<?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-11064303</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:01:16.686-05:00</updated><category term='boring'/><category term='siblings'/><category term='happy'/><category term='lonely'/><category term='school'/><category term='interim'/><category term='time'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Petey's Piece of the World</title><subtitle type='html'>Write from your heart, right from your heart.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-2363193788816084361</id><published>2007-05-30T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T10:18:44.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Until Abby Walks Down the Aisle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="time"&gt;&lt;span id="message"&gt;&lt;b&gt;{d} Days : {h} Hours : {m} Minutes : {s} Seconds until Abby and I start the wedding march!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; var c = new Countdown('time', {year:2007,month:06,day:30,hour:15,minute:30});&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang that's sweet... and coming' up fast!!! I can't wait to see everyone and get to have the party of the century!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-2363193788816084361?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/2363193788816084361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=2363193788816084361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/2363193788816084361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/2363193788816084361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2007/05/var-c-new-countdowntime.html' title='Time Until Abby Walks Down the Aisle'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-1946843301464986146</id><published>2007-04-11T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T22:12:56.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I can't really tell you how much I enjoy Jack Handey and his Deep thoughts... so I will just show you a few of my favorites... I don't think everything he writes is comic gold... just most of what he writes. These quotes are all meant to be read separately:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One day one of my little nephews came up to me and asked me if the equator was a real line that went around the Earth, or just an imaginary one. I had to laugh. Laugh and laugh. Because I didn't know, and I thought that maybe by laughing he would forget what he asked me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I ever get real rich, I hope I'm not real mean to poor people, like I am now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know something that would really make me applaud? A guy gets stuck in quicksand, then sinks, then suddenly comes shooting out, riding on water skis! How do they do that?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're a circus clown, and you have a dog that you use in your act, I don't think it's a good idea to also dress the dog up like a clown, because people see that and they think, 'Forgive me, but that's just too much.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's a good thing to do if you go to a party and you don't know anybody: First, take out the garbage. Then go around and collect any extra garbage that people might have, like a crumpled-up napkin, and take that out too. Pretty soon people will want to meet the busy garbage guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whenever I see an old lady slip and fall on a wet sidewalk, my first instinct is to laugh. But then I think, what if I was an ant, and she fell on me. Then it wouldn't seem quite so funny." &lt;a href="http://www.deepthoughtsbyjackhandey.com/media.asp?file=161"&gt;-click here-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Instead of a regular arm, Carl had been born with a pigeon's wing. The odd thing was, all through his life, no one had ever laughed at his wing - not even the mean kids at school. Then one day he realized why: he looked in the mirror and saw that HE WAS A PIGEON! He crapped right there, as he often did, wherever he was." &lt;a href="http://www.deepthoughtsbyjackhandey.com/media.asp?file=077"&gt;-click here-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I saw the old bum pushing his grocery cart down the street, at first I felt sorry for him. But then when I saw what was in his cart I thought, Well, no wonder you're a bum, look at the dumb things you bought." &lt;a href="http://www.deepthoughtsbyjackhandey.com/media.asp?file=098"&gt;-click here-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is a super favorite... I have it on my facebook profile:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I remember I was hammering on a fence in the backyard when Dad approached. He was carrying a letter or something in his hand, and he looked worried. I continued to hammer as he came toward me. "Son," he said, "why are you hammering on that fence? It already has plenty of nails in it." "Oh, I'm not using nails," I replied. "I'm just hammering." With that, I returned to my hammering. Dad asked me to stop hammering, as he had some news. I did stop hammering, but first I got a couple more hammers in, and this seemed to make Dad mad. "I said, stop hammering!" he yelled. I think he felt bad for yelling at me, especially since it looked like he had bad news. "Look," he said, "you can hammer later, but first-" Well, I didn't even wait to hear the rest. As soon as I heard "You can hammer," that's what I started doing. Hammering away, happy as an old hammerdog. Dad tried to physically stop me from hammering by inserting a small log of some sort between my hammer and the fence. But I just kept on hammering, 'cause that's the way I am when I get that hammer going. Then, he just grabbed my arm and made me stop. "I'm afraid I have some news for you," he said. I swear, what I did next was not hammering. I was just letting the hammer swing lazily at arm's length, and maybe it tapped the fence once or twice, but that's all. That apparently didn't make any difference whatsoever to Dad, because he just grabbed my hammer out of my hand and flung it across the field. And when I saw my hammer flying helplessly through the air like that, I just couldn't take it. I burst out crying, I admit it. And I ran to the house, as fast as my legs could take me. "Son, come back!" yelled Dad. "What about your hammer?!" But I could not have cared less about hammering at that point. I ran into the house and flung myself onto my bed, pounding the bed with my fists. I pounded and pounded, until finally, behind me, I heard a voice. "As long as you're pounding, why not use this?" I turned, and it was Dad, holding a brand-new solid-gold hammer. I quickly wiped the tears from my eyes and ran to Dad's outstretched arms. But suddenly, he jumped out of the way, and I went sailing through the second-story window behind him. Whenever I hear about a kid getting in trouble with drugs, I like to tell him this story."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-1946843301464986146?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/1946843301464986146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=1946843301464986146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/1946843301464986146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/1946843301464986146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2007/04/deep-thoughts-by-jack-handey.html' title='Deep Thoughts by Jack Handey'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-5354187020807489428</id><published>2007-04-02T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T08:44:25.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Celebrity Look-alike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" alt="MyHeritage - share black and white photos with facial recognition technology" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/H/storage/site1/files/59/05/21/590521_9814709a7011642301uz25.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite celebrity that I look like is Gael Garcia Bernal... he is the lead in one of my favorite movies (the science of sleep)... I also like that I was compared to Philip Seymour Hoffman.... and I enjoy that a female was included and that is was Meryl Streep. tee hee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-5354187020807489428?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/5354187020807489428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=5354187020807489428' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/5354187020807489428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/5354187020807489428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-celebrity-look-alike.html' title='My Celebrity Look-alike'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-7051873407668513656</id><published>2007-03-27T20:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:37:44.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Folds - Such Great Heights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/uSsB74HG7jo' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/uSsB74HG7jo'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Patric sent me this link... and I like it because it is one of my favorite songs... performed by one of my favorite singers... I think this is becoming the number one covered song by modern artists.... crazy!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-7051873407668513656?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/7051873407668513656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=7051873407668513656' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/7051873407668513656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/7051873407668513656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2007/03/ben-folds-such-great-heights.html' title='Ben Folds - Such Great Heights'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-1013600381540224974</id><published>2007-03-21T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T13:38:04.148-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Happy? no way!</title><content type='html'>So I got a chance to act in someone's short student film and it was an amazing experience.... nope not because I got to act in a film, but because I got to hang out with a bunch of cool people... and no they weren't cool because they were shooting a film, they were cool because they were happy and fun... therefore I was happy. It has been a long while since I have been happy like that. It was like constant laughing between takes... and the jokes weren't extremely crude (which seems to be the only thing people think is funny anymore) and it wasn't saying anything really harsh towards one another (which is another comical trend with in my close friends). it was really just good fun. Situational comedy... in real life of course. Even after I was &lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/wrapped"&gt;wrapped (Definition 16b if you're not familiar)&lt;/a&gt;I didn't leave because I was just having so much fun just chill'n. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man that sounds super sappy and all the rest, but it was really really needed. Plus, usually I rant on here about how sad my life is to me and how terrible of a person I am (with out giving reasons of course, cuz I don't really want you to think I'm terrible). It is good to laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my spring break this week and I'm work'n the whole week. Yippy! I really need the money. Travis is getting married in half a month and I'm his best man. This is going to be crazy. I'm getting married in about 3 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I get a career where I get to play all day... like acting.... or sound design. Hang out and play with friends all day. That is my dream job. so, yeah. nothing to important to report, just check'n in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I got a nintendo DS... so if anyone else out there has one (and has a wifi access) you should let me know and maybe we could play something. Right now I only have Animal Crossing, but soon I will have more games... many many more... mwa ha ha ha ha ah... so drop me a line ya'll!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-1013600381540224974?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/1013600381540224974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=1013600381540224974' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/1013600381540224974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/1013600381540224974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2007/03/happy-no-way.html' title='Happy? no way!'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-4901331616441785233</id><published>2007-03-01T23:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T23:06:56.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I think....</title><content type='html'>I don't have a soul... is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it is just a wish... as in if I didn't have a soul than I wouldn't be accountable for anything I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-4901331616441785233?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/4901331616441785233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=4901331616441785233' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/4901331616441785233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/4901331616441785233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-think.html' title='I think....'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-7145905919059345810</id><published>2007-02-03T10:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T10:29:18.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ishkur.com/posters/awesome.php"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/awesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-7145905919059345810?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/7145905919059345810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=7145905919059345810' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/7145905919059345810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/7145905919059345810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2007/02/awesome.html' title='Awesome'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-8818510956286189566</id><published>2007-01-31T19:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T20:33:46.797-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><title type='text'>So.... so.... uhm, suck my toe?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/blue_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, I think that I've reached a point in my life where people don't really want to be my friend... or maybe it isn't that they don't wanna be my friend, but they don't wanna hang out.... no it's not that even... it is more of, people don't think I'm interesting or enjoy my company or input. I've realized that I've alienated myself. I think. I don't hang out with my friends enough maybe. When I do, I feel like an outcast... like I don't know what to say. I feel like people are really only my friends because they feel sorry for me. I don't have any inside jokes with anyone. Nobody wants to sit down and have a philosophical conversation with me. I've become this thing that no one is sure they want to really get to know. I'm just peter... with a lowercase p. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how petty of me to even think aloud this way, yet here I am. I can't help it. I need to write it out. Already anticipating the "that's not true"s and  "I'm your friend"s... and that's not to say that they aren't right, but when it comes right down to it. Who is going to look back 5 or 10 years from now and say. Man, I miss Petey Boy... or who is still going to be my friend after that long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figureright"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/saddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/saddy_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is hard to maintain friendships when there is no more common ground, like school, classes, organizations, and what have you. Think about friends from high school you thought would last forever, and now... do you even know where they are? Do you care? I've tried to "keep in touch"... but it is pretty dang difficult. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around on facebook and sit in classes (with which I have friends in) and everyone else just chats away and smiles away and pats each other on the back and chainsaws each other's heads off (okay, I've never seen that happen). why not me? hmmm? well, I don't know why not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-8818510956286189566?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/8818510956286189566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=8818510956286189566' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/8818510956286189566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/8818510956286189566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-so-uhm-suck-my-toe.html' title='So.... so.... uhm, suck my toe?'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-778217529725398864</id><published>2007-01-19T15:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T15:58:17.224-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siblings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Duty</title><content type='html'>I think it is my duty as a part of this blogging sibling community to let everyone know to CALM THE EFF DOWN. Eveyone is acting like such drama queens and know-it-alls. Which I know is how we were raised and have acted out whole lives, but seriously get over yourselves and then get back under yourselves from a different angle. Nobody is trying to hurt anybody else, nobody has the end-all-be-all answer for anybody else, and nobody is trying to out-do anybody else. Ya'll need to open your eyes and look around. Stop trying fix each other... while letting each other try to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically what I'm trying to say is that I'm the best, I know how to fix everything and my problems are much bigger than all of yours!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-778217529725398864?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/778217529725398864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=778217529725398864' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/778217529725398864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/778217529725398864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2007/01/duty.html' title='Duty'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-8092861036133580806</id><published>2007-01-02T15:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T15:58:50.091-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been about a month since my last post... boy has time really flown since then. Nothing really new to report. I started interim today and well that is about it. I switched over to the new blogger so I wanted to make a new post. Alrighty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya&lt;br /&gt;Peter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-8092861036133580806?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/8092861036133580806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=8092861036133580806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/8092861036133580806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/8092861036133580806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-it-has-been-about-month-since-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-116534441938346629</id><published>2006-12-05T12:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T12:46:59.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do baby's come from</title><content type='html'>so apparently this is a true story... please read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stunning-stuff.com/read-weird-news-stories/91.html?ci=3"&gt;The birds and the bees&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-116534441938346629?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/116534441938346629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=116534441938346629' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/116534441938346629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/116534441938346629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/12/where-do-babys-come-from.html' title='Where do baby&apos;s come from'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-116499077762710716</id><published>2006-12-01T10:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T10:36:09.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Morbid Artwork :: Blood Scarf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/bloodscarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/bloodscarf_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Blood Scarf&lt;/div&gt;So I was browsing my favorite blogs and came across this crazy scarf. I don't really have much to say about it... if it intrigues you check out the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Blood Scarf depicts a scarf knit out of clear vinyl tubing. An intravenous device emerging out of the user's hand fills the scarf with blood. The implied narrative is a paradoxical one in which the device keeps the user warm with their blood while at the same time draining their blood drip by drip."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.makezine.com/blog/archive/2006/11/blood_scarf.html"&gt;[via]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.makezine.com"&gt;Makezine.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laurasplan.com/"&gt;[link]Laura Splan &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-116499077762710716?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/116499077762710716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=116499077762710716' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/116499077762710716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/116499077762710716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/12/holy-morbid-artwork-blood-scarf.html' title='Holy Morbid Artwork :: Blood Scarf'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-116473037920783825</id><published>2006-11-28T09:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T10:12:59.256-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>waiting for the frame of things to disjoint</title><content type='html'>"Better be with the dead&lt;br /&gt;whom we, to gain our peace, have sent to peace&lt;br /&gt;than on the torture of the mind to lie&lt;br /&gt;in restless ecstasy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Macbeth, Shakespeare-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thanksgiving is over. I ate more than my fill and now it is time for the winter weight drop. Turn exercise up and eating down. Sounds easy enough. We shall see how things work out. I don't really have anything to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove past my childhood home over the break and they are starting to paint the garage blue. What the crap is that? The garage and house have to be a terrible shade of greenish yellow. But apparently the new owners think blue is a good idea. I tell ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-116473037920783825?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/116473037920783825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=116473037920783825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/116473037920783825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/116473037920783825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/11/waiting-for-frame-of-things-to.html' title='waiting for the frame of things to disjoint'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-116388929967807946</id><published>2006-11-18T16:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T16:34:59.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Amateur - Lasse Gjertsen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/JzqumbhfxRo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/JzqumbhfxRo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;This video I just saw for the first time today and it reminded me of the video I post only seconds ago, that is because they are by the same dude, who happens to be an amazing video editor... just to note, I am indeed jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-116388929967807946?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/116388929967807946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=116388929967807946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/116388929967807946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/116388929967807946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/11/amateur-lasse-gjertsen-this-video-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-116388922977618751</id><published>2006-11-18T16:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T16:33:49.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hyperactive - Lasse Gjertsen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/o9698TqtY4A"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/o9698TqtY4A" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;okay... so this video is really old, i know. I saw it a few months ago, but if you haven't seen this video yet watch it. This guy isn't really beat boxing, but he is doing some wicked cool editing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-116388922977618751?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/116388922977618751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=116388922977618751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/116388922977618751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/116388922977618751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/11/hyperactive-lasse-gjertsen-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-116380280006777130</id><published>2006-11-17T16:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T16:33:20.080-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Golly</title><content type='html'>Oo-de-lally, Oo-de-lally&lt;br /&gt;Golly, what a day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-116380280006777130?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/116380280006777130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=116380280006777130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/116380280006777130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/116380280006777130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/11/golly.html' title='Golly'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-116311505063915847</id><published>2006-11-09T17:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T17:30:50.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Beck on SNL&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/r4c6zyVOD3g"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/r4c6zyVOD3g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thanks to Rachel for sending me this link. This is why Beck is freak'n awesome!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-116311505063915847?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/116311505063915847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=116311505063915847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/116311505063915847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/116311505063915847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/11/beck-on-snl-thanks-to-rachel-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-116292142829565162</id><published>2006-11-07T11:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T11:43:48.513-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>today is gonna be the day...</title><content type='html'>Well, I really wish I had something to blog about, but I don't really. Emery is going to be playing in Milwaukee tomorrow, but am I going? nope. Why not you may ask... well, I have messed up priorities. As in, I can't really afford it... even though I can afford other things that I can't really afford. It is so hard for me to hold onto money, I'm not really sure why that is. If I want something, I get it... and that's a problem, I'm trying really hard not to spend... like really really hard, but check this out. For some reason, UW Oshkosh got free tickets to an advanced screening of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pick_of_destiny"&gt;Tenacious D's Pick of Destiny &lt;/a&gt;. As in, the movie doesn't come out till the 22nd and I'm going to see it today. As in, I don't go see movies in the theatre because they are to expensive, but this one is free. So, That is pretty cool. I have two tickets currently and already invited Mike because I know that he appreciates movies as much, or probably even more, than me. Which brings me to my next point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never really taught how to use &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;than&lt;/span&gt; properly. So I never know if I'm using the right one in the right way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be spending Thanksgiving in Juneau... Wisconsin's Juneau. It will be a fun fun time of talking about deer season and the wedding. I'm probably going to bring board games in hopes of swaying the Magalsky's into a board game habit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beat the game &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kingdom_Hearts"&gt;Kingdom Hearts&lt;/a&gt; last monday and now am extremely bored. I have &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kingdom_Hearts_2"&gt;Kingdom Hearts 2&lt;/a&gt; just sitting there in my room, but this one is going to be even longer and more involved &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;than&lt;/span&gt; the last. (And the last one I spent close to 40 hours beating). I don't know if that is good or bad. Abby hates it... like with a passion. I like video games, they give me a sense of accomplishment or something. They at least give me something to do. I suppose I could do homework, but the sense of accomplishment that comes with that is not nearly as fulfilling... actually on second thought I think it is more fulfilling to do homework and the like, but meh, I like games better. But where are games going to get me. I don't know. How about in the Hospital with huge gapping bed sores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of, I think I have mono. But I don't know. Mike just told me that because I'm tired all the time I might have mono. scary. But not really, I'll live. I have no health insurance, so even if I did have mono it'd be like meh what can ya do besides make chicken noodle soup (which is amazingly delicious) and take a bunch of vitamn C's. Fun fun silly willy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Buttons_and_Mindy"&gt;Okay Lady, I love you, buh-bye!