<?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-18739076</id><updated>2011-08-02T18:17:22.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chillax</title><subtitle type='html'>"karma is a serious thing and a force to be reckoned with."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chillax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04948259254438986107</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739076.post-993471948946037790</id><published>2007-06-06T02:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T03:03:12.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have not written in this for a good amount of time and I'm not sure if anyone still reads it, or if anyone did before. but as i sit here at 3 am and not able to fall asleep i figured i would update this. spring sems was not as bad as i thought it would be. for some reason i thought i would be spending ever waking moment in a book. but that was not the case, i walked away with a pretty good sems esp being at a new school. since school is over work as taken over, but finding time to go out. I'm hoping this summer has a lot to offer I'm putting my hopes up high, we'll see where things go. i will try to keep this updated as best as i can...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739076-993471948946037790?l=chillax2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/feeds/993471948946037790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739076&amp;postID=993471948946037790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/993471948946037790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/993471948946037790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-have-not-written-in-this-for-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Chillax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04948259254438986107</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739076.post-117139760982586481</id><published>2007-02-13T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T15:13:29.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha o mann, I tap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739076-117139760982586481?l=chillax2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/feeds/117139760982586481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739076&amp;postID=117139760982586481&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/117139760982586481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/117139760982586481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/2007/02/haha-o-mann-i-tap.html' title=''/><author><name>Chillax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04948259254438986107</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739076.post-116746408578396844</id><published>2006-12-30T02:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T02:34:45.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I only wish to tell you my story dear reader&lt;br /&gt;Kind friend. It's too late for me but you still have a chance&lt;br /&gt;If she finds you she will consume you&lt;br /&gt;She will love you like she loved me&lt;br /&gt;Then down down.&lt;br /&gt;To where I fell.&lt;br /&gt;Where I burn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739076-116746408578396844?l=chillax2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/feeds/116746408578396844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739076&amp;postID=116746408578396844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/116746408578396844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/116746408578396844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-only-wish-to-tell-you-my-story-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Chillax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04948259254438986107</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739076.post-116114965522068492</id><published>2006-10-18T01:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T02:05:51.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe we're not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories. Admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human. Maybe we're thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we're thankful for the things we'll never know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739076-116114965522068492?l=chillax2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/feeds/116114965522068492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739076&amp;postID=116114965522068492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/116114965522068492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/116114965522068492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/2006/10/maybe-were-not-supposed-to-be-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Chillax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04948259254438986107</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739076.post-115976922303008539</id><published>2006-10-02T01:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T12:44:22.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This last month has been nothing then thinking about things. I have been thinking about everything that you could think about. Life, world, music, friends, past relationship, job, school, my attitude towards things, beliefs, me view on the world, and I do not know if this is where I want to be. I have this constant thought that whatever I am doing is wrong and I am messing up one thing or another. Most of our lives is a series of images that pass us by like towns on the highway. This quote has been killing me. It makes me think about things in the past. What if I had done things differently? Did I do the right things when it WAS the right time to do it? If I did change things what would have the out come have been?, should I go back through the past and find what I am looking for and bring back with me? Am I living in the past? Am I hoping what once was will soon be? Am I hoping ghosts that were in the past would pop there head back and tell me what I did wrong? Is what I have in front of me know what I wanted? The direction I have my thoughts and my life going is that where I want to be. I feel as if this is a mini mid life crisis [even though I am only 20] or I am just stupid and think into things a lot. Or I am 20 and I cannot rely on playground rules to solve all of life’s problems. I really just do not know, and it is not as if I have not looked for answers, I just cannot find the answers I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739076-115976922303008539?l=chillax2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/feeds/115976922303008539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739076&amp;postID=115976922303008539&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/115976922303008539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/115976922303008539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-last-month-has-been-nothing-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Chillax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04948259254438986107</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739076.post-115680535748344078</id><published>2006-08-28T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T18:49:17.