title=''/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964053.post-106666983146140135</id><published>2003-10-20T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T13:10:31.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, in the spirit of a blog, I suppose I should make an effort to post every day. And it is in that spirit that I write this post. Well, today has been, like yesterday, very uneventful. I would even go so far as to say that today has been even more uneventful than yesterday. Today, I awoke at around 7:00, got my shower and what not. Then I went downstairs, decided I was feeling really lazy, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106666983146140135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5964053/posts/default/106666983146140135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://the-vampiric-abyss.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106666983146140135' title=''/><author><name>xXD4rKAbYsSXx</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10958312868653848847</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