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-116292142829565162?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/116292142829565162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=116292142829565162' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/116292142829565162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/116292142829565162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/11/today-is-gonna-be-day.html' title='today is gonna be the day...'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-116201485015232172</id><published>2006-10-28T00:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T00:54:10.176-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>life... ugh</title><content type='html'>"Life is pain, Highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw you you were&lt;br /&gt;Chasin down&lt;br /&gt;A cyclone&lt;br /&gt;All alone in the field&lt;br /&gt;With railyards and clovers I kept rollin on&lt;br /&gt;Never thought youd wind up chasin&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I settle down&lt;br /&gt;I wont hesitate&lt;br /&gt;To hit the highway&lt;br /&gt;Before you leave me to waste no&lt;br /&gt;Ill settle up and Ill help you find something to drive&lt;br /&gt;Before you drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your tired of walkin&lt;br /&gt;And you loathe the ground&lt;br /&gt;The sideway belly touched your feet&lt;br /&gt;Black moons to slowly to hold you down&lt;br /&gt;With ring hand you take it out on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settle down&lt;br /&gt;I wont hesitate to hit the highway&lt;br /&gt;Before you leave me to waste&lt;br /&gt;Saddle up and Ill help you find something to drive&lt;br /&gt;Before you drive me insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get yourself a car&lt;br /&gt;Drive it all alone&lt;br /&gt;Get ourself a car&lt;br /&gt;And ride it on the wind&lt;br /&gt;Get yourself a car&lt;br /&gt;And drive it all alone&lt;br /&gt;Get yourself a car&lt;br /&gt;And ride it on the wind yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea well settle down&lt;br /&gt;I wont hesitate to hit the highway&lt;br /&gt;Before you leave me to waste&lt;br /&gt;Settle up and Ill help you find something to drive&lt;br /&gt;Before you drive me insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get yourself a car&lt;br /&gt;And drive it all alone&lt;br /&gt;Get yourself a car&lt;br /&gt;And ride it on the wind&lt;br /&gt;Get yourself a car&lt;br /&gt;And drive it all alone&lt;br /&gt;Get yourself a car&lt;br /&gt;And ride it on the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Audioslave -&lt;br /&gt;"Getaway Car"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-116201485015232172?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/116201485015232172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=116201485015232172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/116201485015232172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/116201485015232172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-ugh.html' title='life... ugh'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-116198468844808239</id><published>2006-10-27T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T16:31:28.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Project for the New American Century&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/9sg_NRC8ozk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/9sg_NRC8ozk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;I really really really like the way this video is made... and it definitely makes you think... but most of all I like how it looks... also, the world is sick... but the video looks good... etc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-116198468844808239?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/116198468844808239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=116198468844808239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/116198468844808239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/116198468844808239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/10/project-for-new-american-century-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-116197988054466656</id><published>2006-10-27T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T15:11:20.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so... uhm &lt;a href="http://www.monkeymonkeymonkeymonkey.com"&gt;monkeymonkeymonkeymonkey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-116197988054466656?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/116197988054466656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=116197988054466656' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/116197988054466656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/116197988054466656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/10/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-115946627505446373</id><published>2006-09-28T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T13:16:54.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>explaining marmaduke</title><content type='html'>Have you ever read those crazy Marmaduke comics and wonder just what was the writer thinking or trying to say? well here is one persons attempt to define those comics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://marmadukeexplained.blogspot.com/"&gt;marmadukeexplained.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking at things more closely I figured out (by reading the title of the blog) that this is written by joe mathalete... sole member of The Mathletes which oddly enough rachel had sent me a link to there site yesterday and I could have stumbled upon this blog from that webpage, but in fact I went a completely different route only to find out later I was already beaten to the site by none other than myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... what?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-115946627505446373?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/115946627505446373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=115946627505446373' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115946627505446373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115946627505446373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/09/explaining-marmaduke.html' title='explaining marmaduke'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-115938042290523628</id><published>2006-09-27T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T13:07:03.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs are so 2005 :: Insert tongue into cheek</title><content type='html'>I just want to let Patric know that the reason I got so many comments on my last blog entry had nothing to do with the quality or humor of the post, but mearly that it was a subject people seem to want to discuss... and discussions on blogs lead to a lot of comments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when everyone had a blog a year ago... I mean everyone. I think even mom was about to start one. The kitchen sink had a huge cult fan base and the rest was history. But that was then and this is now. Blog are lame! Anybody who is anybody knows that they are just a self rightous way to imagine one's self as being more important than others. A website dedicated to me. Where all of my life is spelled out for the world to read, but wait... did I mention that I want my life to be private? That stupid patriot act is cramping my style. No one should know what I'm up to, but please don't stop reading my blog, just comment and forget about what I said, after all you can judge your value in the world by the number of comments you get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want as many comments as possible and everyone to like me... but I want to be unique and not care what anyone has to say about anything! Wait... please don't leave... I like you... just don't copy me you bastard! no... okay fine... I didn't mean that. Secretly, I want everyone to be like me and do everything I do. But know that I was the first and best. It was my idea from the get go. Don't take credit for something I obviously did first... I am the ultimate blogger... well I was until you all started copying me, now I just write in a journal and read it out my bedroom window each night at 6:42pm, you'll have to swing by sometime and see how cool I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-115938042290523628?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/115938042290523628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=115938042290523628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115938042290523628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115938042290523628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/09/blogs-are-so-2005-insert-tongue-into.html' title='Blogs are so 2005 :: Insert tongue into cheek'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-115916158647881673</id><published>2006-09-25T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T00:19:46.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more to come...</title><content type='html'>Nothing new to report. I did the blockbuster online trial... and I really enjoyed it. I kept track of the movies I watched, but my computer hard drive formatted last week and I lost everything that I have ever digitally loved.... for the most part. Anyway, I just realized this weekend that Emily started writing in her blog again. (Abby told me.) I also realize that I am the new black sheep of the family... and I kind of like it that way. I kind of want it that way. blarg... can't think.. must sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-115916158647881673?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/115916158647881673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=115916158647881673' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115916158647881673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115916158647881673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/09/more-to-come.html' title='more to come...'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-115686394102433633</id><published>2006-08-29T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T10:06:25.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>radio/tv/FILM?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blockbuster.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.rlc.dcccd.edu/career/blockbuster.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello fellow readers. It is I, Pedro el Grande, here to bring you news of my life. Basically, I just wanted to say that blockbuster is the most freak'n expensive movie rental place on the planet. $3.99 for a movie. That's almost the same price as going to a theatre matinee. SICK!and video games... holy camoly. They cost $8 dollars to rent! EIGHT DOLLARS!!! You have got to be joking... nope. Why would I care? Well, my bank sent me $15 worth of blockbuster rentals. So, I figured I go and use 'em up, but criminitly, the movies were extremely high priced. As comparison, I opened a new accout at the family video down the road. Their new releases are 2.50. That is a little on the high side for me. But they have $1 nearly new rentals and 2 for $1 all other dvds... not mention kids movies are free, which included my favorites Little Nemo, Fox and the Hound, and Robin Hood. But wait there's more, the first month that one signs up for family video, they get a month of rentals half price. That means 25¢ for most movies, 50¢ for nearly new and a little over a buck for new releases. Wow!!! That's pretty good I'd say. (plus I got a free rental for filling out a sign-up survey). So, maybe I've just been spoiled by family video, but blockbuster has no contest on family video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. On to the reason I wrote this post. Upon checking out movies from BB (how I'm going to refer to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;lock&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;uster), I was presented with the opportunity to try BB online for free. That is to say, I would get a free month of the online service known as Blockbust Online. I've been intrigued with the idea of having movies mailed directly to my door ever since I first heard about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Netflix"&gt;netflix&lt;/a&gt;. The possiblity of a lazy endevour, such as renting and watching movies, becoming even more lazy has always astonished me. Anyway, of course I'm going to try the free trial and as doing so, I declare to you, my loyal fans, starting today, at this precise moment of time, on the twenty-ninth day of the eighth month in the two thousandth and sixth year after the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, ........ I'm going to rent as many (and hopefully watch as many) movies in this [what I'm going to call] "The Free Month" as possible. I may watch as many as 2 or 3 a day. Don't think I won't. Oh I will. It is important in my life to watch these movies... to study them in meticulous detail... to know them intimatly inside and out... to give them candy when they are down... and comfort when they are alone... starting today movies will be my friend for a whole month, because after that they will start charging me $17.99 every month for Movies and I to hang out and I just don't think our friendship should be based on money. Movies thinks he is so popular as to charge people to hang out with him. I say no way, sir. Our friendship was good until you became mister big shot. But until that day comes, Movies and I are going to stroll hand in hand as the best of friends and no one and nothing can take that away from us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(except maybe a dispute about being a mister big shot as stated before)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-115686394102433633?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/115686394102433633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=115686394102433633' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115686394102433633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115686394102433633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/08/radiotvfilm_29.html' title='radio/tv/FILM?'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-115592636456584696</id><published>2006-08-18T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T13:39:24.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://mrl.nyu.edu/~jhan/ftirtouch/"&gt;The future is coming on&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-115592636456584696?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/115592636456584696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=115592636456584696' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115592636456584696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115592636456584696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/08/fun-technology.html' title='Fun Technology'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-115583551699864334</id><published>2006-08-17T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T12:25:17.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I suppose</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- &lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/buggy/buggy.m4v"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/buggy_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;A Lite Snack&lt;/div&gt; --&gt;It has been a while since I have posted as is the trend of blogs. I am back from California... as in done with my vacation. "Why did I come back early" you may ask. Well, because I missed my sweety pie, abby. Also, I needed th money that comes from working. Also, I needed to get away from the bickering of my family. Also, blah blah blah blah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is new in my life. nothing. I'm am anciously awaiting schools arrival. I saw the movie &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/What_the_bleep_do_we_know"&gt;what the bleep do we know&lt;/a&gt;. It probably changed my life. It gave me a whole new perspective on God. Which is odd because they basically say there is no being that is God. But I know that to be false. In the movie they talk about an observer. God is the observer. He is more than that and seperate from that also, but he is consciuosness. oh and it is really funny because one of the philosophy ladies in the movie mis-quotes the bible. I had to rewind to make sure I heard her right. She said that Jesus said that Heaven is the size of a mustard seed. She just thought that that was so profound. &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/quicksearch/?quicksearch=mustard+seed&amp;qs_version=31"&gt;Mustard Seed references &lt;/a&gt;. Anyhow, I still liked the movie and thought a lot of what they said was interesting. blah blah blah and stuff. I'm at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-115583551699864334?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/115583551699864334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=115583551699864334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115583551699864334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115583551699864334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-suppose.html' title='I suppose'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-115469574339510492</id><published>2006-08-04T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T07:49:03.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3: Rawlins, WY to Nevada</title><content type='html'>So, we made it to wyoming in record time. No worries. blah blah blah. I got to drive the truck yesterday it was fun. I don't really know what to blog about. We made it are aim'n for Nevada today. Woohoo!!! tommorow we shoot for California and get to see the family... is today friday??? holy monkey hair it is!!!! wow. I've really lost track of time and dates and basically everything. I can't think anymore. I can't wait till we are done driving. ugh. so much time on the road. Luckily James likes driving and Dad and Mom don't mind driving a long time so I really only have to drive a minimal amount. I can't seem to find any place to upload pictures so I apologize for a lack of those. There will be some though... so hold your breath... but not too long! adios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-115469574339510492?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/115469574339510492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=115469574339510492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115469574339510492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115469574339510492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-3-rawlins-wy-to-nevada.html' title='Day 3: Rawlins, WY to Nevada'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-115460798265178105</id><published>2006-08-03T07:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T07:26:22.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2: Omaha to wyoming</title><content type='html'>Hello. Just check'n in. We got into Omaha, NE around 10:30 last night. I set up my flikr account to upoad photos, so you might see some you might not. it costs me 25 cents each. uhm..................... yeah, so tonight we are going to try and make it to Wyoming. hopefully i'll be able to keep updating... if so i'll leave more details... thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i miss abby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-115460798265178105?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/115460798265178105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=115460798265178105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115460798265178105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115460798265178105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-2-omaha-to-wyoming.html' title='Day 2: Omaha to wyoming'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-115453307936436973</id><published>2006-08-02T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T10:37:59.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1; not quite on the road!</title><content type='html'>So, if you don't know... know now that I'm going to California for about 25 days. Today is the day that we leave. I'm sitting in a coffee shop in Zion, illinois with my mom, Patric, and two of my aunts. We are picking up James in Chicago around noon and then head'n to Iowa where we are going to meet up with Dad and Emily. I'll try to keep everyone posted from any internet hotspots (I'm using Emily's new laptop). so... uhm.. so far so good... oh and Patric wants to make sure I mention that he is here in this trendy yuppie coffee shop and that he was using the internet first. until we meet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttfn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-115453307936436973?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/115453307936436973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=115453307936436973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115453307936436973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115453307936436973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/08/day-1-not-quite-on-road.html' title='Day 1; not quite on the road!'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-115393388643533857</id><published>2006-07-26T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T16:30:52.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't take kindly to demands!!</title><content type='html'>So, here I sit at work wondering what exactly I am doing. I've been put in charge of redesigning the entire website for my campus Union: &lt;a href="http://reeve.uwosh.edu" class="linkthumb"&gt;Reeve Memorial Union&lt;/a&gt;. The site as it stands doesn't look terrible... but it is huge and hard to navigate. The think about it that I think needs the most work, though, is uniformity. That is, there are so many different areas of the site that they all seem like separate entities. I guess I am probably talking to myself mostly. I guess I just feel like it is quite a project for me to tackle by myself. It is good though, because this project pushes me to complete something that I've never had to attempt before. Then again, I'm leaving in a week to go to California for a month, so the whole project will  be put on hold for a while. ramble ramble ramble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also agreed to do a photography website for an up and coming photographer named Brian Austin. It seems to be a lot more slow going than I had thought it would or would like it to be. I am envisioning some javascript tricks and fun. That means that I'll have to relearn at least the basics of java again. Hoss agreed, back in May, to help me with the php portion of the site... if necessary, but haven't really talked to him about it since then. We shall see how that all pans out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a final note...  I promised my fellow readers a few blogs back that I'd start running again. Well, I haven't.... yet. But today, my friends, today is the day of redemption. I'm going to start a rigorous work out routine that includes my acting studio stretches and workout and then a good run. I'm going to do it in the heat of the day right after work. (because I can't get myself out of my bed in the morning to do it). I have to fit in a wedding dress you know *wink*. but seriously, I think I gained all the weight back that I lost last summer and I feel physically terrible. I know that once I start exercising I will feel better not only physically, but emotionally too. I'll also be motivated and have more energy. But the trick for me is to get that initial energy. I've let myself become apathetic again. I know how good this routine would be for me, but it just seems so much easier to lay in bed and nap or watch some movie.... anyway, enough about stuff you already knew. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting today, I'm going to exercise and keep track of what I did. I'm going to let ya'll know what I've been up to (via this very blog). I think I'm also going to perhaps give you all a weigh-in and such (we'll see). But writing it down I think will really help to at least keep me on track.  So there, I've said it and you can yell at me if I don't follow through (you have my permission). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also going to try and do a whole site redesign for my site. Once again we'll have to see if that actually gets done. But I'd like to update the look. I'm sick of white at the moment and I built my page using tables which is a modern web designer no-no. So I need to update the code and look. Should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for read'n all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-115393388643533857?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/115393388643533857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=115393388643533857' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115393388643533857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115393388643533857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-dont-take-kindly-to-demands.html' title='I don&apos;t take kindly to demands!!'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-115332080761953027</id><published>2006-07-19T09:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T16:31:34.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catering to the new Generation of Winos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carlorossi.com/index.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/wino.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Chardonnay Chandelier&lt;/div&gt;So, I really like to make things. I also really like to drink wine. So imagine my delight when I found out that the two of the them have been masterfully put together at &lt;a href="http://www.carlorossi.com/" class="linkthumb"&gt;carlorossi.com&lt;/a&gt;. They have a handful of projects that can be made using wine jugs. I really like the looks of these things and would like to give them a try. The site has downloadable plans and videos of the folks that came up with the ideas. I realize that it is marketing aimed directly at me and I must say it probably will work..... probably. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so weird when I think my hobbies are unique of a person my age and gender, but there is a whole underground movement of crafters and artists. It really is quite a trend or maybe it is just something that has been going on forever and I have just unknowingly become a part of it. There are so many "hip" sites out there geared toward the modern, suburban, craft maker and artist. &lt;a href="http://www.craftster.org/" class="linkthumb"&gt;Crafster&lt;/a&gt; immediately comes to mind. A huge forum where people can show off their crafts and help others with crafts and so on and so forth. You will mainly find folks around my age on there (obviously there are all ages, but the vast majority...). I guess what I'm really trying to say is that I always feel weird when I find out that I'm just like everybody else. At the same time though, I absolutely love being part of a community of fun-loving hipsters that love to make art through all mediums. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-love-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-115332080761953027?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/115332080761953027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=115332080761953027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115332080761953027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115332080761953027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/07/catering-to-new-generation-of-winos.html' title='Catering to the new Generation of Winos'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-115264626569624697</id><published>2006-07-11T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:31:05.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven simple ways to ruin your friendships</title><content type='html'>I really like this title, but I stole it from &lt;a href="http://www.paulstips.com/brainbox/pt/home.nsf/link/08072006-Seven-simple-ways-to-ruin-your-friendships"&gt;this site.&lt;/a&gt; I am in no way having friend troubles right now or anything of the like, the title of this post really just caught my attention and I realize that there are a few people I know that are having friend troubles. Anyway, Here are seven ways to ruin your friendships (thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.paulstips.com/"&gt;Paul's Tips&lt;/a&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking at people, not to them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not behaving in a respectful manner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Complaining all the time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being difficult when people are making arrangements&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Treating friends like servants&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acting like you think you're better than them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being stingy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.lifehack.org/articles/lifehack/seven-simple-ways-to-ruin-your-friendships.html"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;] &lt;a href="http://www.paulstips.com/brainbox/pt/home.nsf/link/08072006-Seven-simple-ways-to-ruin-your-friendships"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-115264626569624697?