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sooo,  I guess it is safe to say summer is over. There is only a week left in summer for me and I have to spend most of it by myself because everyone has already gone back. The highlights of this summer would def be: shore house parties, bonnaroo, countless nights with nothing to do but spent with good friends, BORIS!, CZW, buying a pair of shoes that won't come till Christmas, fishing, there is probably more that I can't think about right now. However, this summer was not a bad one I have nothing to complain about. No regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1922/1841/1600/p1010105.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1922/1841/320/p1010105.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739076-115680535748344078?l=chillax2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/feeds/115680535748344078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739076&amp;postID=115680535748344078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/115680535748344078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/115680535748344078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/2006/08/sooo-i-guess-it-is-safe-to-say-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>Chillax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04948259254438986107</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739076.post-115484739468789308</id><published>2006-08-06T02:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T02:56:34.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok worse/best time to listen to music is early/late at night, and it is only worse because of what it makes me think about... but I really enjoy it more at 1 - 4 in the morning. It can be anything from as mellow as phish to as heavy as boris, i can always enjoy it in that time frame. Music always goes down smooth not matter how you serve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739076-115484739468789308?l=chillax2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/feeds/115484739468789308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739076&amp;postID=115484739468789308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/115484739468789308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/115484739468789308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/2006/08/ok-worsebest-time-to-listen-to-music.html' title=''/><author><name>Chillax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04948259254438986107</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739076.post-115372252576199042</id><published>2006-07-24T02:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T02:28:45.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1922/1841/1600/jimbee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1922/1841/320/jimbee.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739076-115372252576199042?l=chillax2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/feeds/115372252576199042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739076&amp;postID=115372252576199042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/115372252576199042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/115372252576199042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chillax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04948259254438986107</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739076.post-115222218207806431</id><published>2006-07-06T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T17:43:02.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summer has not treated me bad, so far. summer has been nothing but nights spent with friends with nothing to do. a couple of concerts here and there, and maybe another fest in the middle of aug. just looking back now, being only july the summer has been nothing but good times, and hopefully will count.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739076-115222218207806431?l=chillax2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/feeds/115222218207806431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739076&amp;postID=115222218207806431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/115222218207806431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/115222218207806431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/2006/07/summer-has-not-treated-me-bad-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Chillax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04948259254438986107</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739076.post-115076695783376895</id><published>2006-06-19T20:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T21:29:55.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bonaroo.., bonarroo, bonaroo, bonaroo...BONAROO, bonaroo........ bonaroo. i don't what eles to say other then bonaroo.  The past four days were intense, amazing bands, amazing time, and alot of driving. sooooo much driving. the drive down didnt seem that bad, i guess because we didn't really know when we were going to get there or what the line would look like, or anything really, this was the first time that John and I had done somthing this big on our own. The only thing i had to go by for fest. was phish's last show, and that was an extreme case because of mud. We got there with little to no problem at all. the only thing that might have gone wrong was that i thought i found a short cut ( sounds like a joke we have all heard before.) well it wasn't really a short cut, it added about 45mins to our drive, but man was it a sweet ass road, it took us threw this crazy hickish down where you don't want your car to break down. the road tho was like the roads you see in the movies with a high speed chase. the roads were so winey it was crazy non the less kinda happy i went that way, added to the trip. ( even tho i was the only one up) so non the less we got to where we need to be and the line to get into the gates didn't look that bad so we sat there, thinking we might be sitting there for a couple of hours. I could not have been so wrong i think we sat in line for all of 15mins and the line never stoped moving. great, awsome, we'll get in set up the tent and go exploring. well we got the tent set up but centeroo( were all the bands are going to play and the"town") wasn't open yet it didn't open till later that night and it was only 11 in the moring..... soooo much time to kill and the sun beating down on us and no shade. what to do?... sleep lots of sleep. thursday was such a long day of nothing. then finally came night bonaroo has offical kicked off. o so much to be done, so much to see. so much happen more then i feel like typing, but i'll run down all the bands i saw. Matt Costa, Andrew Bird, Ben Folds, G Love, Mike Gordon &amp; Ramble Dove, Oysterhead, Tom Petty &amp;amp; the Heart Breakers, My Moring Jacket, Umphrey's McGee, Magic Numbers, Clap Your Hands and Say Yeah!, Elvis Costello and the Imposters, Beck, Radiohead, Mike Doughty's Band, Soulive, Bela Fleck &amp;amp; the Flecktones, Matisyahu,  and Sonic Youth. for the most part thats all of the bands i saw, i saw a couple that i just stayed for 1 or 2 songs and left. non the less an amazing time... the real question tho out of this trip/adventure, would i go back next yr... ehhh would have to have a lot of different bands on the bill for me to go back. might have been a one time deal for me... unno, don't get me wrong had amazing time, meet some awsome people, the bands were outstanding. but might want to end this on a good note.