<?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-2565461841564514633</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:55:50.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neil's Blog (Original Title)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565461841564514633/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsblog09.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01193035671611919468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dRfiR_8-Z8/Sjqi1ltThmI/AAAAAAAAAow/hTbU364ql5o/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565461841564514633.post-3810079042492378990</id><published>2009-08-14T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T15:21:39.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes...this is a post...yes it required thought...to copy and paste</title><content type='html'>Stole this from Abigail...enjoy prying into my personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing 30 mins ago? feeding the Taylors animals :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Resturaunt you went to? Pizza Inn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have an exciting last weekend? Yes, I made money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever crawled through a window? More times than I care to recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you at 1 AM Sunday morning? My bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you texted? My guitar teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like yourself? More than most :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever died your hair? Yes...accidentally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing a necklace? Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything in your past you'd like to try again? Heck no...kinda boring to keep repeating things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hows your heart lately? Which piece?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your relationship status? Unavailiable if thats what you're asking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look behind you what do you see?...My dad........wait...My dad?....weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many rooms does your house have? 18 (no i didn't walk through counting them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever worked in a food place? Yes...currently. Animal food that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who and where was the last concert you went to? The North Tower Band at Chasers Beach Club at the...beach...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Summer plans for 2009? New York in Sept. (sweetnesss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you eat for lunch today? A couple h,b,&amp;amp; c's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats on your schedule for tomorrow? Work...MONEY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last song you heard? Hemispheres by Rush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about abortions? Feelings don't matter...Its Murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you drive? Every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know anyone that is currently locked up? Yes...my brother in his closet ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you are humble? Not in the slightest...and proud of it (pun intended)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you ate a homegrown tomato? dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever ordered from an informercial? Heck yes! I got this amazing lemon juicer that curls my hair too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever requested a song on the radio? Yes...a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate the last girl you talked to? Not in the slightest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you took a nap? Yesterday...God bless the USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? My uncle in NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To text you? Tabby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to? the AC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting happen lately? Oh yes...if you only knew...lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 8:00 this morning? Washing dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you chew on your straws?...i don't have any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you rode in the car with that was under 21? My brother Joel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have curly hair? Only if i use my lemon juicer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone that doesn't like you because of something you didn't do? Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you go today? The mechanic and the taylors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a heavy sleeper? No...i weight about the same awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you hand washed the dishes? ...ever have deja vu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who were the last people you ate with? the fam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have college plans? ECU music major prob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you mad at anyone right now? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite flavor of jelly? Grape...all others will be violated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me the last dream you remember having.  ....as oppossed to the last one i &lt;em&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt; remember having?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you meet anybody new today? No...they were all used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you say aim or a-i-m?...aim. otherwise he'll be gone before you get to "fire"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked on aim? I don't talk while i'm doin my killin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you dance to the taco song? Heck yes! With wooden toggles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever counted to 1000? Yes...trying to number these questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a castle? Nope...someday hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a cell phone? Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you use chop sticks? I can use anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever have cream puffs? Every day...with fresh strawberries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever seen the Butterfly Effect? Nope...aint even heareded of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever walked into a wall? hahahahaha...yes...in public too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sarcastic?...you tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was your profile picture taken at? My bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hate or dislike 3 or more people? (unlike abigail) YES...not condoning it, but not lying either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite animal? The one on my plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hula hoop? Like a beast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565461841564514633-3810079042492378990?l=neilsblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/3810079042492378990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565461841564514633&amp;postID=3810079042492378990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565461841564514633/posts/default/3810079042492378990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565461841564514633/posts/default/3810079042492378990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsblog09.blogspot.com/2009/08/yesthis-is-postyes-it-required.html' title='Yes...this is a post...yes it required thought...to copy and paste'/><author><name>Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01193035671611919468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dRfiR_8-Z8/Sjqi1ltThmI/AAAAAAAAAow/hTbU364ql5o/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565461841564514633.post-1179303489185760846</id><published>2009-07-29T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T19:49:17.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My awesomeness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbRqLfr5VDc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wbRqLfr5VDc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565461841564514633-1179303489185760846?l=neilsblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/1179303489185760846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565461841564514633&amp;postID=1179303489185760846' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565461841564514633/posts/default/1179303489185760846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565461841564514633/posts/default/1179303489185760846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsblog09.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-awesomeness.html' title='My awesomeness'/><author><name>Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01193035671611919468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dRfiR_8-Z8/Sjqi1ltThmI/AAAAAAAAAow/hTbU364ql5o/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565461841564514633.post-4010125872276175979</id><published>2009-07-15T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T17:55:09.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O_O (and staring)</title><content type='html'>So my intention wasn't to post on stupid random things that happen to me anymore, but I owe a post, and I'm not ready for deep theology...so anywhoage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a question for y'all and a story...of sorts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Am I a unusual looking person? Or perhaps out of the ordinary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a problem now for a few months...or maybe longer..that's just when I started to notice.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be walking through the mall, or any other place, and people will STARE AT ME. Now usually this would be a complement for someone, but I'm no fool, and I know I'm not good looking in the least, which leaves me with only a few possible outs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story: Today I'm walking through the mall (ttc) minding my own business, humming a tune, carrying a lame chinchilla in a baggy on my arm. Completely harmless. Completely innocent. Completely normal. Right? I began to notice as everyone stared at me walking in the doors. I shrugged it off and continued about my business. But it continued, as I passed, people would turn. I was concerned...I ran through the checklist in my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boogers hanging from nose - nope&lt;br /&gt;Fly - check&lt;br /&gt;Underwear on the outside - check&lt;br /&gt;Bird poop on the hair - God forbid no&lt;br /&gt;Shoes untied - Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't figure it out. I checked myself in a mirror...no decidedly grotesque features, besides my normal face (which I'm not ruling out that...just assuming its not THAT weird) as I was about to leave, a group of middle aged people standing in the jewelry shop began POINTING, and STARING, and WHISPERING....I'd had enough. I was going to return the favor. The RETURN STARE TECHNIQUE...always works right? Most of the time anyway...sometimes you get more than you bargained for...and angry boyfriends...&lt;br /&gt;So I end this day still at a loss...what was the cause of this unnatural starage?&lt;br /&gt;Help me out...Red hair isn't that obsolete is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565461841564514633-4010125872276175979?l=neilsblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/4010125872276175979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565461841564514633&amp;postID=4010125872276175979' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565461841564514633/posts/default/4010125872276175979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565461841564514633/posts/default/4010125872276175979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsblog09.blogspot.com/2009/07/oo-and-staring.html' title='O_O (and staring)'/><author><name>Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01193035671611919468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dRfiR_8-Z8/Sjqi1ltThmI/AAAAAAAAAow/hTbU364ql5o/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2565461841564514633.post-2366050499657536803</id><published>2009-06-18T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T13:44:41.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...familiar</title><content type='html'>So I'm back. I don't know for how long, but I'm here and thats what counts right?&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot of ideas floating around in my head, and there's no better way to get ideas out than to write them down.&lt;br /&gt;So expect to be Aweded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Formerly His Enilness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2565461841564514633-2366050499657536803?l=neilsblog09.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neilsblog09.blogspot.com/feeds/2366050499657536803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2565461841564514633&amp;postID=2366050499657536803' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565461841564514633/posts/default/2366050499657536803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2565461841564514633/posts/default/2366050499657536803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neilsblog09.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmmmfamiliar.html' title='Hmmm...familiar'/><author><name>Neil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01193035671611919468</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4dRfiR_8-Z8/Sjqi1ltThmI/AAAAAAAAAow/hTbU364ql5o/S220/profile2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