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.paulstips.com/brainbox/pt/home.nsf/link/08072006-Seven-simple-ways-to-ruin-your-friendships' title='Seven simple ways to ruin your friendships'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/115264626569624697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=115264626569624697' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115264626569624697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115264626569624697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/07/seven-simple-ways-to-ruin-your.html' title='Seven simple ways to ruin your friendships'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-115161296149594793</id><published>2006-06-29T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:30:09.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey James</title><content type='html'>This post is mainly for james but it could really apply to anyone. I was just think'n the other day about how much I wanna talk to James, but our scheduales are always contradicting... and now he doesn't even have a phone... well, james check out this app: &lt;a href="http://skype.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="display: inline; border:none;" src="http://skype.com/favicon.ico"&gt;Skype&lt;/a&gt; . It is a program that uses Voip to talk to other phones via the internet. Except here is the really cool thing... calls to the US (and canada) are absolutely free. It was originally set up just to talk from one skype account to another... but now it is free to call anywhere in the US. You could call any other skype user in the world for free also. Obviously you have to be near a computer with the application, but still it is pretty dang sweet. Emily, you could prolly use this app when you go back to college also. so, basically, james I didn't really know how else to get a hold of you, so I wrote this blog. Get the program and freak'n call me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, my skpe name is peteyboy100 and my new cell phone number is ***-***-****. I'm only going to leave this phone# online for a limited time... so memorize it... or something&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-115161296149594793?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/115161296149594793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=115161296149594793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115161296149594793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115161296149594793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-james.html' title='Hey James'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-115141966901840854</id><published>2006-06-27T09:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T10:54:59.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>two years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="figureright"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/wine_barn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/wine_barn_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Simon Creek barn&lt;/div&gt;Let me tell you about this past weekend. It was awesome... as in, alot of fun. As you may or may not know, Today marks the two year anniversary of when I asked Abby to be my girlfriend. Two years of a top notch relationship. We've been through good times and bad times... hardships and easyships, fun in the sun and hurt in the dirt... and through it all we have stuck together. I couldn't ask for a more amazing woman than Abby. So I won't even bother. Anyway, I've gotten off track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Weekend&lt;br /&gt;Abby and I decided we would celebrate our anniversary by doing something together this past weekend. Originally we wanted to go camping. I did a bunch of research for about two weeks prior and found that most campsites were booked or quite far away. So I was looking for alternative things to do but just realy couldn't find anything that was spectacular. I want us to do something super fun and I didn't want to just do a simple picnic or whatever. That would have been fine, but I just wanted something more special. So last week wednesday I was basically freak'n out because I couldn't find anything to do. I let myself get really depressed and finally kind of gave up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby decided thursday a few ideas that we would do on friday, picnic and help people and so on. She also buzzed off her hair that day (I think it looks super cool). So friday morning I go into work I decide I've got to do something to make this weekend wonderful for Abby. So I go back to some of the leads I had gotten through my previous research and decide to check out some resorts I had looked into. Well, there just happened to be the perfect place in a town called &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&amp;hl=en&amp;q=sturgeon+bay,+wi&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;om=1"&gt;sturgeon bay&lt;/a&gt;. This is a place on the edge of door county. The resort has an indoor and outdoor pool, a view of Lake Michigan, a whirlpool, a fireplace in the room, and a bunch of other amenities. I book a room for that night and search for a fancy restaurant. I find one called &lt;a href="http://www.sagedoorcounty.com/"&gt;Sage&lt;/a&gt;, call em up, and reserve a table for two. I then call Abby (I'm incredibly excited at this point). I tell her to grab her fishing gear and pack a swim suit, a change of clothes, and something fancy to wear. She doesn't know where we are going but is excited as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/screek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/screek_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hello my name&lt;br&gt;is Simon&lt;/div&gt;Man I tell long stories.... I'm going to try and short'n this up a bit. I got off of work at noon and we grilled out in a park in Oshkosh and then headed to Sturgeon Bay. Once there I told Abby that we were staying at a Motel 6. I acted like I was lost and had to stop at this &lt;a href="http://www.bridgeportresort.net/"&gt;Bridgeport Resort&lt;/a&gt; to ask for directions. Abby stayed in the car while I went in to "find out where we are". I check-in and came back out to the car and pulled in to the parking lot and said "I'm sorry I lied... we are staying here." Abby started laughing and got really excited. We moved our things into the room and freak out at how nice it was. We then got dressed up and went downtown to find the restaurant. We got there a bit early and just wander downtown a smidge. The town radiates a comfortable beauty. It has a small town / home town feel to it. It is so nice and so pretty. Anyway, we go to dinner and order wine with our meal. For our appetizer I decide to order &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Escargot"&gt;escargot&lt;/a&gt;. I don't tell Abby that it is snail. I want her to try it first. I was excited to try it. It was really really good. It was in no way gross or icky or whatever. They cooked it in a mushroom cap and topped it off with a really nice bread crumb stuffing. I told Abby what it was and she didn't flinch. It didn't bother her at all, but she was excited for trying something so different. The meal was amazing. We both felt as though we were wealthy folks out for a night on the town. Everything was perfect. It really would have been the perfect place to propose if that was on the agenda, but it wasn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't know how to shorten things up apparently. The next day we went to three wineries. Got a tour of one and just did some wine tasting at the others. I bought two bottle of wine, one for my parents and one for me. I hope when I go to California this summer I get to go to some wineries. Anyway, we convinced Travis and Shelly to come up and hang with us and we got &lt;a href="http://www.westwoodshores.net/"&gt;another room&lt;/a&gt;. This time it was a two bedroom suite with a full kitchen, fireplace, and deck. It was simply spectacular. (and by full kitchen I mean stove, oven, full fridge, more plates and silverware than I have at the apartment, more pots and pans and bowls also, a sink with disposal, and a dishwasher.) So Travis and Shelly came up and we had a blast. Went out to a different restaurant.... got ice cream downtown... swam for a while... played scrabble... went to pcik and save to buy breakfast food.... and in the morning Travis and I made breakfast; pancakes, eggs, bacon, and toast. I made a huge mess. We cleaned up a bit but left most of it for the cleaning staff. Then we went home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figureright"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/two.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/two_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Two of Us&lt;/div&gt;That is really as short as I can get. Sorry for the huge post. I hope you enjoy the pictures. Also I just want to say to Abby (on this public blog) that I love you so very much and these two years together have been simply the best two years of my life. I'm glad I've gotten to know you and grow as a person with you and I hope that God has big things in store for us. I also thank you for your prayers for us and our relationship... they mean more to me than you know. I don't know how to express my feelings for you through writing, except by saying....... I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-115141966901840854?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/115141966901840854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=115141966901840854' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115141966901840854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115141966901840854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/06/two-years.html' title='two years...'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-115074544678498026</id><published>2006-06-19T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:38:12.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/toemail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/toemail_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Figure a&lt;/div&gt;Well, I figured it is time for me to update the world on my happenings. First I'd like to say that if things don't calm down, I'm going to turn into a 21 year old alcoholic. I'm going to start running again... I promise. God is the most confusing concept in the world (and/or out of the world I suppose). I have amazing friends. My niece is the absolute cutest child on the planet (see figure a). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my job last week as a webmaster for my dining and commons on campus. My big task is to re-design the entire site and imporive it and make sure it is up to code. So, I am having fun doing that. I am also learning alot about web design and so forth. I wish I was a bit more creative. Oh well, you can't always get what you want. but I hear if you try sometimes... you get what you need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been visited the parents and fam in Mayville the last two weekends. It is always a good time. They are gett'n ready for the big move to California. If any of ya'll want to check out an amazing rummage sale you should stop by (my parent's house) some weekend soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some french movies that need to be watched.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-115074544678498026?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/115074544678498026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=115074544678498026' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115074544678498026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/115074544678498026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/06/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-114919675270286462</id><published>2006-06-01T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T16:19:12.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>alot of stuff</title><content type='html'>so, alot of stuff has been happening. Mike had a birthday. Abby had a birthday. Other people had birthdays. I went canoing. I hung out with some amish folks. I went swimming in a lake. I played indoor tag. I became a webmaster. I wrote some papers. I met a Kenyan. I did alot of things... but too much to go into detail. I didn't even list half of the things I've been up to. but, alas, I forgot to take pictures at all these things... so you will have to settle for this measly text. blarg-ararg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-114919675270286462?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/114919675270286462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=114919675270286462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114919675270286462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114919675270286462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/06/alot-of-stuff.html' title='alot of stuff'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-114805082976796754</id><published>2006-05-19T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T10:00:29.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Professor</title><content type='html'>It is so much better to be boldly wrong than meekly right.&lt;br /&gt;-Karl Boehler-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-114805082976796754?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/114805082976796754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=114805082976796754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114805082976796754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114805082976796754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-professor.html' title='My Professor'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-114789594424550132</id><published>2006-05-17T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T14:59:04.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>21</title><content type='html'>yeah yeah yeah... I know that I haven't updated in a while... like a long while, but Here it comes... so sit back and get ready for the info. Well, actually, I don't really have much to say. The only real pertinent information I have for you is that Abby Magalsky is the most wonderful and amazing person to me. I know you all think you've heard it before, but check it out. Abby set up a scavenger hunt for me on my birthday. She asked Mike to help set up somethings and she pinned a clue to a tree and asked someone at a conference center on campus to hold on to a clue. Can you believe that?!? That is really kind of getting out of her comfort zone. Wow! What a sweet heart. At the end of the treasure hunt (after getting some cool presents along the way). We ended up back in Abby's room where she sang me a song... not just any song... but a song she... but not just any songs she wrote... but a song she wrote about me!!! Holy Cow! That really made my birthday. That was the top of awesome things to ever happen! I didn't think things could get any more sweet. So we head towards my apartment and Abby made me put on a blindfold (she had done this to start the treasure hunt and to get her guitar out without me seeing). I asked why and she said that she had one last present at the house and also that she had made some special food things for me that I was supposed to taste and guess what they were. Anyway, She led me inside the apartment and I felt my way to the couch (I felt really awkward). I heard mike shuffling about and thought that he was getting some water or food or something and asked if he thought I looked funny with my blindfold on. He said yes. After I got situated, Abby said I could take off the blindfold... and what did I see right in front of me.... well, A huge group of all of my most awesome friends yelling surprise and happy birthday and blowing noise makers!!!!!! I can't believe it. Abby was actually able to make the best birthday, or probably the best any day, of my life even better. gee wiz.. I'm pretty sure that I could never come up with something even a fraction of that fantastic. All of my good friends were at the party. Abby had invited 'em all behind my back and didn't tell me. Even Emily and Patric drove up to party. I just wanna say that I have the most wonderful girlfriend anyone could ask for. I also want to say I have the most wonderful friends anyone could have. Mhmmmm. So yeah... there is actually a lot of stuff I left out that I would be more than happy to share with you... you just have to give me a call. You should have my phone number. If you don't, then ask someone who does. I think this post will hopefully break the dry spell this blog has been having. We shall see. Until we meet again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-114789594424550132?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/114789594424550132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=114789594424550132' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114789594424550132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114789594424550132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/05/21.html' title='21'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-114706589689323114</id><published>2006-05-08T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:24:56.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can cry if I want to</title><content type='html'>uhm... well, I'm 21 years old.That's about it. I excpect I'll be updating soon enough. Until then.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-114706589689323114?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/114706589689323114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=114706589689323114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114706589689323114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114706589689323114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-can-cry-if-i-want-to.html' title='I can cry if I want to'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-114545729420532044</id><published>2006-04-19T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T09:34:54.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>busy busy busy</title><content type='html'>WEll hello readers... It has been a while. I have been uber busy with the musical (which is opening this weekend and everyone should go see). But I have been up to not much of anything besides that.... YEAH RIGHT!!!! UGH. uhm... yeah so, School work, school projects, radio projects, movie sound design projects... I'm basically swamped. I'm still trying to pump out the fateful promise's website... I just have no time to complete this thing in my "free time"... as in time that I don't get payed for. Blarg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today is the official end to my month of trying to be vise free. I think for the most part it was good. I didn't not drink for the whole month... meaning... I didn't accomplish my goal of being vise free. In my head it was this weekend when I decided that I was stressed enough to buy wine that is was officially over for me. So, I couldn't hold out four days before my time was up. There are others, though, that would say that it was over when I decided to have a shot with my friend, Hartley, to help cheer him up (this happened only two or three days after I said I would lay off). And if that was okay by someone's standards... I have a jagger-bomb for travis' half birthday in order to commemorate 21.5 years of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah... those are my follies... but, you know I was really only doing it for me... so it isn't like I let anyone down... (although, I kind of feel like I let my fellow readers down that frequent this blog.) But I know that I know how to handle myself when I drink probably better than anyone I know... I knew this before the whole abstaining from booze thing... yeah... if you'd like to know more... please dial 1... as in call me... I'll talk to you about anything you want. I trust you... but I don't trust the internet... I'll go into detail with you, but that internet is a loud mouth rumor-monger, so... I am doing amazing and life couldn't really be much better (my grades could use a boost). So, yes... blah blah blah... write write write... busy busy busy... hope to hear from you soon. peace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-114545729420532044?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/114545729420532044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=114545729420532044' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114545729420532044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114545729420532044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/04/busy-busy-busy.html' title='busy busy busy'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-114403637544934243</id><published>2006-04-02T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T22:52:55.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ogden_Nash"&gt;&lt;img src="http://ogdennash.chat.ru/ogden_nash.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ogden Nash&lt;/div&gt;O money, money, money! &lt;br /&gt;I often stop to wonder how thou canst go out so fast &lt;br /&gt;when thou comest in so slowly. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-- Ogden Nash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-114403637544934243?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/114403637544934243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=114403637544934243' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114403637544934243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114403637544934243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/04/ogden-nasho-money-money-money-i-often.html' title=''/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-114364203341056523</id><published>2006-03-29T08:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T10:18:59.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm at it again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="figureright"&gt;&lt;a href="http://laptops.freepay.com/?r=26082048"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.peteyboy.com/images/laptop.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That's right... I'm at it again... I'm trying for yet another free item from my favorite free stuff site. This time I'm dreaming big... real big. I'm going to try for the laptop. I need 20 people to pull this thing off... so if you could help me out that would be amazing... This is my link: &lt;a href="http://laptops.freepay.com/?r=26082048"&gt;http://laptops.freepay.com/?r=26082048&lt;/a&gt;. Now then, you may be thinking... "well, petey boy, you have already gotten two ipods from these folks... I'm sick of you getting free stuff. I don't wanna help you!!" If that is the case. I'm okay with that. But I really could utilize a laptop. This is something that would help me out with school and all that jazz... (plus it would really be fun to have). So if you have a credit card, one dollar to spare, and a few moments... go ahead and click on the link and sign up... don't forget to verify your account. Thank you so much!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-114364203341056523?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/114364203341056523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=114364203341056523' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114364203341056523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114364203341056523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-at-it-again.html' title='I&apos;m at it again'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-114343328612901509</id><published>2006-03-26T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T22:47:42.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Thomas Simon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peteyboy.com/images/petey_doll2_glass.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.peteyboy.com/images/petey_doll2_glass.png" height="50%" width="50%"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Petey Boy&lt;br&gt;The Boy&lt;/div&gt;Alright... so, I want a bunch of responses for this post..... What do you think of the name Petey Boy. Do you think it suits me? Does it make me sound "boyish"... or is it cool... Mike said Peter makes me sound up tight. Abby said Petey Boy makes me sound like a boy... anyway... I just wanted to know everyone's opinion... and more importantly... I wanna know what all ya'll call me.... it is kind of a weird question... but just think if you saw me on the street and wanted to call after me... what name would you use? Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is called a "doll". I made it at &lt;a href="http://elouai.com/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, Patric... it is a waste of time... but it is fun. So there. Most fun things seem to be wastes of time to other people. Maybe it was theraputic for me in some manner... you ever think of that? So there everyone... don't ever let anyone tell you you are wasting time (even though you probably are!!!) Oh yeah, don't forget to comment about my name... I expect a huge discussion!!!!! So, discuss!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-114343328612901509?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/114343328612901509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=114343328612901509' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114343328612901509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114343328612901509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/03/peter-thomas-simon.html' title='Peter Thomas Simon'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-114304402874090759</id><published>2006-03-22T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T10:13:48.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I</title><content type='html'>I wrote this thing a few weeks ago... when I was struggling to find me... to figure out who I am... and this is some of the stuff I came up with... I could prolly go on for a much longer time... but this seems sufficient for now. Everyone should really give this a try... in a notebook or something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite a catch. Smart. funny. I can talk philosophy, but there is always room for poopy pants. a smile. I can smile and laugh, but the world is real to me and I think about everyone's pain. I will sing. I stare at trees and realize the beauty of our vast nature. I'm intreged by metal machines and split second ones and zeros. I lust. I'm human, but I recognize virginity is a one time gift best given to the one most loved. Honesty. Perhaps my biggest fault is my blunt honesty, but I can keep a secret and I understand the importance of personal information. I live for surprises. I love seeing things I don't understand, but only with the possibility of knowing. I get very sad when the world seems hopeless, when my weakness and frailities consume me... and I lay there in a pile wishing I could change the world. SOmetimes though, sometimes I smile at a stranger. I make an audience laugh. For that moment, I have changed the world.... for the better... there is no sadness in laughter. I don't ever want anyone to feel the way I have felt about the world and yet I can't change it. I'd rather be weak... it is easy, but only for now. I'm getting stronger, everday, little by little, the world is getting better... in some way, because I'm here... I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to let strangers know that I am stranger, but I know the right time and proper place. I am who I am. I let people think their own thoughts, but I also let them know mine. I can be lazy and I enjoy naps probably more than most, butwhen things need to get done, I do them. My favorite drink is water, but a cheap glass of sunset blush serves me well. I'm glad to know my friends and they seem to be glad to know me. I don't know what life has in store for me, but everyday I am excited to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-114304402874090759?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/114304402874090759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=114304402874090759' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114304402874090759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114304402874090759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/03/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-114282258108326862</id><published>2006-03-19T20:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:43:01.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>no more</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/stare_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/stare_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Staring Off&lt;/div&gt;Well, I guess I ought to let you all know that... I'm laying off of my vices for a month... and by vices I mean a great number of things... but primarily drinking... why just a month?.... to know that I can do it... for a month... may sound lame... but it is important to me. Anyway, I'm excited about it... and I put up this blog to help remind me... and to make sure I remember the beginning date of this task... love all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-114282258108326862?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/114282258108326862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=114282258108326862' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114282258108326862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114282258108326862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-more.html' title='no more'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-114272858364651145</id><published>2006-03-18T18:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T18:48:05.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Use your imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/look.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/look_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;A Lite Snack&lt;/div&gt;Well, I had a whole week of break... the world was at my fingertips... what did I do during this week ? you may ask... well, too much for me to care about writing right now... or too little... oh gosh yeah right... this week was fun... and awesome... and life and love abounded. (can abound be used in a past tense?) anyway, just think of all the wonderful things that have ever happened... and my week was basically something sort of like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-114272858364651145?