&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bonnaroo.com/2006/artists/artist_stages.htm?http://www.bonnaroo.com/2006/artists/stages/mikegordon/mikegordon.htm" target="content"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739076-115076695783376895?l=chillax2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/feeds/115076695783376895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739076&amp;postID=115076695783376895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/115076695783376895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/115076695783376895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/2006/06/bonaroo.html' title=''/><author><name>Chillax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04948259254438986107</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739076.post-114704388071187764</id><published>2006-05-07T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T19:18:00.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Top 10 ablums that I have been listen to as of late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] Phish - New Years '95&lt;br /&gt;2] Raidohead - Hail To The Thief&lt;br /&gt;3] Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Show Your Bones&lt;br /&gt;4] Big Wig - Invitation to Tragedy&lt;br /&gt;5] At The Drive-In - Relationship of Command&lt;br /&gt;6] Small Brown Bike - Nail Your Self To The Ground&lt;br /&gt;7] Sufjan Stevens - Come On Feel The Illinoise!&lt;br /&gt;8] Tool -  10,000 Days&lt;br /&gt;9] Bela Fleck &amp;amp; The Flecktones - Outbound&lt;br /&gt;10] Clap Your Hands and Say Yeah! - Clap Your Hands Say Yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739076-114704388071187764?l=chillax2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/feeds/114704388071187764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739076&amp;postID=114704388071187764&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/114704388071187764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/114704388071187764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/2006/05/top-10-ablums-that-i-have-been-listen.html' title=''/><author><name>Chillax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04948259254438986107</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739076.post-114669238094727508</id><published>2006-05-03T17:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T17:39:40.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This past week has been easy considering that these are the last couple of weeks before school is done with. I think this is the 1st semster where i don't have any big projects due, or 20 page papers i have to hand in. All I have to do is just take some tests and Im done.  Last weekend Dann, Jim, Shaun and I went camping in maryland. I think we all were hoping that a bear would find Shuan while he was trying to take a shit and eat him, but that didn't happen. Nothing really did. It was just a good way to get away from thingsfor a weekend and just take it easy. We went fishing none of us caught anything other then jim of course, and he doesn't even like to fish. But over all the weekend wasn't to bad.  As the days are getting closer to Bonaroo i have been listen to more and more music and i really can not wait till bonaroo is here. It is a good way to kick off the summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739076-114669238094727508?l=chillax2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/feeds/114669238094727508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739076&amp;postID=114669238094727508&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/114669238094727508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/114669238094727508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-past-week-has-been-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>Chillax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04948259254438986107</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739076.post-114598124026237526</id><published>2006-04-25T12:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T12:07:20.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;Most of our lives is a series of images that pass us by like towns on the highway, but sometimes a moment stuns us as it happens, and we know that this instant is more than a fleeting image, we know that this moment, every part of it, will live on FOREVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739076-114598124026237526?l=chillax2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/feeds/114598124026237526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739076&amp;postID=114598124026237526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/114598124026237526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/114598124026237526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/2006/04/most-of-our-lives-is-series-of-images.html' title=''/><author><name>Chillax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04948259254438986107</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739076.post-114549615812637250</id><published>2006-04-19T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:22:38.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>- To think that two and two are four&lt;br /&gt;    And neither five nor three&lt;br /&gt;The heart of man has long been sore&lt;br /&gt;     And long ' tis like to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739076-114549615812637250?l=chillax2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/feeds/114549615812637250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739076&amp;postID=114549615812637250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/114549615812637250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/114549615812637250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-think-that-two-and-two-are-four-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Chillax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04948259254438986107</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739076.post-114214623256691216</id><published>2006-03-12T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T01:50:32.