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/114272858364651145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=114272858364651145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114272858364651145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114272858364651145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/03/use-your-imagination.html' title='Use your imagination'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-114200520086904122</id><published>2006-03-10T09:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T09:40:00.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me too... sort of</title><content type='html'>well, do you need an update on the life of Petey Boy? Me too... sort of... what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm running on less than three hours of sleep... "and why" you might ask.... you could probably also ask "hey petey boy, how are things?" or "yo yo yo, you free tommorow night?" or even "do you know what happened to the last slice of pizza?"... but I'm not really prepared to answer those questions right now. So, I was up until 4:30ish this morning (possibly later) and I got up for work at 7:35 (I was to start working at 7:30) anyway... I think I'm doing the math right when I figure that is about 3 hours of sleepishness. I was up talking about life... just talking about it... chatt'n away with friends about this and that... uhm... but right now... it is really really hard for me to think straight... as in... really really hard. so, I'll probably type more when I get my mind back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-114200520086904122?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/114200520086904122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=114200520086904122' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114200520086904122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114200520086904122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/03/me-too-sort-of.html' title='Me too... sort of'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-114105465654021716</id><published>2006-02-27T09:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T09:43:03.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Geeky or Freaky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.consumating.com/profiles/Petey_Boy"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.peteyboy.com/images/consumating.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So I was surfing through my favorite blogs and I came across a post about consumating.com. The consept intriged me. It is basically a friend/dating/people finding thingy... but instead of the normal write up a profile about yourself and let people look at your picture... this one is all about tags... you know, the things that are catching on all around the internet... started with photos... most notably at flickr. Anyway, This service is really cool... even if you aren't single you should check it out... it is fun... another way to waste even more time on the internet! yay! ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is basically a dating site for nerds.... people give you a thumbs up or thumbs down... based on your tags or on how you answer the question of the week. Really, you should just take a look for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-114105465654021716?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://neverpennyless.blogspot.com/2006/02/youre-it.html#links' title='Geeky or Freaky'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/114105465654021716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=114105465654021716' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114105465654021716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114105465654021716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/02/geeky-or-freaky.html' title='Geeky or Freaky'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-114101208216123497</id><published>2006-02-26T21:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T21:48:02.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>doesn't mean it will be easy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/life_star_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/life_star_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Star of Life&lt;/div&gt;So basically God likes new things... and change. Yes, I went to church today. I was think'n about going for like a while... like a long while and seeing as how my life took an unexpected turn, I decided I really want to go this Sunday... but I was still pretty lazy about it. Anywho, My dad calls and says that he feels like I should go to church today... because it will be good for me... So then I'm like, fine... I'll go... so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's sermon was about accepting big changes God has in store for life.... well isn't that just interesting. Coincidence...? Perhaps, but either way it was a swell sermon... nothing special happened like everything was all clear and stuff, but it basically just helped me to re-focus my attention... or maybe just think about things in a different way... I dunno, it was good and it is hard to explain to all ya'll, but it was good for me and I guess that is all you really need to know huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically (even taking God [and religion] out of the picture) if things don't change how can they get better? They can't... they will stay the same... even if the sameness was nice and comfortable... it won't get better... But then you run the risk of becoming worse... yeah that's true... but probably not... Every experience makes you a new person than you were the moment before... so just deal... ugh... I sure don't wanna deal... oh well... I'm going to and I'm going to accept this change with open arms and an open mind and a new perspective. Life, after all, rocks my socks off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What God did yesterday was good. But, What He has planned for today is even better!"&lt;br /&gt;-Quote from today's sermon-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-114101208216123497?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/114101208216123497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=114101208216123497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114101208216123497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114101208216123497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/02/doesnt-mean-it-will-be-easy.html' title='doesn&apos;t mean it will be easy'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-114093002584450051</id><published>2006-02-25T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T23:00:25.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'>now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/life_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/life_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Live that shit!&lt;/div&gt;I was able to cry a little bit today. Finally, a small bit of closure. &lt;br /&gt;What did I do wrong?!?!!?!? My head screams. It hurts so bad. But the pretty pictures stuck to the door with failing adhesives lie. All the smiles are fake now... nothing now... hurt so bad now... and I just want to crawl into a hole... and sleep... forever..... people change... times change... hurt is life... life is life... go with it.. deal with it... without pain we'd all be numb... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a stand up hug now more than ever. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you friends that are true... you mean alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-114093002584450051?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/114093002584450051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=114093002584450051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114093002584450051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114093002584450051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/02/now.html' title='now?'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-114062240056400316</id><published>2006-02-22T09:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T10:12:58.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Poll for Jeff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://puckaway.net/2006/02/music-poll-to-soothe-soul.html#links"&gt;CODE: Music Poll to Soothe the Soul&lt;/a&gt;. I found this on Jeff's blog. I'm doing it for you buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/user/peteyboy100/?chartstyle=artists"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imagegen.last.fm/artists/oartists/peteyboy100.gif" border="0" alt="peteyboy100's Last.fm Overall Artists Chart" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Most played Artist &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;How many songs:&lt;/b&gt; 12809, 62.68 GB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sort by song:&lt;br /&gt;First Song: &lt;/b&gt;'84 Pontiac Dream by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boards_Of_Canada"&gt;Boards of Canada&lt;/a&gt; from The Campfire Headphase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last Song:&lt;/b&gt; Zulfiqar III by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Secret_Chiefs_3"&gt;Secret Chiefs 3&lt;/a&gt; from Book M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sort by time:&lt;br /&gt;Shortest Song:&lt;/b&gt; [00:00] The Crane Takes Flight by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ted_Leo_and_the_Pharmacists"&gt;Ted Leo &amp; The Pharmacists &lt;/a&gt;from Hearts of Oak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Longest Song:&lt;/b&gt; [37:46] I Don't Keep With Liars Anymore by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Bled"&gt;The Bled &lt;/a&gt;from Found In The Flood&lt;br /&gt;(I didn't count my audiobooks which have tracks up to 1:16:00)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sort by artist:&lt;br /&gt;First Artist:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_%28International%29_Noise_Conspiracy"&gt;The (International) Noise Conspiracy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last Artist:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zwan"&gt;Zwan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sort by album:&lt;br /&gt;First Album:&lt;/b&gt; 'Round About Midnight by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miles_Davis"&gt;Miles Davis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last Album:&lt;/b&gt; Zopilote Machine by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Mountain_Goats"&gt;The Mountain Goats&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Top Five Most Played Songs (including ties):&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; This is How it Goes by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aimee_Mann"&gt;Aimee Mann&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Why Georgia by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Mayer_%28musician%29"&gt;John Mayer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; I Need Some Sleep by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Eels"&gt;The Eels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.&lt;/b&gt; Heartbeats by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jose_Gonzalez"&gt;Jose Gonzalez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; Ghost World by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aimee_Mann"&gt;Aimee Mann&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; Believer by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ben_Kweller"&gt;Ben Kweller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; Family Tree by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ben_Kweller"&gt;Ben Kweller&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; Crosses by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jose_Gonzalez"&gt;Jose Gonzalez&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.&lt;/b&gt; Waste by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phish"&gt;Phish&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; Good Night by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Beatles"&gt;The Beatles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; Fresh Feeling by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Eels"&gt;The Eels&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; Better Together by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jack_Johnson_%28musician%29"&gt;Jack Johnson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First song that comes up on Shuffle:&lt;/b&gt; Bliss by The Tallywood String Quartet from Tribute to Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run a Search. How many results for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sex?&lt;/b&gt; 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;death?&lt;/b&gt; 146&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;love?&lt;/b&gt; 550&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you?&lt;/b&gt; 1308&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;final?&lt;/b&gt; 42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;life?&lt;/b&gt; 264&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;real?&lt;/b&gt; 80&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;true?&lt;/b&gt; 70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. With this survey I've decided to add to my site something that I've kind of been doing for a while. I've been keeping track of the songs I listen to using &lt;a href="http://www.last.fm"&gt;last.fm &lt;/a&gt;. It is pretty cool. Anyway, on the side of the page you should be able to see images of the most played artist and track of the week... each week. That is also where the picture comes in on the upper left corner. That is most played Artist overall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-114062240056400316?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/114062240056400316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=114062240056400316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114062240056400316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114062240056400316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/02/music-poll-for-jeff.html' title='Music Poll for Jeff'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-114061889782319148</id><published>2006-02-22T08:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T08:35:38.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/diff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/diff_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Why is it that I can't accept my humanity. That is, I don't like the fact that I am like everybody else. I am controlled by the same emotions and have the same feelings that everyone else had/has. "There is nothing new under the sun." I guess I kind of now understand how Patric must feel with 4 older siblings who have experienced alot. He has to go to extremes to be different than us.... to be unique. I mean... is it that important to be different... well yes... to me it is... being different is the most important thing to me right below being loved. I think it comes from wanting to leave a mark on the world. If you are just the same as everyone around you, than your life is no more important than the next guy (at least that is the feeling/thought that I have). Anyway, I've discovered the feeling of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grief"&gt;grief&lt;/a&gt;. It is weird. quite weird. Check out what wikipedia had to say... this is for patric: &lt;blockquote&gt;"Persons often remark on how someone appears stoic or strong when they are actually in shock. "&lt;/blockquote&gt; That is just craziness. I am bond by my humanity and I don't want to accept it. I hate who I am.. that is a human. The physical constraints of my life are depressing and my thoughts and emotions are governed by chemical reactions. The only way to change those is to throw in synthetic chemicals and hope for the best. I don't love or hate right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-114061889782319148?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/114061889782319148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=114061889782319148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114061889782319148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114061889782319148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/02/different.html' title='Different'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-114056307757666241</id><published>2006-02-21T16:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T17:04:37.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will never love again......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-114056307757666241?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/114056307757666241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=114056307757666241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114056307757666241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114056307757666241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-will-never-love-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-114028173104278629</id><published>2006-02-18T10:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T10:55:31.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Land Cruiser</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/crusier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/crusier_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;JL421 Badonkadonk&lt;br&gt;Land Cruiser/Tank&lt;/div&gt;So, I was surf'n the information super highway and I happened upon &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00067F1CE/104-4583013-9919161"&gt;this little gem&lt;/a&gt;. It is a Land Tank that apparently Amazon is offering... Anyway, the real fun happens when you read the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/B00067F1CE/104-4583013-9919161#cust-reviews-section"&gt;comments about it&lt;/a&gt;. So take a look and enjoy your day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-114028173104278629?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/114028173104278629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=114028173104278629' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114028173104278629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/114028173104278629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/02/land-cruiser.html' title='A Land Cruiser'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-113984439486318128</id><published>2006-02-13T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T09:26:34.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Try it</title><content type='html'>Put on a pair of headphones and walk around a crowded area... or sit and watch/listen. I mean... just put on a pair of headphones... don't play music through them... just put 'em on. It is interesting how the worl d treats you and how people think you can't hear them... or it is more of they are not sure if you can hear them or not... either way... it is quite fun. do it... go to the mall or a store... and wear them the whole time... ask for assistance or pay attention when you check out... people are fun to watch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-113984439486318128?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/113984439486318128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=113984439486318128' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113984439486318128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113984439486318128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/02/try-it.html' title='Try it'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-113897946653111933</id><published>2006-02-03T08:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T08:41:30.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Apple a Day.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/apple_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Timeline&lt;/div&gt;Ok, so, My ipod died.... it did it about two weeks ago. I noticed it wasn't working properly. I was all bummed out and Jeff was like "Well, you should talk to Apple about it and see if they'll fix it." I didn't think I could do that seeing as I got mine for free and didn't purchase any sort of warrenty. I looked into it anyway and figured out that ipods come with a year warrenty from the date that it is registered. Sweet, so I went to the Apple website and looked at what I needed to do. They kept telling me to reformat the ipod and this and that... and I had already tried that stuff, so, then I found the repair form... this is where it gets crazy cool. Apple has probably the best customer service/ repair service in the world. Check out this time line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 29 9:30PM - I fill out an online form telling Apple about about my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 29 9:45PM - They send me an email telling me what the problem sounds like and letting me know that they are sending a box for me to ship my ipod back to them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 31 11:ishAM - I get the box and put my ipod in it. The instructions tell me to drop the box off at a DHL location or call them to have them pick it up. I decided to figure that out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan 31 5:30PM - I have a second so I decide to call DHL. The lady asks me if they can still pick it up that night. I'm like "Heck yes you can!!!" They pick it up around 7ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 01 - Apple recieves my product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 02 - Apple figures out the problem, decides they need to send me a replacement, and ship me one with in the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb 03 - From the DHL Tracking number... it looks like I'll be getting my ipod today. Holy Moley, that is amazing. The whole process took six days from when I submitted the form to when I will recieve the package. That is so awesome and fantastic... I needed to share it with the world and let everyone know that Apple officially rocks. &lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/apple.jpg"&gt;(Click on the picture or here to see Apple's official repair status.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on a sort of persuade-you-to-love-Apple-and-hate-competitor-side note. &lt;a href="http://puckaway.net/2006/02/geek-rant-ms-you-first-game.html#links"&gt;Check out this sadness.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-113897946653111933?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/113897946653111933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=113897946653111933' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113897946653111933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113897946653111933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/02/apple-day.html' title='An Apple a Day.......'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-113873495056954217</id><published>2006-01-31T12:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T13:21:17.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You want ME to update?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/buggy/buggy.m4v"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/buggy_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;A Lite Snack&lt;/div&gt;So, basically this weekend all of the roommates and their girlfriends were invited to Tomahawk to celebrate tuck-a-palooza (aka. tuck's b-day). It was great fun. To find out what we did check out &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/tuckomf/434954146/item.html"&gt;Tucker's post about it here.&lt;/a&gt; I got to climb to the highest point in Wisconsin. It was pretty cool. I climbed a radio tower in the middle of a snow storm (well it was snowing, not really storming). Everyone was telling me not to climb, but if I didn't I probably would have regreted it for the rest of my life. Haven't I been say to live life... oh yeah, only like a bajillion million times!!!!!!!! So I did. Also, I ate a ladybug. I was dared to and offer 4 dollars to do it. How could I pass up... I couldn't. Check out the video by clicking on the picture or &lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/buggy/buggy.m4v"&gt;clicking here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figureright"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/myball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/myball_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mulder and Me&lt;/div&gt;So, the 4 dollars that I got for eating that bug went to pay for bowling that night. So, I mean, if you think about it like, I got to bowl for the price of eating a bug, it really is quite impressive. Anyway, at the bowling alley, I found the ultimate bowling ball. It had a skull in it. Yes, a human skull. You can see a picture of it to the right of the text. That is me and the ball. Well, my roomates decided to take the ball home. So now we have a new roommate named, Mulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figure"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/mulder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/mulder_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figure"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/twr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/twr_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Radio Tower&lt;br&gt;of death!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figure"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/top_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;View from the top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-113873495056954217?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/113873495056954217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=113873495056954217' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113873495056954217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113873495056954217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-want-me-to-update.html' title='You want ME to update?'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-113825765595379652</id><published>2006-01-26T00:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:47:56.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Say it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/geese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/geese_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Living Life&lt;/div&gt;"Learn to say, 'Fuck You' to the world once in a while. You have every right to. Just stop thinking, worrying, looking over your shoulder, wondering, doubting, fearing, hurting, hoping for some easy way out, struggling, gasping, confusing, itching, scratching, mumbling, bumbling, grumbling, humbling, stumbling, rumbling, rambling, gambling, tumbling, scumbling, scrambling, hitching, hatching, bitching, moaning, groaning, honing, boning, horse-shitting, hair-splitting, nit-picking, piss-trickling, nose-sticking, ass-gouging, eyeball-poking, finger-pointing, alleyway-sneaking, long waiting, small stepping, evil-eyeing, back-scratching, searching, perching, besmirching, grinding grinding grinding away at yourself. Stop it and just DO. Don't worry about cool. Make your own uncool. Make your own, your own world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(excerpted from "The Accidental Masterpiece" by Michael Kimmelman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran across this quote and thought it appropiate for all lives. So, I decided to share it with the world that I know. BTW, I think you are all cool. Yes, even you Patric. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell like I really can't say it enough and I really have to remind myself everyday to "Live Life". For Real, we need to stop worrying about the trivial things in our lives and focus on the good here and now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah, good weekend coming up for me... Tucker's birthday. "Happy Birthday, Darling!" My apartment and significant others are heading up to Tomahawk to celebrate. It is going to be a load of fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've given up on IMing (instant messaging). it is more trouble than it is worth. If you want to talk, I have a phone and I'd love to hear your voice. There doesn't have to be any relevance. Just call and we'll chat. Stay cool everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-113825765595379652?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/113825765595379652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=113825765595379652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113825765595379652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113825765595379652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/01/say-it.html' title='Say it'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-113746660211431139</id><published>2006-01-16T20:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T20:56:42.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't worry about me... I'll live</title><content type='html'>Yeap.... I haven't posted in a while... everything is aight... I'm work'n on finishing a website I'm making for school... and if you are wondering if I finished the fatefulpromise website... well... the answer is no, I'm sorry I haven't finished it yet. That isn't to say I'm not working on it, but I'm not. I really just have a hard time sitting down and doing it. It will get done though... you'll see... it'll look real nice too. you just wait and see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a better part in the play on campus... I went from three lines and practicing only about once a week to about 30 lines and practicing everyday... I love acting.. mhmmm. Well, Thanks to everyone for everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-113746660211431139?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/113746660211431139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=113746660211431139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113746660211431139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113746660211431139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/01/dont-worry-about-me-ill-live.html' title='Don&apos;t worry about me... I&apos;ll live'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-113647427590122299</id><published>2006-01-05T09:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T09:27:36.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In the morning</title><content type='html'>so, yeah.... i woke up (to be expected)... and I kind of regret typing what I did, but at the same time... it needed to be typed... needed to be said. to say that wasn't me... or that I was "just in a mood" would be untruthful.... I mean... I was "in a mood" but, that was me... Peter. Anyway, I feel like I should maybe explain myself a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been taking &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zoloft"&gt;zoloft&lt;/a&gt; since november.... it was effective. "from what?" you might ask. Well, basically it helped me not have the moods like the one I wrote in last night. It also kind of made me "out of it". I don't know... I did like it... so I haven't taken the pills in 3 days and then I took 1 and then I didn't for another 3... anyway, I was surprised to see that with in less than a week my stupid mood was triggered (ie. last night's post). When I'm in that mood... I... hurt everyone... but mostly Abby... who is the most important person in my life. It is true... she is the person who taught me how to love and how to be loved... how to accept myself and to love others... and she is the closest to me, so naturally, she gets hurt the most and hardest... and... I don't want to lose her (she is the main reason I started on the pills). but at the same time I feel like if I need these chemicals to live, then am I truly me? hard to say... i bet people could and would argue both ways. Perhaps I was meant to not ever really be close to anyone... or something... scare away all those that I love... I don't really know what is up.... blarg... I hope that explains maybe a little something something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-113647427590122299?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/113647427590122299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=113647427590122299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113647427590122299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113647427590122299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-morning.html' title='In the morning'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-113644122946075187</id><published>2006-01-04T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T09:04:34.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>in the night</title><content type='html'>it's official... I need pills to live... to live any kind of stupid "normal life"... ug... ugh... why ... why me... I'm not strong enough... I'm NOT... i guess I'm not a man... I guess I'm not... what? ... human?... ugh... my blog... the world...t his is the last place to turn... for hope... for encouragement... i don't know what to do... I never do... never... I don't want the pills... but if I don't... if I don't everything that I care about will be lost... because of my disease.... my sickness... my FUCKKKKK!!!!!! 3 days maybe a week without it... and ... and this... this shit already.. again... and my mind says it isn't my fault and it also says I am the problem... I'm the problem.... me... get rid of me and everything will be better... for everyone ... ugh ugh ugh ugh uighujglihg;iogh;igsh; g;igh;g j fuck. I need a stronger word than that... something less ignorant.... I want to scream it at the top of my lungs.... FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm a monster... I'm... what... like... I"m, I have like a cancer.. a type of AIDS... or something... you know?!?!?... i have to be constently medicated or... fuck fuck fuck... shit happens... dumb shit... stupid ignorant dumb just ... ughghgugugr;kurg;... it makes me so mad... so sad... and fuck... I don't want to ddo it i don't want to please someone kill me... I'm sorry God... I'm sorry everyone... I'm really really sorry.... I'm sorry you had to try so hard to get me to laugh... I'm sorry I always busy when you call... I'm sorry i don't know you better.... I'm sorry I can't understand you... I'm sorry we once were friends and now just acquantences... I'm sorry I hurt you everytime I'm around you... i  i i i i i i i ..... I sitiiehtiehteitndnfkl ... fuck&lt;br /&gt;.... I am so sorry everyone... I'm sorry I can't ever finish your website... I'm sorry I don't get to hang out with you all the time I'm home... I'm sorry I've never followed through with any of my ideas... I'm sorry you things I'll amount to nothing... I'm sorry you can't accept me... I'm sorry I don't hunt or fish... I'm sorry I'm sorry...... I'm sorry that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you all deserve better... and maybe you don't think so... and i want your comments from this... I do, mmaybe I'm just writting so you'll all say something nice about me... fine... that is me.. that is the bastard that is Peter SImon.. I just want attention... or to be loved... or what the fuck ever it is... and whether it is apparent or not that is me... I'm messed up... I'm FUCKING SORRY... tooitoiiogi;ailg l;ajhg;l p;w ;hg;l sh;lgn ;ng;lang;njl;j..... and I apologize... that is what I do.. apologize... deal  with it .. if that offends you... I'm sorry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two choices - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no emotions, no personality, (basically not really living)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;real emotions, real personality, really living... but hurting everyone I know, or being stressful on all the people I know.. they have to deal with this.... with this shit... this that you are reading right now..................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;..............................................................................&lt;br /&gt;I choose sleep and make no fucking decision!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-113644122946075187?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/113644122946075187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=113644122946075187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113644122946075187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113644122946075187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-night.html' title='in the night'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-113639312178809456</id><published>2006-01-04T10:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T10:45:21.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I haven't posted in a while.... I was at home... what can I say... Well... Being at home was fun. Got to chill with the fam and do very little (that is not worrying about class, work, etc. *wink*). uhm... yeah.. so that is about it. oh I know... I bought a king size mattress, (because my old one was disgusting and filthy and falling apart)... so yeah, against all recommendations, I bought a king size mattress... it is basically 6' x 6' and my room is 9' x 12' and I knew upon making this purchase decision that it would be a tough fit in my room, but I also knew that would mean a new challenge and a new project for me to do... so yeah... huge mattress, new loft thingy, uhm... and angry parents... pretty fun... well, that is really that. Sorry for the small update... well, at least ya'll'll (you all will) read it. Alright, well, I'm in the middle of my interim class right now, so I should ge tback... see you later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-113639312178809456?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/113639312178809456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=113639312178809456' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113639312178809456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113639312178809456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2006/01/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-113469239515731065</id><published>2005-12-15T17:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T18:19:55.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>so far right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="figureright"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/bathroom_hide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/bathroom_hide_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Find the roomates&lt;br&gt; there are 4 in this bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;Well, I haven't updated in a while... I suppose it is about time. Uhm... yeah... so nothing really has been going on... everyone around here is complaining about finals... but, I haven't had any. I didn't have any, I should say. I had some projects I needed to get done, but that was really all the stress I had to deal with. Also, I didn't get ripped off by book buy backs... because I didn't have any books this semester. Sweet!! So, yeah... I guess I was done with this semester on tuesday that is when I had my last anything due... but I had two classes after that... so technically I didn't finish until today. But, I am looking forward to a nice Christmas break... I am going to try my very hardest to get &lt;a href="http://www.thefatefulpromise.com"&gt;thefatefulpromise.com&lt;/a&gt; up and running for the nice fellas. Yeah, so... that is going to be my project... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am slowly approaching broke... which seems to happen every year around this time. This is good, because if I am broke I can't spend any money and I tend to make better purchasing decisions... as in no purchasing decisions. Yeap, Oh, I also started an art journal... I think everyone should have one. Take a small journal, or sketchbook, or whatever and try to make an art piece in it everyday. Have fun! Use your imagination. Maybe you want to make an entry everday that describes  your day in someway. But it could be anything you want it to be... that is really the beauty of it. Mine looks pretty cool so far. It is fun to see what ideas I come up with. It is also fun to be doing something and think to myself "Hey, I could use this in my art journal". yep, so everyone should do it... it is more about the creative exercising that it is about making a master piece or worrying about something to look good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Butch is coming to mayville for a while over break... sweet, it should be fun. I hope he doesn't distract me from my site build'n. Boy oh boy, that is really going to be a tough job... prolly like a 9 - 5 type thing... sick... but, I like doing it... just hard to make time... sorry to The Fateful Promise for taking so freak'n long. Then again, I'm not getting paid, so, I dunno... you get what you payed for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then, I'll see ya'll in a different post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-113469239515731065?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/113469239515731065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=113469239515731065' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113469239515731065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113469239515731065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-far-right-now.html' title='so far right now'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-113383841257407929</id><published>2005-12-05T20:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T21:06:52.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Russian Spy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/sly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/sly_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm up to something&lt;/div&gt;Okay so check it out... I tried out for a musical and I really didn't think I was going to get in... but thanks to luck (or more likely God or fate [some would argue those are the same thing]) I got a part... like a leadish part. My character has a name, Rick Jones. I didn't really have a song picked out to sing for the try out... but during acting class, the day auditions were set, someone had a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Les Miserables&lt;/span&gt; song book and I'm like "hey, do you think I could borrow that for my audition" and they were like "actually I'm singing something from Rent, so, you can have the book for a while". Seeing as I was in "Les Mis" in high school as Jean Valjean, I knew a solo that he sang. I haven't sang it for anyone in 3 years, but meh... anyway, after class I went to a piano room to sing through it a couple times... then I went home... ran through my monologue... and then went to auditions... that is why I say God must a really been behind me... cuz I was not really prepared. But I went into it with confidence and that helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... that's awesome... so I kinda wanna tell you what the script says for the description of my character... check it out. RICK JONES: 25-35, "noir" Leading Man. Shifty, sexy, aloof, and sly; a military high-ranker who's actually a red agent. Does brief fake Russian accent. Powerful legit baritone to top "G," ... (Prototypes: Richard Denning in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Creature From the Black Lagoon&lt;/span&gt; and Tom Tryon in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I Married a Monster from Outer Space&lt;/span&gt;.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... if that isn't a description of me... I don't know what is... Ya'll better come wee the musical in march... it is called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Zombies from the Beyond&lt;/span&gt;. It is suppposed to be like a 1950's sci-fi movie. It is going to be awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-113383841257407929?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/113383841257407929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=113383841257407929' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113383841257407929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113383841257407929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/12/being-russian-spy.html' title='Being a Russian Spy'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-113340791139238485</id><published>2005-11-30T21:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T02:07:46.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alt + Wnk = Smle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/max_spoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/max_spoon_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Teaching Max how to spoon&lt;/div&gt;I'm still alive. Don't you worry your little heads. Things are crazy right now. I started taking weird experimental meds for depression... after 3 weeks... no dice... so now I'm on zoloft... what fun. Anyway, If you are reading this I think you know me... perhaps you could let me know if these things work or are working. Alot of people I've talked to says that the drugs all take away the terrible low moods... BUT... they say that they also take away the highs... as in... I will have no emotion... so, I guess if everyone could keep an eye on me... that'd be sweet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank Abby Magalsky for being the most amazing person I have ever met in my entire life; for putting up with my crazy moods; for lending an ear and a shoulder; for holding my hand and giving me hugs; and for writing wicked awesome poetry to grace the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figureright"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/pucker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/pucker_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;showing Abby my monkey lips.&lt;br&gt;or maybe asking for a kiss&lt;/div&gt;Also, I want to thank everyone that helped me out thanksgiving week.... you all are my "favorite". Jeff, Mike, Tucker, Luke, Travis, Patric, Mic, Rachel, Mom, and Dad... thanks... also I want to give an extra special thank you to Hoss for really really talking things through really deeply... and for praying with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I feel really good! he he he... I want to party with all ya'll. Also, I memorized my first Shakespeare anything... this happens to be a scene from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Measure_for_measure"&gt;"Measure for Measure&lt;/a&gt;". I am playing the part of Angelo... but I just feel cool being able to just jump into a Shakespeare line in the middle of any random conversation... people just look and try and figure out what I said.. it's fun. Hopefully, I'll have some pictures for you to see... we won't be in elizabethan garb or anything like that... but hopefully I do good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I really like acting. In fact, I love it, but I think that anyone who nows me knows that... well, maybe not, more like my family knows that... I haven't been in a ton of productions or anything like that... but you know, like when you are just talking with friends and stuff... there are times when you get a chance to act... I think I really just like the feeling of becoming a different person for other people to watch and think about... It is just really.... relieving or something... it is something I think everyone would love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/sanfran_scape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/sanfran_scape_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;View from the top of&lt;br&gt;San Francisco&lt;/div&gt;Here is something to ponder... is there anything that you love doing and you can't understand why someone would have no desire to do that... like an example for me is traveling. I have an intense desire to explore the world. I want to travel all around the whole world. I love traveling and seeing new things and experiencing new experiences. It is just so invigorating. I thought everyone in the world had this desire. I have now come to find out that alot of people don't care to travel more than 50 miles from their home for their entire life! WHAT!!! That is terrible... like... they are missing so much... my goodness... but not even that... there are people that traveling is...  "meh, I'll take it or leave it... it'd be fun, but not a priority" That's cool... but, man... it just seems so weird to me, because for me it is like... there is no question involved I will be traveling my whole life... not like all the time or alot, but like I will visit as many continents as I possibly can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same about acting... like who wouldn't want to act... weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, well, there is good ole rant for all ya'll. have a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-113340791139238485?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/113340791139238485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=113340791139238485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113340791139238485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113340791139238485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/11/alt-wnk-smle.html' title='Alt + Wnk = Smle'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-113158599338705369</id><published>2005-11-09T18:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T19:26:33.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An update through photos: Halloween Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="figureright"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/petey_taft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/petey_taft_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;William Howard Taft and I.&lt;/div&gt;So, Halloween this year, abby and I decide we want to make the trek down to Madison to see what all the hullabaloo is about. So that is exactly what we do. Luke offers us a place to sleep at his house. So, we drive down on friday and eat some Jimmy John's subs. My favorite sandwich. Then we meet up with Luke who just got done with a film shoot. Everyone dresses up and we head out for a night on the town. We go to a bunch of parties around Madison. I get completely lost, luckily Luke is our guide. Mike, Jeff, and Charlie find us at one of the parties. Abby and I follow them back to a different party. Everyone there decides they want to go to state street. Abby and I want to find Luke, so we leave and meet up with him at his house. There is some more hanging out, but most everyone crashes (i know it sounds boring, but it was fun seeing all the excitement and hanging out with people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Abby and I meet up with John, Amanda, and Travis Smith... we all go out for some middle eastern food. It is really good. Then we hang out with them for awhile... then we meet up with luke again... travis comes down to madison... everyone chills at luke's place... we go have some chinese food... then we dress up again and hang out... we walk allllll over town going to parties where we don't know anybody. Everyone returns to Luke's house, where we proceed to chill on Luke's porch. All is well. Eveyone hits the hay and its Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/jamespose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/jamespose_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;James posing for the camera&lt;/div&gt;Abby drops me off in Mayville. James is home for the week, so I get to hang out with him. It is fabutastic. We don't do a whole lot of anything special. We basically talk and catch up. We go to wal-mart with Patric and goof around there. oh oh oh... we all play Tony Hawk Pro Skater 4 against each other. It is kind of a us thing (all of the brothers that is). We also take some pictures of the three of us. We just have an all around good time hang'n out. I spend the night in Mayville and James drives me back to Oshkosh on Monday. I go to class while James plays around on my computer. Then, James, Travis Pahl, Abby, and I go bum around the appleton mall and Best Buy. Then, James shows us all his mad guitar skills and we are all super impressed. Abby and I show him some of our stuff on the piano. James talks to me about my mental health problems and then goes back to Mayville for the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figure"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/abby_luke_hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/abby_luke_hall_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Abby as a goth.&lt;br&gt;Luke as a dust bunny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figure"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/luke_drew_hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/luke_drew_hall_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Luke and roommate, Drew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figure"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/mike_petey_jeff_hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/mike_petey_jeff_hall_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mike as Dr. Death.&lt;br&gt;Me as a reporter.&lt;br&gt;Jeff as Frank Sinatra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figure"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/petey_abby_hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/petey_abby_hall_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Abby and I get a close up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figure"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/travis_elect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/travis_elect_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;What does Travis do at parties?&lt;br&gt;He plays with electrical outlets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figure"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/jamesgoblin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/jamesgoblin_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Good to know James still has Simon humor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figure"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/boys2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/boys2_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Simon Boys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figure"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/boys1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/boys1_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;a bunch of posers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-113158599338705369?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/113158599338705369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=113158599338705369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113158599338705369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113158599338705369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/11/update-through-photos-halloween.html' title='An update through photos: Halloween Weekend'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-113114350834806963</id><published>2005-11-04T15:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T16:58:07.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An update through photos: Patric's B-day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/princess_abby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/princess_abby_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Abby the princess.&lt;/div&gt;Patric's Birthday was the 24th of October and emily had fall break the 19th through the 25th. So I decided I would go home October 21st through the 23rd. Abby wasn't going to come, but Patric invited her to his B-day party and she graciously accepted. So we got picked up by my mother on friday. My mom was in charge of my church's fall festival. Which is our alternative to Halloween for the kids. They all come to the church dressed up appropiately and play games and get candy. I always enjoyed it when I was little. Anyway, Seeing as my mom was in charge, Abby and I were automatically volunteered to help out. It was fun. Most of the adult helpers dressed up. Dad was a referee. Emily was a basket of dirty laundry and brought a tiara and a cloak so Abby could be a princess. I already knew she was, though. :wink: I didn't really dress as anything... perhaps a college student? Anyway.. we did that and then cleaned up by sucking out the helium from all the balloons. At home Patric, Emily, Abby, and I stayed up playing card games and doing magic tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figureright"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/pat_food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/pat_food_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Patric trying African food.&lt;/div&gt;Saturday, Mom made crepes for breakfast. Oh man!!!! I love crepes... smothered with sour cream, strawberries, and powdered sugar. In fact, I wrote a poem about it for creative writing about one and a half months ago. Check it out &lt;a href="http://www.peteyboy.com/2005/11/banquet.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Then, for Patric's Birthday, we all went shopping in Milwaukee. It was fun. I like shopping. ON the way up Patric took some photos in the car... I think they look pretty cool even though some are blurring (b&amp;w below). After shopping, we went to an authentic African cuisine resaurant. It was really good food. Everyone got something different, so it was fun to try a little bit of it all. There was this sauce there that was extremely spicy... like surprisingly spicy, but good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/abby_pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/abby_pumpkin_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Abby's pumpkin&lt;/div&gt;We came home and had Birthday cake. Guess what kind it was... it was brownie cake with a cookie dough frosting!!!! Holy comoly, It was intense. Then the family lounged around and watched Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. I took Abby home, helped mom with church on sunday, and we all had a huge pasta lunch. And, That was that. It was fun. oh wait... no, I'm wrong. Abby and I carved pumpkins sunday night. Sweet!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: This was the first weekend I had my camera.. so alot of the shots are dark because I didn't really know what I was doing... I guess I still don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figure"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/dirty_emily.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/dirty_emily_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;a dirty laundry basket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figure"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/english_pete.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/english_pete_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm English.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figure"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/pat_blur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/pat_blur_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Patric self-portrait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figure"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/hand_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Emily's Hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figure"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/em_bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/em_bw_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Patric photo's Emily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figure"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/mum_pop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/mum_pop_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mum and Pop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figure"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/cake_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Make a wish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figure"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/dad_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wonder why I make faces?&lt;br&gt;thanks dad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-113114350834806963?