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>triforce..coming soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739076-114214623256691216?l=chillax2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/feeds/114214623256691216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739076&amp;postID=114214623256691216&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/114214623256691216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/114214623256691216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/2006/03/triforce.html' title=''/><author><name>Chillax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04948259254438986107</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739076.post-114158630400743104</id><published>2006-03-05T14:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T14:21:01.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week has been really weird for some reason. It wasn't a weird week because of any events, but it just didn't seem like there was any time, time did not exist. The week seem to have gone so slow and the week was sucking the life out of me. for the last 3 nights I have had a totally of 4 hours of sleep, but I am no where near tired. Im afraid to see what happens when I have the chance to sleep in next I might just not wake up. But in the mean time of not getting any sleep I have had time to think about a lot of things going on in my life. And I am happy where I am, things have changed in my life, my views on things of have changed as well. Things that have taken place in the last 3months I would have to say was for the better. Having good friends around you makes all the difference, my friends are my hero's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739076-114158630400743104?l=chillax2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/feeds/114158630400743104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739076&amp;postID=114158630400743104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/114158630400743104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/114158630400743104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-week-has-been-really-weird-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Chillax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04948259254438986107</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739076.post-114108674354649912</id><published>2006-02-27T19:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T19:32:23.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1922/1841/1600/n55300635_30100224_6555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1922/1841/320/n55300635_30100224_6555.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1922/1841/1600/n55300635_30100223_6267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1922/1841/320/n55300635_30100223_6267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1922/1841/1600/goodtimes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1922/1841/1600/goodtimes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1922/1841/320/goodtimes2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1922/1841/1600/goodtimes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1922/1841/320/goodtimes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good times...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739076-114108674354649912?l=chillax2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/feeds/114108674354649912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739076&amp;postID=114108674354649912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/114108674354649912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/114108674354649912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/2006/02/good-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Chillax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04948259254438986107</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739076.post-114054144930900187</id><published>2006-02-21T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T12:04:09.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This past weekend was awesome. I went up to the Pocono's with my good friend John. Anytime I know im spending the weekend with John I know I will have a blast. And this time was like everyother, amazing. After work on Friday night I drove up to the Pocono's to find John and his college friends all hanging out by the fire. It was cool, it sucked a little because leaving straight from work to drive there made me really tired. Come Saturday it was Johns birthday, after sleeping until about 11 in the moring we decided that we all weren't going to be able to all lave at cone to go skiing so we made to car trips. One that left at 12 and one that would leave later at like 2. Well I took the later one, and so did John and Andrew. We tried to meet up with everyone else but the mt. was closing because it didn't have night lights. Arr. So we went to Big Boulder instead. After getting my lift ticket and my ski rental's I could already feel my feet getting really cold. Sure enough one time down the mountain I could not feel myself moving my feet. So I went inside for a bit to warm up, while listen to a Jon Bon Jovi cover band. Once I got feeling back I went out again, but this time I came down and it was sooo icy and windy and coolldd, and it just wasn't working out so I called it a night and waited for everyone else inside to get done. I was a little upset until we got back I remember we were getting some Dominics. where they have the best pig pizza. After dinner we went back to the house were Johns college friends had decked out the house in birthday decorations. It was a really good time saturday night everyone was a good time and there was MAGIC HAT #9. Nice. so I had my self a couple and just enjoyed talking to people all night and watching garden state x2. It was such a good night I had an awesome time and it was awesome to meet new people. As John would say it was a weekend 2 decades in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1922/1841/320/p1010006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739076-114054144930900187?l=chillax2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/feeds/114054144930900187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739076&amp;postID=114054144930900187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/114054144930900187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/114054144930900187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-past-weekend-was-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>Chillax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04948259254438986107</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739076.post-113977608979088531</id><published>2006-02-12T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T15:28:09.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>JUNE 16TH TO THE 18TH WILL BE THE BEST DAMN TIME IN MY LIFE YEAH!! BONAROO HERE I COME WITH THE BIGGEST SMILE ON MY FACE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739076-113977608979088531?l=chillax2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/feeds/113977608979088531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739076&amp;postID=113977608979088531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/113977608979088531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/113977608979088531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/2006/02/june-16th-to-18th-will-be-best-damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Chillax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04948259254438986107</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739076.post-113936150063491515</id><published>2006-02-07T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T20:21:46.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My brother had written a blog about education, and how the school system is slowly lowering the bar for expectations. But its not just now, schools have let plenty of people slip threw the cracks. I have been told it has happen to me I passed along instead of being held back one more year and maybe having a better chance of understanding things. Also one of my boss's kid was passed a long from 1st grade up to 5th grade, and her reading level was at a 2nd grade level when she was in 5th grade. That's INSANE that means she probably didn't know what was going on with homework or following kids readings in class. And the teachers just pawned them off to the next. Im sure its not there intention to pass them along, but I am sure that they look over certain things so that they don't have to deal with the kid, because it would be too time consuming. Also after reading his blog I started to look at older people in my classes (older = 22 +). Some of them can barely read a paragraph with out the teacher stepping in and helping them at least 3 or 4 times. Im not saying that I am the best reader either, I have to read a page about 3x before it sinks in. But I can go threw a paragraph or 2 with out being helped with "big words" I don't know something to think about when the next time your in class and hear the person reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739076-113936150063491515?l=chillax2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/feeds/113936150063491515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739076&amp;postID=113936150063491515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/113936150063491515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/113936150063491515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-brother-had-written-blog-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Chillax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04948259254438986107</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739076.post-113910815120050447</id><published>2006-02-04T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T21:55:51.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok so. I don't have many hobbies. Infact none, unless you count music, then that is probably my one and only true hobby. being so into music, its amazing to see how it changes. its awesome. I save all of my tickets to every show I have been to. Its a great way to look back on shows and think what songs were played and who went with you. Especially bands that are not around anymore ( phish). But since certain bands have departed I have started to look at other bands a lot more, and o my how have my eyes have been open. With my good friend John and I trading music, saying what each other should check out is another awesome way to get to know new bands. And when im talking about music, I mean MUSIC. Not something that is only going to be around for about 3 weeks, until it gets retired on MTV. Im talking about bands that know there music like it was a fine english woman. Where each member knows there instruments like it was there own body part. The best way to experience music, I think, is to go to large venue where lots of other bands are playing as well. Because you know these other bands/groups that are playing with the band you went to see are going to have the same musical taste. so in a way its killing 2 birds with one stone. Not only are you seeing the band that drove you to go, but also you are seeing other bands that could potential lead you to like them as well. This leads you where I want to be on June 16 to the 18, in Tennessee, for Bonaroo. O my, Bonaroo will have ever band on the bill that I wanted to see this summer all in one location. and a road trip is added onto it. If I went to it this year not only would it make my summer but would lead me to other bands that would open a whole new can of worms for me. One can hope friends can move some funding around and can make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bonnaroo.com/2006/"&gt;http://www.bonnaroo.com/2006/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739076-113910815120050447?l=chillax2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/feeds/113910815120050447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739076&amp;postID=113910815120050447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/113910815120050447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/113910815120050447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/2006/02/ok-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Chillax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04948259254438986107</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18739076.post-113882016320395058</id><published>2006-02-01T13:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T13:56:03.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1922/1841/1600/155149178_l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1922/1841/320/155149178_l.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, i have never "bloged" &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt;. but i have been visting the same four websites lately, so i figured i need to change it up a bit. so i started to do this. we'll see how well this goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18739076-113882016320395058?l=chillax2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/feeds/113882016320395058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18739076&amp;postID=113882016320395058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/113882016320395058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18739076/posts/default/113882016320395058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chillax2.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-i-have-never-bloged-ever_01.html' title=''/><author><name>Chillax</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04948259254438986107</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