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/113114350834806963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=113114350834806963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113114350834806963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113114350834806963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/11/update-through-photos-patrics-b-day.html' title='An update through photos: Patric&apos;s B-day Weekend'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-113112540453983031</id><published>2005-11-04T10:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T11:55:01.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An update through photos: Fall Retreat</title><content type='html'>So, as I said in my previous post.... pictures. I figure I can explain my life in pictures and it is more fun for people to visualize things. So here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 7th, 8th, and 9th of October, I went to Camp Forest Springs for Fall Retreat. Here are the highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figureright"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/abby_mallow.JPG" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/abby_mallow_t.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Abby enjoying a mallow.&lt;/div&gt;I suppose I ought to throw some text between these pictures.... So, I went up Friday afternoon with my man Hoss and Mike "the machine gun" Howard. We set up sound and video equipment. That took till the first meeting... then we did the meeting (I ran the powerpoint [and I had to use powerpoint{ugh}]). After the meeting was a sweet fire, which we roasted marshmallows at. Abby and I went to go look at stars in the clear camp sky. They were awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figureleft"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/boys.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/boys_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jared, Corey, Caleb&lt;/div&gt;Saturday morning was breakfast and a meeting then free time. I played mini golf with my buddies Jared, Corey, and Caleb. The course was covered in leaves and we didn't move them. It made the game that much more fun. Then I went and found Hoss and we went canoeing. It was sweet. Then we found Abby out on the lake... she was with Deanna. The four of us played mini golf for a while and then we did some archery. Then it was supper, meeting and finally a hayride... oh and a talent show where Abby and I played a song in the talent show for people. They liked it. It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figureright"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/hoss_ronald.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/hoss_ronald_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hoss and good ole Ronald.&lt;/div&gt;Sunday we had breakfast, a meeting and then left camp. I helped pack up the equipment and left. On the way home, the other car that was driving with us had a tire blow out... so we tried to get it off, but someting was weird with the hupcap. So, we called in a tow truck and he fixed it. Then, since we didn't want to drive an 2 hours on a spare, we found a local fleet farm to change the tire. We decided to go to McDonald's while we waited. Then the tire was fixed and everyone returned home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figure"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/course.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/course_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;The course full of leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="figure"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/abby_deanna.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/abby_deanna_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Abby and Deanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="figure"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/hoss_lake.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/hoss_lake_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hoss on the lake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="figure"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/abby_petey.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/abby_petey_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Abby and my&lt;br&gt; "am I smiling" face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="figure"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peteyboy.com/images/cow.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://peteyboy.com/images/cow_t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;A curious cow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-113112540453983031?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/113112540453983031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=113112540453983031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113112540453983031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113112540453983031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/11/update-through-photos-fall-retreat.html' title='An update through photos: Fall Retreat'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-113104281583662042</id><published>2005-11-03T11:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T12:33:35.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh hey... so I got a digital camera... with the thought that I would show everyone on my blog all the cool pictures I take... I want to make my blog more picture-ish. so... anyway... I'm working on that....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-113104281583662042?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/113104281583662042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=113104281583662042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113104281583662042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/113104281583662042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-hey_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-112986017596406949</id><published>2005-10-20T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T21:02:55.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>welp</title><content type='html'>So I have a blog right? yes... i do, I'm pretty sure you're looking at it. Anyway, what is a blog... (i hope you don't mind but I'm writing what I'm thinking, so any revalation that comes is happening as i write) I wrote the parenthesis because i was going to write a whole blog on what is a blog, but check it out... a blog is whatever the author wants it to be... nothing more nothing less. I was conflicted as to whether or not to write a blog about all the goings on in my life or to write on just important thing or to write on deep thoughts I have.... but you know what? I can write whatever I want. I can (and prolly will) write however I feel at the moment I write. I know this prolly sounds like a jumble of obvious thoughts, but nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, that said. I don't know when I'm going to post again. I don't know if I'm going to tell you about my day or tell you how much the world rocks or how much humans suck or if I'm going to tell you about zoo dwellers. so don't hold your breath, because you'd be holding for a long time. sorry mike... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things are good on the oshkosh front. I seemed to have fallen back into a depression. I don't know why. I think it has to do with the heightened drama that has been happening around me. But I'll make it through. I'm taking a class called acting studio. It is my favorite class. I'm thinking about switching my major to Theatre. But if I become an actor... I'm going to be poor the rest of my life... that part I don't mind... because I'd be doing something that I love... but I don't know what other people would think of that... and I know that isn't the attitude to have, but you know that choosing a profession like acting... people are going to look down on it ... and that  is going to hurt from the people I care about... perhaps I am just catastophizing... but maybe not. Anyway, I love acting and Acting Studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I tried out for two student films today. I was very confident and did really good. I only had to read for one of the auditions, but the director of that audition said I did "awesome" and then had me read it a different way and said "awesome times two, I'm going to write that down" and then he did write that down and the other auditioners looked impressed... anyway I feel really good about it and it was fun. so, that's all for now... until next time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Petey Boy-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-112986017596406949?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/112986017596406949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=112986017596406949' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/112986017596406949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/112986017596406949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/10/welp.html' title='welp'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-112901397860310100</id><published>2005-10-11T01:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T01:59:38.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>comfort food for thought</title><content type='html'>Well, I just walked Abby home for the night... gosh she is wonderful. Tonight we watched The Incredibles and then just chilled out listening to Coldplay. The other night we just hung out and listened to a bunch of tunes; mostly beatles and yellowcard (figure out that combo)... and abby and I just sat in my room and we (mostly she) sang along to all the songs. That's it... I know it maybe sounds weird, but it was so... meaningful... I mean you have to realize that Abby doesn't sing for anyone... But she is comfortable enough around me to belt out the lyrics to Blackbird and harmonies to Ocean Avenue. She is so awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so, I just got back from walking her home and I feel so loved and I feel so comfortable and at peace. On my way back to my apartment. These feelings made me think of other times I felt this way and I get a picture in my head of home... not just any old night... but a night of a storm... maybe midnight. I got a picture of my parents room with mom and dad in their bed and the four kids sleeping on the floor around it. That is how we dealt with our fear of storms or of nightmares or anything during the night. We didn't jump in bed with ma and pa, we just slept on the floor around the bed. I remember knowing that no harm could come to me when I was sleeping there on that floor. No nightmare could haunt me... no lightning could strike me... their were never any creatures in mom and dad's room. If any of these things happened, I knew that one of my parents would rescue me before any misfortune could transpire. In that room, sleeping on that floor, I was at peace... I didn't fear anything... I felt loved and cared for even though mom and dad were snoring. what a good memory. What a good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Mom and Dad for bringing me up... even if I didn't turn out amazing. Thank you Patric, Emily, and James for keeping me company during those treacherous thunderstorms even when you weren't scared. Thank you Rachel and Mic for caring about me even though we live 2000 miles apart. Thank you friends for stick'n with me even though I called only once or twice during the whole summer. Thank you Abby for being the most fabulous and fantastic friend I've ever had, for letting me cry when I'm in pain, for making me smile when it is so hard, for loving me even though I can make things so complicated. I love all of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Petey Boy-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-112901397860310100?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/112901397860310100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=112901397860310100' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/112901397860310100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/112901397860310100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/10/comfort-food-for-thought.html' title='comfort food for thought'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-112795496147775324</id><published>2005-09-28T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T19:49:21.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's wednesday, time to update</title><content type='html'>Well, I am sorry to all of those who love to read what is going on in my petty little life. I haven't posted in a while. basically blah blah happened and that was followed by a whoop-ti-doo. So, there you have it. It is hard for me to write blogs consistently because I don't know my reader base... as in how many of you read this?!? if you are reading this right now... please leave a comment... right now... go... don't read anything else yet... go to where is says "comments" and click on it... now write your name and a small blurb. EVERYONE!! NOW!! yes even you abby... and you patric... and rachel if you read this I expect to see your name... if you accidently stumbled upon this blog... I wanna know about it... ok go everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that you said hi or somethin' i can tell you about what is new. Wait!! nope. i'm going to tell only interesting things... no more going into sick detail about dropping a pencil and spending the entire day searching for it only to find it under my pillow because i left it there for the pillow fairy. Actually, if that did happen to me... i guess that is more interesting than I intended... but you get the idea... anyway here is some intersting things that have happened to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog Bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right I got bit by a dog. I was simply walking home from class. I was merely two houses away from my apartment and a door opened. Out ran a dog and a man yelled after him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That dog is running straight at me." I thought to myself. "He looks kind of upset. Maybe I should pet it." So I stopped. I didn't want it to think I was scared of it. So I just waited for it. waiting to rub my hand across it's fur. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my suprise when instead of stopping right next to me and extending its back for me to pet the dog ran full force into my right leg while sinking its teeth into the side of my leg. I guess it didn't really hurt. I didn't flinch. I didn't yell. I didn't kick the dog. I don't even think my eyes got bigger. Somehow, in the back of my head... I knew this dog was going to bite. I knew that it couldn't resist my juicy leg o'meat. I just simply looked down to survey the damage; its upper teeth scrapped my leg, but its bottom canines left some nice puncture wounds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did he getcha?" The male owner yelled from the steps leading to his door. I looked down to see if maybe the first time I imagined the injury. nope, it was still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes sir he bit me." I informed the owner. He called me inside. His wife cleaned it up a bit and I went home. I wasn't mad. I really was kind of happy. I'd never been bit by a dog before. Secretly, I've always wanted to though. You know what I'm talking about... like wanting to get shot... just to know what it is like... to be able to say that you have... not in the chest or anything, but like the leg or arm or something. Anyway, My dad suggested letting the police know about the attack... so they came by and I had to file a report. The officers said I should get it checked out at the hospital. So, Tucker ran me to the local cut hut. He took pictures the whole time. I didn't need stitches or anything... so they cleaned me up and sent me home. My parents came up to make sure I was safe (they were going to be around the area anyway). We went out for food and that was my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my story.... and my post. Please leave a comment. until next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-112795496147775324?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/112795496147775324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=112795496147775324' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/112795496147775324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/112795496147775324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-wednesday-time-to-update.html' title='It&apos;s wednesday, time to update'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-112614548633492617</id><published>2005-09-07T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T21:11:26.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmhhhmmm</title><content type='html'>You know what? I love humans. We are such an interesting beast. I just spent the last hour or so flipping through random blogs to catch a peek into other folk's lives. I was asked recently if I thought humans were inherently evil. Well... I don't know. After reading the blogs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind just shifted, I decided that the previous topic was boring. Things always sound better in my head then they do outloud. I really just have to teach myself to write, but not read what I wrote. Just write my thoughts and not worry about it. but I do worry. I worry about sounding stupid, like I am afraid I am doing right now, but I'm not really afraid per say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, I guess I like talking to people because talking aloud thoughts is more acceptable than writing them out for a permanent record. People expect this stuff to be gramatically correct and looked over and re-written, but it is theraputic (sp?) putting my thoughts down without regard. You... yes, you the reader have a piece of my soul now. You know my thought process. yikes!!! but at the same time... mmmmmmmm. I like it. and if you think thoughts, good. I think thoughts too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what is he talking about"  you may ask yourself. well, I don't rightly know. But... I do know one thing. I really like living. like mega hecka alot. People can be mean and people can be... well... mean. heh. but people can also be nice and awesome and beautiful. beautiful as in wonderful, excellent. It feels so darn good when people are nice. of course the opposite is true... mean people suck. but I guess I'm not really worried about the suckiness because it is only temporary. even if it seems permanent... like loneliness for life or the death of one that is loved. nope. it is only for a season. to all those who suffer from loneliness, love others and you will be loved. don't sulk or hid yourself away... but love ... love ... love. for real. in this way others will love you. and for death... think of life. remember the good. people pass, but the memories of them never do. love... live... and remember. easy. I know that sometimes it seems difficult, right now I prolly sound like a fool to those set in their ways of hating not themselves but the lives they were giving. but look around and if life isn't peaches and cream... grow a peach tree and buy a cow. things change &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, I love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-112614548633492617?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/112614548633492617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=112614548633492617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/112614548633492617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/112614548633492617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/09/mmmhhhmmm.html' title='mmmhhhmmm'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-112596095912900773</id><published>2005-09-05T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T18:15:30.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>August then</title><content type='html'>Well, I am moved into my apartment here in Oshkosh. I guess I really have no excuse not to inform all of you about my goings on. So, August then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 5-7&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't remember... oh wait.. yep, okay. Friday I headed to Oshkosh to hang out, because Abby was having a family reunion. I met up with Hoss and we chill'n around town. I found out my good friend Caleb got engaged. Super cool. I spent the night on Hoss' couch. Saturday, We went to fox valley thrift in Appleton. It was awesome. I bought a bunch of clothes and also a very cool chair for my apartment, which I stored in Hoss' garage. Abby called me and said that there was a get together Saturday night in Mayville and that she could go. So, Her and I went to that. We were the only people to show up at this party. But it was cool, we got to hang out with John Shoemaker and Amanda Merkes for the night... see pictures and whatnot. It was fun. Sunday, I don't particularly remember. I went to church? took a nap? went to bed? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 12-14&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was the weekend of the Film Festival. Casey and I kinda really slacked until the final week for this thing. But it fell together and saturday was a good time. Friday night though, I had a party at my house. oh wait, hold up. Friday I went to milwaukee with Jeff Thelen and Luke Magalsky to see my roommate's band, The Otis Coates, play at The Rave. We met up with Mike Heyer and Tom and Domo. It was a good time. I also saw Andy the Co-worker, her boyfriend, and her friend Jesse. After teh show, everyone came back to my place... well not everyone, but Jeff, Luke, Mike, Tom, and Domo. Also, Casey, John, and Travis came over. We played cards and hung out. It was really fun. So Saturday, the film festival went well. at night, A few folks hung out at my house. Sunday, I don't remember again. oh yes... I took butch over to the Merkes' and got a flat tire. fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 19-21&lt;br /&gt;Friday was my last day of work. SWEET!!! Abby's family came over for a dinner at my house that Abby and I prepared. The evening was really nice; nothing really ackward or anything terrible. Saturday, I pierced Patric's ear. Then I had a steel drum gig.  As always, it was fun. When I came back home, mom and dad were upset that Patric had a hole in his ear. He doesn't anymore. Then, I hung out with Abby. Sunday, We went to church together and then came back to her place and had breakfast with her family friends the MacDonalds. In the evening, We went to see The Fateful Promise in milwaukee. It was a cool show. It was fun hanging out with Travis Smith and the guys. Monday, I got ready to go to California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALIFORNIA&lt;br /&gt;It was fun. You want details? call me. Also check out my pics on flickr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I cam back from california I got my teeth pulled and I did a bunch of stuff. Went thrift'n with Luke, all night talk with Abby, built loft frame and grilled steaks with Hoss, drove to madison with Travis, moved into my apartment with Jeff, played Settlers with the family, ran with Emily, laughed with Patric, read a letter from James, loved life with the world. Yeah, so that has been life as of late... super cool. alright, until next time... Stop thinking, keep living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-112596095912900773?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/112596095912900773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=112596095912900773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/112596095912900773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/112596095912900773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/09/august-then.html' title='August then'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-112302774509903324</id><published>2005-08-02T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T19:09:05.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July</title><content type='html'>Another Month has come and gone... s'bout time that I got to updat'n everyone. Let me check my calender and see if I can remember all that went on... hmmm.... Ah yes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 8 - 10&lt;br /&gt;I don't really remember what happened friday. I think I played chess against Abby. It was a stale mate... wait! is that possible? I dunno... we both went down to one king I think. I remember it was a stale mate, but thinking about it now that doesn't make sense. Well, Saturday, Abby and I invited Travis and Shelly over for dinner. We made them Chicken and Brocoli Fetticine Alfredo complete with salad, garlic bread, and wine. Luke joined us for dinner, but had to go to bed afterwards. The meal was great! Afterwards, The two couples hung out by the fire and then came inside and just cccchhhhiiiilllllllleedddd out. Sunday, nothing too special happened, Abby and I hung out all day. ahhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 15 - 17&lt;br /&gt;Friday night Travis and I headed over to Turdipoo's place to check out his new apartment. But it isn't an apartment... it's a house. It is really cool. We hung out there for the night and saturday morning. Nothing too special, but fun none the less. Saturday night, Travis, Luke, Abby, Josh (Luke's roommate) and I hung out at the magalsky's. We played that game where you make up definitions of words.... oh yeah, Balderdash (hope I spelled it right [not that anything else is]). The night was fun, and a little on the nerve racking side. Everyone crashed there. In the morning, Abby and Luke's Mom made everyone breakfast. Yum Yum. Then I had a Steel Drum gig... then I came back to hang out with Abby... and I'm so glad I did. We had an amazing talk... well it was more of me talking and Abby being the psychiatrist. But it was really good and helpful. Thanks Abby love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 22 - 24&lt;br /&gt;Oh this weekend was especially fun. Abby and I went down to Illinois friday and visited my super fun Aunts, Rose and Tuttie. We ate at the theme restuarant, Rainforest Cafe, it was a good time... Then we took a walk by the lake at night. It was wicked gorgeous. But, then it was late and after Aunt Rose told us a bed time story... we hit the hay. Saturday, Aunt Rose took us to the Jelly Belly Tour in Pleasent Prarie, WI. It was... well... informative. The tour was free and was just a bunch of videos on how the candy is made, but at the end everyone got a sample bag... so then it is worth it. After the tour, Both Aunts went with us to the beach, on Lake Michigan by the way. We swam for about an hour... it was fun, I haven't done any swimming all summer. But then we went back and Aunt Tuttie made us an authentic Kenyan meal. It was so good. Man, I loved it. Then we headed home for I had another steel drum gig. Which as always is fun. Sunday, Abby came to my  church and then went to hang out with her mom and go shopping and see a movie. But then a while later, Abby invited me to the movie... which she said was going to be Bad News Bears. I agreed to see it because I wanted to hang with Abby some more, but when I got there Abby said "we're seeing Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" "YYYYYAAAAAAYYYY!" I exclaimed. The movie was real good, but I liked the original better. Afterwards, we hung out a little bit, then I had to get rested up for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 29 - 31&lt;br /&gt;Okay, starts with a steel drum gig. Then at home around 9 Emily (my sis) and I start a fire. Around 10 Abby shows up. Everyone chills. I take Abby home. Saturday, Breakfast at 9 with Abby. Then louge around the house. Think of different things to do. make lunch. go shopping. do crafts. etc. then I go with Abby to baby sit. The 4 year girl opens up to me, but the 1 year old boy crys just by looking at me. We go home. Sunday, I go to Abby's church. some more loung'n then craft'n. Travis is around. I go home. do a little exercising. Abby comes over. more craft. Then hammock. then grocery store. we get chauffeured around by Emily. Then everyone watches a movie and I go to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's July for ya. So much more happened but too much to write. Call me sometime and let's chat. I can't wait for school to start. BTW, I'm going to California with my Dearest Abby. That is going to be awesome. Well, TTFN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-112302774509903324?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/112302774509903324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=112302774509903324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/112302774509903324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/112302774509903324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/08/july.html' title='July'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-112059123892307405</id><published>2005-07-05T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T19:59:53.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A month above all months</title><content type='html'>Well, Golly a whole month went by and I haven't told ya'll anything about it... My Bad. I'm going to have to say that this past month has probably been my favorite month so far in my entire life. yeah, I'm pretty sure that is a true statement. Weekdays are just for working. The thing that makes this particular June, well, this summer so good is the weekends. The Weekdays are terrible, I try to make them go as fast as possible. Abby and I don't even get to talk to each other because she is on second shift and I am on first. So, that sucks, but I live for the weekend. Ok, anyway... let us start from where I left off. Ya'll know about the fishing weekend at the Magalsky farm... so let's jump to the next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 3-5&lt;br /&gt;This weekend wasn't amazing but Emily had her graduation party on the 4th. I got to chill with some extended family and then on sunday was the ceremony... I got to see Turdipoo for a little bit and then hang out with Abby. Mom left during the week on tuesday night to go to California for the rest of the summer. So no more mom for a while, just dad, me, Emily, and Patric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 10-12&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Abby and I hung out with Travis and Shelly. We went up friday night and wandered around the appleton mall. The weather was getting crazy and there was a tornado warning. Travis wanted to go find a twister, but no one else really wanted to. We just headed to Travis' apartment and hung out, played guitar, and then drifted to sleep. Saturday, The four of us went to IHOP for breakfast (it was somewhat disappointing, oh well). Then we went to a small private pond in Fond Du Lac and went fishing. It was fun because the pond was man made and they put fish in there. It was hard not to catch fish, but somehow I managed to only catch one (I hooked two others but they got away before I could reel them out of the water). That was fun. Then Abby and I went to her house and Travis and Shelly went to a festival in FDL. We were supposed to meet up later but never really did. Sunday was just a nap kind of day. oh yeah, I played Steel Drums on sunday... it was super fun. I love playing steel drums. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 17-19&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Travis, Jeff, and I went to Wausau (2.5 hours northwest of mayville) to visit our good friend Mike Heyer. We left kind of late on friday and met up with Mike and headed over to a campfire thing. We just chilled with people we didn't know. Then at around 2 in the morning, we went to wal-mart and goofed around until we got yelled at. It wasn't hard to fall asleep that night. We woke up surprisingly early (around 10, or was it earlier?). Anyway, Mike's parents made us breakfast, but Jeff and Travis wanted to go to Perkins... dang. so, we went to Perkins (it was much better than IHOP, but probably not as good as the Heyer's meal). After Breakfast we drove around for a bit went to a few stores. I went to Fleet Farm to get a good belt. Then we went and saw Batman Begins. It was a good movie. Then we went to a bead store that Mike's girlfriend (Michelle) works at. It was amazing. It had so many cool beads for necklaces and stuff. I was overwhelmed. so many choices... anyway, I found a few that I thought Abby would like and then I found some that I thought I might use and I bought them. The beads were priced somewhat expensive, but Michelle gave me an awesome deal. After that, we headed home. Jeff dropped Travis and I off at Travis' apartment and then Jeff had to head home. Travis and I hung out and played tennis for a while. Then he drove me back home and we had a good heart to heart talk during out travel. Sunday I played steel drums again, once again it was so much fun. Then Abby got back from her family trip and I rushed over to her house. We watched Singin' in the Rain and I kept saying how much I wanted to learn how to dance and then I had to go home and sleep... so I did. Patric left the following Tuesday for Florida and then Australia for the summer. So just me, my dad, and Emily left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 24-25&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must say this weekend was by far the best one. Friday I didn't really do much I rushed to finish a present. Saturday, amazing... Abby and I decided to celebrate our 1 year of dating anniversary today. We went to Devil's Lake (a beautiful part of wisconsin) and got there around noon. We started off with a picnic Abby packed. It was great; she knew just what I liked. We had sandwiches (mine was bologna) and chips and granola bars. She made a fruit salad, Yummy! And she made chocolate covered strawberries for dessert!!!!! How sweet is that?!? (I mean sweet in both ways; cool and kind/loving). It was so awesome. She also brough peaches along which she know are probably my favorite fruit of all time. So, that was the meal, during which I gave her her present; a book I wrote for her and asked people to help illustrate. I read it to her right on the picnic bench. She absolutely loved it. It was great. Then we packed up and went hiking. Devil's lake has some awesoem trails. The first one we hiked was a short easy one that had a waterfall at the end it was really cool the trail followed a small stream. We went between some cool rock walls and stuff. The waterfall wasn't huge but it was cool looking. I want to go dive into the little water reserve at the bottom, but I couldn't legally. That made me decide I want to be a wildlife ranger. That would be so awesome. Anyway, After that trail we went to a bit harder one, we had to go up a steep trail... it was quite a climb but so fun. We saw people climbing cliffs with ropes and the whole thing. When we got to the top, we followed another trail and saw some amazing views. I love nature. We were at the top looking down. It was great. Then we had to come down. so we did. Interestingly enough, coming down seemed to be more of a strain that going up. Perhaps you knew that already. Anyway, the trails took us about 3 hours. They were so fun. Abby and I were all sweaty and stinky by the time we were done... so we headed near a camp ground area and got showers, put on some nice clothes, and we headed to Madison. On our way there we had to cross a lake, or maybe it was river, but we had to take a ferry. That was fun. Once in Madison we hadn't really made plans to eat anywhere specifically so we looked for a place that looked nice. We found one called Fyfe's Corner Bistro. It was just what we were looking for. It was really nice place, not shirt and tie, but not Applebee's either. The service, food, and atmosphere were really perfect. Abby and I had a great meal. She had Pasta and I had chicken. Then we headed home. We talked about memories from when we first met and we nervous around each other and stuff like that. So much fun. Then Abby gave me an awesome present. She put three picture frames together one above the other. All three are pictureso of her holding a piece of paper. The top one says "I". The second has a picture of a heart. The third say "U". ahhhhhhhhhhhh. What a wonderful present. I have it hanging in my room.  The whole day was just an amazing day. Sunday, Abby came over and hung out with Dad, Emily and I. Then we had to part again. A week. argh. Emily left for Mexico on Thursday. Down to two. Dad and I. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 1-4&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was quite fun also. Friday I had a little campfire with my good friends; Abby, Luke, Jeff, Travis, and Shelly. It was nice. Saturday, Abby went to Madison and everyone else was busy during the day so I kind of bummed around until Abby got back and then we hung out... went on a walk, watched night appear, played music, made supper. Sunday, Abby and I went to my church and then went out to for chinese food with my Dad and James' girlfriend, Jasmine. After lunch, Abby and I headed up to Oshkosh to meet up with Travis and Shelly. We went and saw War of the Worlds, which is a nice hollywood film. The general population would enjoy watching it once or twice. But I would suggest seeing it in theatre because the effects work best on the big screen. After the movie we got a bite to eat and headed to a local festival in Oshkosh. We watched a good fireworks show and then went on some rides. Somewhere all the line of my life, I told myself that I don't like carni rides, but I let myself enjoy these ones and they were fun. After that we went back to the apartment and just crashed. Monday, Abby and I left to go to summerfest. We stopped at our houses and then headed to Milwaukee. We met up with Turdipoo and got to see his new apartment. Turdi invited us to a BBQ that he was invited to, so we went and had some brats and burgers. It seemed like Abby and I were young'ns in a mid-twenty year old crowd. I tried not to let it bother me. Everyone was really nice. We played a quick card game and then headed over to summerfest. We went for one reason alone. Ben Folds!! He was really good. I think I liked the Ben Folds show better last year, but I still really enjoyed this one (I actually recognized the songs this year). Then we came home and slept. Now I am here dreding work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is it for now. see ya'll again in a month. Thanks for read'n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-112059123892307405?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/112059123892307405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=112059123892307405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/112059123892307405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/112059123892307405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/07/month-above-all-months.html' title='A month above all months'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-111758628858883145</id><published>2005-05-31T19:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T19:38:08.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>Oh my... well, it has been too long since I posted last. School is officially done for the year, my grades are breathtaking... and I have a job. yay and ugh. anyway, Abby had a birthday about a week and a half ago... it was quite a fun weekend. She turned 19... we went to the zoo and the next day I went fishing with her family. That was swell. I spent last week kind of looking for a job. I got an offer at MEC (Mayville Engineering Company). I'll be doing some sad gravy job. Oh well, it is money. Last weekend was the Emerald Ball. It was fantastic. The turn out was great and the bands rocked. I was a little bummed about the number of high schoolers there (too many) but it was nice to have them and see that they were pumped. Yep, then Saturday Abby and I went to a wedding in Oshkosh and then spent 5 1/2 hours in the mall. Waiting for the dance to start. yikes. We stepped into every store in the Appleton Mall. Craziness... The dance was... well, a dance... I'm not a huge fan, but it was alright... I got to slow dance with Abby and that was really awesome... so all in all a good day. Sunday, Travis Pahl, the magalsky siblings, and myself went over to the Magalsky farm in western wisconsin. Then Travis Smith met us there. We did a bunch of fishing and hung out at night. We went to Wisconsin Dells. Then the next day we did some more fishing. Most of the fishing was stream fishing (where you walk in a stream). It was so fun. I kept getting the line caught in trees and grass and things. But that's ok. We did a little lake fishing and I caught my first fishing. Luke thought it was a white bass, but his dad thought otherwise. I didn't keep it, but it was fun anyhow. Today I started my job. I hate factory jobs, but I will get by. at least this factory job plays music over their loud speaker, that is so nice. (last summer I didn't get that pleasure). Well, that is all to report for now. Post will be infrequent because I don't really have internet access or much time during the week. Hope everyone is doing well. bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-111758628858883145?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/111758628858883145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=111758628858883145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111758628858883145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111758628858883145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/05/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-111629835709411461</id><published>2005-05-16T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T21:52:37.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>uhm</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm done with school. I think I did well. I can't wait for the summer to be over though and to be able to move into my apartment. Nothing really new around here. Abby's parents got me a fishing pole for my birthday. Sweet! I can't wait to cast that sucker and catch some water dwellers. bwa ha ha. okbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-111629835709411461?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/111629835709411461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=111629835709411461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111629835709411461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111629835709411461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/05/uhm.html' title='uhm'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-111568921079610069</id><published>2005-05-09T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T20:40:10.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, My birthday weekend started out quite swell. Friday I grabbed up a bunch of stuff from my dorm room and headed home. Oh yeah, there were a lot of hail falling from the sky; friday in oshkosh. So, that was amazing. Then I went home and what did I do at home? Well, I don't recall. But I'm sure it was great. oh yes, I played cards with my favorite dad in the whole world. Then all of the sudden I won. So, then I went to bed. After bed, I woke up. That was nice. Mommy made crepes for breakfast. I love crepes. If you don't know what they are... look em up, cuz I recently became to lazy to link certain things. Then I read some articles and then my dad came home from work at 10 ish and we went to Fond du lac and got a new used car. yay! and ugh. so, then we came home and abby came over and cut my hair (she has never given a hair cut before). My hair looks awesome. Then we made kabobs. then dad grilled them. then everyone ate them. then everyone was full. Then I opened presents for my birthday. Mom and dad got me some sandals, cheez-its, and money. so, now I have sandals and cheezits, and money. Well now, can you guess what my most amazing friend Abby got me for my birthday? Calm down I'm going to tell you. She got me a vintage electric organ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I mean like one of those organs you stumble across about once every two months at that thrift store that you just happened upon due to circumstances that you aren't fully aware of, and you see this beast of a machine and play on it a little and your heart melts and you know that this organ was meant for you... I mean it was shaped to your oddly disfigured fingers and had enough buttons to keep a hyper acctive kid busy for... hours. Yeah, I think you all know what I'm talking about. It is that organ that when you reach for your wallet, you realize that you gave you last dollar to your neighbor kid for that terrible glass of lemonade that he made you drink if front of him to show how amazing it was. Then tears come to your eyes when you realize there is no way to purchase this machine above all machines. You spend a few hours saying your goodbyes and cry as your mother drags you to the car and you know that you will never again be as happy as you for one moment were with this beautiful organ. Well, Let me tell you. Abby found this organ... and she didn't buy lemonade so she was able to purchase that sweet creature and you know what she did. She said "Peter Simon. I love you so much. I also know that you love vintage electric organs. I also know that your birthday is like right about now... and well, I want to give you this organ." I didn't know what do. I mean... my gracious, it was fantastic. I didn't even know what to do or say. So, I just let my heart beat faster and and my eyes get bigger and my soul become more.... soul-i-er? so, yeah, I was and am pretty dang happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we played Settlers of Catan and I choose some bad spots to place my settlements to begin. Well, The thing is... abby won. She did quite a good job of it too. Then sleep. Then wake. I went to church and helped do things. Then I came home and had dinner with my mommy and I sang her a song and said "hey mommy, your my favorite" and then I sang her a song. then she opened presents. Then I decided I was tired and I took a nap. Then I awoke and and went back to school. Then Abby and I played piano, and I got sad... then Travis came and gave me a birthday present wrapped in electrical tape like a true electrician. It was Amelie the movie. Sweet, I didn't have that one... I found out later that he had to call Abby to figure out what I would like. Abby is so wonderfully amazing. Man, I love her so much. Then jeff came and visited and then he left and then matt and I went to dairy queen and then we came back and then i went to abby's dorm to surprise her and then we went on a walk. It was beautiful weather. I got to walk around by the river with a beautiful girl. We got to stare at the beautiful river. The whole thing was beautiful. But for some reason I have a way of ruining things. I talked about my feelings on life and they weren't too cheery, so I was kind of a downer. But if everything was always peachy it would become aweful monotonous. so, then I walked her home. Then I headed to my dorm. On my way I saw a group that was congragated outside my dorm building. As I got closer I recognized my roommate Mike and then my other friends, matt, tom, and jeff. All of the sudden a blaze of 20 candles came out of nowhere and a song of a joyous occasion in celebration of one's birth was heard. Well, It turns out that I was 20 minutes after my birthday finished but even a bike police officer sang to me and wished me a happy year of living. Wow, I have amazing friends. I'm sorry I ever doubted it. God, you have blessed me in so many ways, with so many people and so many happy things in my 20 years of life. and what a fun life I have had so far and I look forward to everything you have in store for me for the next 40 to 60 years. All the friends and events and love and problems and resolves and animals and nature and wow, just wonderful. so, thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-111568921079610069?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/111568921079610069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=111568921079610069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111568921079610069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111568921079610069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-birthday-weekend.html' title='My Birthday Weekend'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-111559104578254184</id><published>2005-05-08T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T17:24:05.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so they tell me</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday. I am now 20 years of age. yay! Also, thanks mom for having me. Also, thanks dad for raising me. Also, thanks everyone that loves me for doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Petey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-111559104578254184?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/111559104578254184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=111559104578254184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111559104578254184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111559104578254184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-they-tell-me.html' title='so they tell me'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-111521304744216473</id><published>2005-05-04T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T08:24:07.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time has come....</title><content type='html'>... to announce the Emerald Ball. If you are unfamiliar with this annual festival. Check out the details &lt;a href="http://www.peteyboy.com/eball"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. It going to be a rip roaring good time. If you have any questions you should get a hold of me through phone, web, or ESP. Thanks everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-111521304744216473?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/111521304744216473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=111521304744216473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111521304744216473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111521304744216473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/05/time-has-come.html' title='The Time has come....'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-111515452659553107</id><published>2005-05-03T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T16:08:46.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>there you go</title><content type='html'>Well, let us see here. Turdipoo came up for the weekend. Friday Jeff, Travis, Turdi and I hung out. Saturday, We all hung out again but also with our girlfriends (ryan's girlfriend was miller lite). Anyway, It was killer fun! We all saw Hitchhiker's Guide... and then went bowling. Sunday, I did a project... and then nothing. Monday, I did Emerald Ball project... and then nothing. Today, I went to the library... and am in the middle of doing nothing. So, there you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-111515452659553107?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/111515452659553107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=111515452659553107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111515452659553107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111515452659553107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/05/there-you-go.html' title='there you go'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-111472128346170573</id><published>2005-04-28T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T15:48:03.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll settle your face!!!</title><content type='html'>Anyone who knows me, knows that I love playing &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Settlers_of_Catan"&gt;Settlers of Catan&lt;/a&gt;. Well, they finally came out with an online version of it. Sa-weet!!! I spend most of my working hours playing it. So, I thought that I should share the info with you. So, Check out &lt;a href="http://zone.msn.com/en/catanonline/default.htm"&gt;Catan Online&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-111472128346170573?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/111472128346170573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=111472128346170573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111472128346170573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111472128346170573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/04/ill-settle-your-face.html' title='I&apos;ll settle your face!!!'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-111445232762710573</id><published>2005-04-25T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T13:05:27.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmmmmm I love</title><content type='html'>Well, this weekend was swell. I went to Madison on friday with Travis Pahl. It was good, but short. We only stayed to watch Travis Smith's Band. His band was really good. They will be at the Emerald Ball. So, that'll be sweet. We left shortly after because Travis needed sleep. Saturday I did laundry and Abby and I jammed out in the piano room for 3 hours. It was a lot of fun. Saturday night, Travis Pahl invited Abby and I to hang out with him and Shelly. So, we went out to Tortilla Flats for dinner and then got a movie and chilled at travis' apartment for the night. It was alot of fun. In the morning, Shelly and Travis made Abby and I breakfast. Pancakes, Donuts, Bacon, Orange Juice and fresh fruit. Yummy in my tummy! Sunday I was ultra lazy. So, yeah, that is my weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-111445232762710573?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/111445232762710573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=111445232762710573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111445232762710573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111445232762710573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/04/mmmmmmm-i-love.html' title='mmmmmmm I love'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-111386298309928357</id><published>2005-04-18T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T17:23:03.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Review</title><content type='html'>Well, This weekend was spectacular... Friday I caught a ride to Madison with Abby and her friend Amy. I hung out with Luke and Travis Smith. It was quite fun. They have the greatest movie rental place there. It seriously has every movie you ever want to see. Really... I mean, if I can say that it must be true. Anyhow, I found &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casshern"&gt;Casshern&lt;/a&gt; for sale and took out a loan to buy it. I've been looking for this movie all over the entire year, thanks to mike for turning my on to it. So, anyhow... I spent the night in Madison and came back saturday. I spent the afternoon watching my newly purchased movie. It was great... I will write a review soon about it. Then Abby invited me to go to Milwaukee to see some local bands. At first, I was skeptical, I didn't want to drive an hour and a half away and have the band suck and not be able to leave. But, I decided to drop my fears and give it a try. So, I went with Abby, Abby's friend Jennifer, and Jennifer's friend Martha. Abby payed for me to get in (thanks love). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bands were all hard rock, not really my style, but it brought some memories back of when I used to be into that. It was fun. The bands were energitic and very personable. I also got to see Juiceboxxx. He is a white suburban rapper. I got a picture with him. SWEET! Anyhow, I had a lot of fun. I did a whole bunch of people watching... I think that probably was what was so fun about the night. yeah, I'm gonna say that's what it was. so, we came back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I did alot of very little and decided I wanted to do the same today... so I did. Now, I'm off to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-111386298309928357?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/111386298309928357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=111386298309928357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111386298309928357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111386298309928357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/04/weekend-review.html' title='Weekend Review'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-111370450037935995</id><published>2005-04-16T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T11:47:25.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check'n in from Milwaukee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/49449/175120.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogblog.com/audiopost.gif" class="audImg"border="0" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-111370450037935995?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/111370450037935995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=111370450037935995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111370450037935995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111370450037935995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/04/checkn-in-from-milwaukee.html' title='Check&apos;n in from Milwaukee'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-111340094558972338</id><published>2005-04-13T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T12:59:18.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Story</title><content type='html'>So, it is just another monday at my job. I'm working with Andi from 6pm - 10pm. Work is pretty slow. So, we are just sitting around surfing on computers. Andi is on the student employee computer and I am risking it by being on my boss's computer. No one is allowed on my boss's computer, but she left hours before and wouldn't be back till morning. Also, I'm not really logged in under my boss. I'm logged in as a student, so I can't really mess up any of my boss's files or anything... so I figure no big deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my boss calls asking if she left something in the back room. I go check and let her know that its not there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bye" she hangs up the phone. I let Andi know that Judy, our boss, called about missing something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"weird," was Andi's reply. Our boss is weird. Let me give you a little discription. Picture the stereotypical crazy and creep "cat lady"... seriously, she has pictures of cats all over the place. She is fifty to sixty something and hunched over. She isn't married and still lives with her parent, who have to pick her up from work. She mumbles when she talks and talks to whoever is around whether or not they are listening... and she complains about everything... from her back or feet to someone asking for time off. Oh well, it is also rumored that she takes a week off every year to attend a Star Trek convention. So, that's my boss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Andi and I are "working" and our good friend mike stopped in for a chat as he does most Monday nights. After a little bit, he asks to use the internet... so we let him come behind the desk and use the employee computer. I play some nice music from Judy's computer. It is nice and relaxing... I am working on a website design. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the sudden... out of no where... this hunch backed grumpy lady walks through the door, behind the desk, and to the back room; Judy. Mike looks at me with huge scared eyes. I motion for him to scram... and he promptly jumps over the desk and out of the room. I don't move because I figure I'm busted already might as well keep from looking more suspicious. Judy returns to the front room, huffing and puffing, I'm not sure if it is from walking around or if it is out of anger (because sometimes she huffs and puffs when things aren't going her way). Judy looks around and leaves without saying a word. Andi and I look at eaach other with terror. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did that just happen?," I ask. Andi shrugs speechlessly. We are still worried that she might return. But Mike being behind the desk was our biggest problem, so we aren't too worried. Mike returns to the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She chased me!,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was just walking down the hallway and she was following me, so I cut down the stairs to the first floor and she followed me... she followed me nearly out of the building, but she stopped to talk to the janitor." Mike tells us with a frightened look on his face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is is possible that she was just looking for the janitor and happened to take the same path you took? She was here looking for something after all." I try to reason. Mike looks at me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, That's probably it," Mike decides to take off and farewells all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to come to work tomorrow," Andi starts in after mike leaves. "I have to come in and face Judy at noon. I don't want to lose my job." I look at her and shrug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I doubt it will come to that." I retort optomistically. We then discuss what we should tell her if she asks about the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, maybe we could act like mike wasn't here. If she asks... we'll act like she is crazy and not know what she is taking about." I suggested. Andi laughed, but ultimatly we decided to tell the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the next day rolls around. Andi goes to work and comes back after her shift is done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"she didn't say anything... she didn't even glare or anything... she just acted like normal." Andi tells me after she gets back from work. I don't know what to make of this...Well to try and shorten a long story... I was at work today and Judy said nothing about monday. The point is... that's really weird and I have a really weird boss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-111340094558972338?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/111340094558972338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=111340094558972338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111340094558972338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111340094558972338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/04/funny-story.html' title='Funny Story'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-111324324783212735</id><published>2005-04-11T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T11:49:26.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Onward</title><content type='html'>So, last tuesday was the best worst day of my life. I was so self loathing and hating. It was bad... like real bad. I was believing lies about myself. That's not good. Anyway, due to my awesome group of friends, I was able to come to that realization. Thanks everyone. So, I have a completely new outlook on life... and on myself. Basically I'm ok with the things I do and think. So, I am so freak'n happy. This week has been awesome. This weekend was amazing. I got to hang out with my best friend Turdipoo and we had a huge conversation about morals with our friend Travis Smith. So sweet. Anyhow, I hope everyone is having a fantastic day, week, etc. see ya'll later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-111324324783212735?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/111324324783212735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=111324324783212735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111324324783212735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111324324783212735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/04/wednesday-onward.html' title='Wednesday Onward'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-111274997606012005</id><published>2005-04-05T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T21:20:15.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"There are two ways to slide easily through life: to believe everything or to doubt everything; both ways save us from thinking." -Alfred Korzybski-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this just about sums up the last 3 years of my life. I think therefore I suffer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-111274997606012005?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/111274997606012005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=111274997606012005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111274997606012005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111274997606012005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/04/there-are-two-ways-to-slide-easily.html' title=''/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-111272258127695705</id><published>2005-04-05T12:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T12:36:21.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>well...</title><content type='html'>I'm sick. physically and mentally. I'm making things aweful. I hope this day finds all of you smiling. Because smiles are the greatest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;Petey Boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-111272258127695705?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/111272258127695705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=111272258127695705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111272258127695705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111272258127695705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/04/well.html' title='well...'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-111258219104149939</id><published>2005-04-03T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T21:36:31.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>April 1-3</title><content type='html'>fast weekend&lt;br /&gt;went to leadership retreat w/ campus crusade for christ friday night&lt;br /&gt;hung out with abby saturday night&lt;br /&gt;chilled with some friends today and got some things done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-111258219104149939?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/111258219104149939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=111258219104149939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111258219104149939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111258219104149939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/04/april-1-3.html' title='April 1-3'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-111198030936331448</id><published>2005-03-27T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T21:25:09.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter... Sunday is here.. but 3 days ago was friday</title><content type='html'>Well, This weekend was like every other weekend... except different. I'm sitting here back in my dorm room. I'm watching &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portishead"&gt;Portishead&lt;/a&gt; on DVD. Before this I was at home where I won Settlers of Catan against my family and Abby (whose highlighted hair looks awesome). Patrick started playing a good game near the end. But, I basically had it in the bag before we started. Easter lunch was, ham, cheesy potatoes, rolls, and brocolli salad. It was a grand taste and it filled me up. Church in the morning was good. Celebrat'n Jesus rais'n from the dead and have'n a nice breakfast. I got up for church at 7 am. Which isn't bad, but last night I went to sleep at 12:30. This was because I was Abby's house... we watched part of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adaptation_%28movie%29"&gt;Adaptation&lt;/a&gt; (which is an okay movie) and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peter_Pan_%281953_movie%29"&gt;Peter Pan&lt;/a&gt; (which I fell asleep to). Abby and I didn't catch all of Adaptation because Luke (Abby's bro) started the movie while Abby was highlighting her hair. She had left over dyeing goop so I throw a bunch in my hair. Earlier that day I help my folks tear down wallpaper... they are going to paint the living room and dining room (wuite ambitious). I woke up at 8:30 as not to waste the day or maybe it was 9. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Friday night I was Abby's house hanging out with her (admiring her awesome new piercing), Luke, and my good friend, Travis Pahl. It was fun. We watched &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Finding_Neverland"&gt;Finding Neverland&lt;/a&gt; (which inspired the Magalsky siblings to rent Peter Pan). We were playing with toy air guns and shooting each other at close ranges. I have a couple nice welts to proudly display. Before Travis came by, I had Supper with the entire Magalsky family. We went to a nice hole-in-the-wall place and had pizza. It was good eats after hanging out with Abby and Luke in Fond du Lac. I returned my Man-Bag back to the store I got it from and bought a better, cheaper one. We also bought hair dye, because Abby wanted to highlight her hair and Luke wanted to dye it dark red (natural). Abby also got her  upper ear pierced at Wal-mart. She didn't even flinch. She just took the pain and displayed her new accessory with pride. Awesome. I got done with school on friday at 12:30 and Luke was here is Oshkosh waiting to take Abby and I home. Well, that is that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-111198030936331448?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/111198030936331448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=111198030936331448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111198030936331448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111198030936331448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/03/easter-sunday-is-here-but-3-days-ago.html' title='Easter... Sunday is here.. but 3 days ago was friday'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-111176585454505706</id><published>2005-03-25T09:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T09:50:54.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me my LIPS BACK!!!</title><content type='html'>so, i was randomly going through blogs and I came across this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v647/inquisitivechickens/coolguy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It intrigued me, so I thought I would share... apparently it is from a VCD cover (VCD = Video CD [ CD = Compact Disc]). Anyway, I love translations.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the original post I found this from: &lt;a href="http://buttermilk.blogspot.com/"&gt;buttermilk.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-111176585454505706?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/111176585454505706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=111176585454505706' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111176585454505706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111176585454505706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/03/give-me-my-lips-back.html' title='Give me my LIPS BACK!!!'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-111144590515534037</id><published>2005-03-21T16:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T16:58:25.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The rest of the week</title><content type='html'>well, where did I leave off... oh yes... wednesday. Wednesday was nothing too special. In fact, I don't think I did anything until my family came home. We had supper and then went to youth group. After youth group I challenged everyone to a rematch of Settlers... Mom and Patrick took me up on the offer. I ended up winning. so, that was swell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was an awesome day. I woke up at 7 in the morning to ensure that I had a car for the day (I had to take Patrick and Emily to school). I got some things ready and then headed over to Abby's house. I made pancakes, sausage, and orange juice for Abby and I. It was good. Afterward we decided to make crafts... but couldn't figure out what exactly what to do. We decided to go to the local craft store and look for something fun. So, we went and looked around. The store is huge. I found a sweet belt buckle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tandyleather.com/images/1763-05-L.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... so I know you are all jealous and stuff. Anyway, that was a totally awesome find. We didn't really find any craft stuff we were looking for so we headed to Wally World. At Wal-mart Abby found some things that she could make into earings. She bought those and we headed back to her house. We decided to make cookies and seeing as it was St. Patty's Day we dyed them green. The chocolate chip cookies looked like they were moldy, but it was fun. After the cookies were made, I had to go pick up Emily and Patrick from school. Abby came along and we brought some cookies for them. After we brought them home and chilled with my family for a while... Abby took me out for supper. She paid and everything... it was so wonderful. Mom thought I was just looking for an excuse to miss her annual cornbeef and cabbage St. Pat's Day meal. nope-a-rope. We went to &lt;a href="http://www.benvenutos.com/"&gt;Benvenuto's Italian Grill&lt;/a&gt;. It was good. After that, Abby and I chilled with her parents at her house. Then we watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0067992/"&gt;Willy Wonka and the Chizzle Fizzle&lt;/a&gt;. One of my most favorite movies ever!!! After that was finished... I headed home. What a great day thursday was. Spectacular even, but what do I expect from Gay Saint Patrick's Day Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night Casey Malesevich came back to Mayville so I went over to his house and played cards with him, John Shoemaker, Teddy Malesevich, Tony Moyle, and Billy Borgenhagen. I lost all my money. But since I didn't actually put any in... I didn't really lose any. Casey put my five dollars in... but he paid with a starbucks gift certificate. No one seemed to mind. That was basically my night. I was up till 3 and woke up at 9 in time for pancakes. yum yum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bethesda thrift store with my Pa at around 11 saturday morning. Abby was shopping there. She found a belt buckle for me. It is basically a lion head. Awesome. Then Luke Magalsky called me up and we headed to Oshkosh to see Travis Pahl's new apartment. I bought an expansion to Settlers of Catan called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seafarers_of_Catan"&gt;Seafarer's of Catan&lt;/a&gt;. I got a bit of ridicule, but I'm ok with that. The three of us went to Sears in Appleton and the mall. Then Luke and I went home. On our way, Luke and I had a fabulous conversation about life, pychology, and religion as we have a tendincy to do... but not like dumb theories and stuff like that... but relevent things pertaining to our life. So, that was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I helped record the musical drama at church and then tryed out the new Catan expansion with Patrick and Mom. It was fun. Then we left for Oshkosh to drop me off. I found a man bag, which I was looking for. Other than those things... nothing is really new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-111144590515534037?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/111144590515534037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=111144590515534037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111144590515534037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111144590515534037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/03/rest-of-week.html' title='The rest of the week'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-111094942282352268</id><published>2005-03-15T23:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T13:31:01.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>Well, I am on spring break. Woo hoo... I guess. I really just wanna get school overwith for the year. But, oh well, I will take the break. Friday Abby and I dropped our school things off at our respective houses and then immediately headed for Madison where we visited Abby's brother and my friend, Luke. It was fun... Luke bought us dinner at a $5.00 chinese buffet as you can hear from my &lt;a href="http://www.periwinklepix.com/peteyboy/2005/03/5-dollars-for-chinese-food-buffet-im.html"&gt;audioblog post&lt;/a&gt;. The food was sub par but I enjoyed it alot because it was a buffet and free (for me, thank you very much Luke). After that, we kinda bummed around for a while in Luke's room. I met a bunch of his friends and I found that I am a small time celebrity there (thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.pointlesstv.com"&gt;Pointless TV&lt;/a&gt;). One of Luke's friends (a polish student named Patrick) immediately put his arm around me and said "you don't know me... but I KNOW you." It was really quite weird. He then offered us kielbasa (which we declined, due to bulging stomachs from a buffet) and polish chocolate treats that were filled with different liqueurs (which we accepted because we figured it could fit in our stomachs {and probably a small thrill that it was filled with alcohol}). So that was swell. Later, Luke, Abby and I went to visit my good friend Casey Malesevich. He and I share a cell phone plan and I owed him some moola and he needed to give me a new phone because mine broke (kinda). Right after that, we went and saw the latest &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean-Pierre_Jeunet"&gt;Jean-Pierre Jeunet&lt;/a&gt; film, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A_Very_Long_Engagement"&gt;A Very Long Engagement&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean-Pierre Jeunet is the master mind behind &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amelie"&gt;Amelie&lt;/a&gt; and I really enjoy his style of film writing and directing. To find out more about what I thought of this movie check out my &lt;a href="http://www.periwinklepix.com/review/2005/03/very-long-engagement-un-long-dimanche.html"&gt;review here&lt;/a&gt;. This brings up another point... I have decided to make a review site to give my opinion of movies I've seen or books I've read, CD's listened to, Concerts attended... you know, things like that… I have invited my friends to join and give their opinions on things as well. I hope it is fairly active. That would be sweet. So yeah... that's that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I basically sat around all day until night came and I visited Jeff and then Ryan came home and we went to his house and there we three chilled till 5:30 in the morning. When I got home... Mom was already up for church. Crazy! I had no idea she got up that early… she was preparing for Sunday school... now I know where my procrastination comes from. Well, it is no wonder she takes naps on Sundays. I went to bed at 6am and got up at 8:30 for church. I wasn't really alert; I realized I couldn't make complete thoughts. Random sentence fragments and grunts were all I could really muster. After church I surprised my friend Ryan for his birthday. His mom bought Jeff and I tickets to a food and comedy fundraiser that Ryan was also attending. When we showed up he couldn't figure out what was going on. Especially because he was over at my house an hour before and I acted like I didn't know… saying things like "so, what are you up to this afternoon" and "oh so like dinner with you parents" and "wouldn't it be funny if Jeff and I showed up randomly. Like if your mom bought us tickets." Okay, I didn't really say that last one, but Ryan was genuinely surprised (not like "Holy Crap, a bunch of people jumped from behind a couch and shouted at me and I think my heart is going to explode because I thought I was about to be mugged"... but more like "what are you two doing here... Peter, you said you were going to sleep the rest of the afternoon!"). We hung out the rest of the night watching old videos Ryan had of us and playing &lt;a href="http://www.eagames.com/official/burnout/burnout3/us/home.jsp"&gt;Burnout 3&lt;/a&gt;. We didn't wake up on Monday till 12:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Ryan and I dropped Jeff off at his house and went and picked up breakfast supplies. We had bacon, egg, and cheese bagels at one o'clock in the afternoon. They were scrumptious. Then I picked up my siblings from school and returned home for a few hours. After supper, Patrick and I headed to &lt;a href="http://mq-mapgend.websys.aol.com/mqmapgend?MQMapGenRequest=FDR2dmwjDE%3byt2l%26FDJnci4Jkqj%2cMMCJ%3aHOEvq%3bwb50fy%3a%29ry05r2%3a%26%40%24%3a%26%408%3ada8%3aqa8%3aTD%15JFE%3aHOHQJ%3bwbsu07%3a%29ryslf7%3a%26%40%24%3a%26%40%24w9f2%3a%2aE%14QXO%2a5lw8a0%40%5fg5rba9%40%24%3a%26%40%24%3a%26f2w1%40%3aHO%1593bdWik1mf%3bNSC%12JDBJ%40rxd6an%26%3dygda12%26%3dbl%26%3d2w%26%3d2s%26%3d1%3a%29r%24%2eq%40%5fg%26%3d8%3a%29u%24%2e9w%24%2e94%242%26%3db%3a%29r%242%26%3d8%3au%40%5fn0%407%3a%290r%3au%40%5fx%266%24%2e16%242%26%3das%26u%24%2e9r%242%26%3da5%26w%24%2e1f%24n%26%3da5%266%24%2e96%24%2e9%40%5fg%26%3dr%3a%29ub%3a%29a%24%2e96%24%2eq%40%5fg%26%3d2x%26%3dax%26%3dz5%26%3d2nd%40%5f5u%40%5f5h%40%5fn0%40%5fl1%40%5f5u%40%5fs9%40%5fn9%40%5fn0%40%5fg%26%3d2n%26%3d2w%26%3db2%26%3dr%3a%29z%24%2e9u2%3a%29uts%26%3d2w%26%3d2w%26%3dy%3a%294%24%2el%40%5fl%26%3dt%3a%29w%24%2eh%40%5f5%26%3d8%3a%29a%24%2ed%40%5fx%26%3dy%3a%29a%24%2eh%40%5fn%26%3d2a%266%242%26%3d2s%266%24%2e1%407%3a%29ur%3au%40%5fn9%40%5fn%26%3d2x%266%24%2e14%242%26%3d2x%26%3dt%3a%29u%24%2eg%40%5fn%26%3d2n%26%3dy%3a%290%24%2el%40%5fx%26%3d1%3a%29r%24%2e14%24%2eq%40%5fnl%40%5fx%26%3dt%3a%29a%24%2eq%40%5f0%26%3d2%3a%29r%242%26%3d25%26%3d2x%266%24%2e9w%242%26%3d20%266%24%2e9a%24n%26%3d2n%266%24%2e90%24l%26%3dtw%260%24%2e9yr%3a1%40%5fn50%24n%26%3d8s%26u%24%2e9a%24n%26%3dtg%26%3da%3a%29u7a%26%3d2%3a%29wz%3au%40%5fl9a%242%26%3d2x%26%3d2%3a%29f2%3a%29u%24%2ely%24%2el%40%5fn9f%24n%26%3dts%26z%24%2ed6%24a%26%3da5%2608%3a%29yt%3a9a%24%2ed6%24nd%40%5f0u%402x%26%3dal%26w%24%2e5%40z%3a%29ur%3a1%40%5fg%26a%24%2e5%407%3a%29w%24g%26%3da0%26a%24%2e9w%24x%26%3d1%3a0%40%5fx1%40a%3a%29u7%3a1%40%5fnu%402%3a%29u2%3au%40%5fl1%40%5fn%26%3dr%3au%40%5fxd%407%3a%29ua%3au%40%5fnu%407%3a%29a8%3au%40%5flg%40%5fn%26%3da0%26u2%3a%290z%3aq%407"&gt;Beaver Dam&lt;/a&gt; to shop. We picked up Abby on the way. By the time we got to the places we were going... everything was closed. So that was somewhat of a bummer. We returned home and dropped off Patrick. Abby and I went over Ryan's house to wish him a official happy birthday with a present of breakfast hot pockets and a pen that was really his that I stole and used all the ink out of. He was happy. We spent a little while viewing some more of his videos. Then we came back to my house and watched &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Heart_Huckabees"&gt;I Heart Huckabees&lt;/a&gt;. Everyone fell asleep during the movie. I took Abby home at around 4:30 and I didn't get to bed until 5 (my dad was up for work when I got back). Such is spring break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today 1:30 to Emily saying "Peter, Patrick wants to go to Fond du Lac so if you want the car you need to get up now!" So, I got up and took my sister to work, so I could use her car. I invited Abby to go shopping with Patrick and I and the three of us went to &lt;a href="http://mq-mapgend.websys.aol.com/mqmapgend?MQMapGenRequest=FDR2dmwjDE%3byt2l%26FDJnci4Jkqj%2cMMCJ%3aHOEvq%3bwb0lz8%3a%29ry5h01%3a%26%40%24%3a%26%408%3ada8%3aqa8%3aTD%15JFE%3aHOHQJ%3bwbsu07%3a%29ryslf7%3a%26%40%24%3a%26%40%24w9f2%3a%2aE%14QXO%2a5lztxu%40%5fg5wr00%40%24%3a%26%40%24%3a%26f2w1%40%3aHO%1593bdWik1mf%3bNSC%12JDBJ%40rxd6an%26%3dygda12%260y%3a9z%240%26ua%3a9f%245q%40ts%2648%3a9%407%3a9%40t%3au%40r5%26%3d2%3ad4%24%2e1%401x%26u%24x9%40a%3a901%3au%40rl%26%3d2%3ag6%24%2el%40ys%26a%24xd%40al%26ya%3a9u%24x1%40a%3ah%40y%3a1y%245%26ur%3au%40z%3a%290%24l1%40r%3au%40a2%26u%24x5%402%3alw%24l%26at%3a0%402l%26y%24l1%40ax%260%24s%266%24n96%242%26yr%3au%401%3al%40rw%266%240%260%24nqr%24%2e9%402n%266%24nl%407%3a9u%242%26u1%3a9%402s%26u7%3au%408%3a%29a%24x%26%3d22%26%3db%3a%29uz%3a9u%24%2e9f%245l%40%5fsg%40221%40%5fnd6%24nl%40%5fnq%401%3a%29f%24nq%40%5fg%26a7%3a%29f%24lla%242%26aa%3a%29u%2450%407%3ah0%24%2el%40rl%26%3d1%3alz%24%2e9w%24l0%40%5fnq%4012%26%3d82%26uz%3a%29z%24ld%40%5fs%26w1%3a%29u%24xuf%24%2eg%40al1%40%5fx%26u2s%26%3d2%3al0%24%2e9%40b5u%40%5fx%26a2%3a%29z%24xl%40%5fng%40rn%26%3db2%26ua%3a%29ua%3ah%40%5fng%40t%3a%29uz%3aq0%24%2e5a%24a%26%3d2n%260b%3a%29at%3aly%24%2edr%24n9%40%5fnq%40z%3a%29a%24ll%407%3a96%24a%26uz%3a1y%24s%26z%24nu%402g%2601%3aqr%24nd%40ax%26u7%3a9z%24x%264%245%26y%245%26a%24g%26r%24nu%401%3aq%40r%3ad%408%3ad%408%3au%40bl%26%3d2%3a96%24%2e9%40al%26u%24l"&gt;Fond du Lac&lt;/a&gt;. Patrick got his picture taken and some paper work for his passport. We did a bit of shopping and Abby and I got our picture taken in one of those photo booth thingys. It was fun. When we returned home, Patrick had to go to a practice so Abby and I had pizza and watched &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wallace_and_Gromit"&gt;Wallace and Gromit&lt;/a&gt; movies until his return. Then Mom, Emily, Patrick, Abby and I played &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Settlers_of_Catan"&gt;Settlers of Catan&lt;/a&gt; for about 2 hours. Emily won and was happy but disappointed she was late for bed. Then everyone left and I logged on to the internet and started writing about what has been happening in my life lately. Thanks for read'n.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-111094942282352268?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/111094942282352268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=111094942282352268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111094942282352268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111094942282352268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/03/very-long-weekend.html' title='A Very Long Weekend'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-111058913074223400</id><published>2005-03-11T18:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T00:10:59.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>5 dollars for a chinese food buffet? I'm in.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/49449/158008.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg"border="0" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-111058913074223400?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/111058913074223400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=111058913074223400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111058913074223400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111058913074223400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/03/5-dollars-for-chinese-food-buffet-im.html' title='5 dollars for a chinese food buffet? I&apos;m in.'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-111022690194262073</id><published>2005-03-07T13:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T17:05:57.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Monkey lives for the weekend sir.</title><content type='html'>Well, Let me tell you... This weekend was another crazy journey. After class on friday I chilled with my bud, Hoss. I guess that's really all I did on friday... Hung out with Hoss and went to the St. Patrick's Day party Campus Crusade put on. It was really just a board game party. But for food they had green cool aid and Lucky Charms (the cereal). So, that was interesting. I play &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Settlers_of_catan"&gt;Settlers of Catan&lt;/a&gt;... it was fun, but we got kicked out before we could finish. Oh well. WAIT oh yeah... after the party, Hoss, &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=PiratePreacher"&gt;Matt Matz&lt;/a&gt;, and Myself when to a practice room and jammed out till midnight. It was really fun. Then I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I slept till about 10:30 and when I woke up I immediately finished the book I was reading called &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Do_Androids_Dream_of_Electric_Sheep%3F"&gt;Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philip_K._Dick"&gt;Philip K. Dick&lt;/a&gt;. It was a good story... I wasn't impressed by Dick's writing but I enjoyed the book anyhow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby, Hoss, and I decided to go see the Mayville High School musical that night and my mom invited all of us to have dinner before we went... so we did that. We went to my house and had a beautiful meal. While we conversed after the eating phase of the meal... We decided not to go to the musical after all (several people said the musical was dissapointing... so we felt that the supper was enough to make the trip worth it). We hung around my house for a couple of hours chill'n with my bro and sis. It was an overall good time. Then we went back to Oshkosh around 9 or 10. Turdipoo came up to oshkosh after work. So, When I got back to oshkosh Turdipoo had shown up so that was cool. We hung out till about 1:30ish or maybe later... anyway.. that was saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, I woke up at 10ish and went to lunch with Abby and her parents. That was fun. It was nice talking to them. Then Abby's Band Concert was at 3. She had a bunch of solos. She was really nervous, but she shouldn't have been. She did really really fantastic. Then after the concert Turdi, Mike, Abby and I went to Wally World and bought 10 gallons of water plus some Kool-Aid packets and sugar also. Ryan had to make copies of his spare keys because he lost his regular set. Then we all came back and chilled for a little bit. Later, Ryan and I went to the AC Building to look for his keys but didn't find them.... but we found clint and hung out with him for about 4 hours ... I also did laundry and then slept and did laundry as I slept. anyway, that's all I got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-111022690194262073?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/111022690194262073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=111022690194262073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111022690194262073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/111022690194262073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/03/monday-monkey-lives-for-weekend-sir.html' title='Monday Monkey lives for the weekend sir.'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-110995183866298374</id><published>2005-03-04T09:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T08:46:51.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Geog 121</title><content type='html'>So, I just got done with a geography exam. I have skipped about 4 of the lectures for it. But no biggie. I wasn't too worried. I studied far about 15 minutes at work this morning. I meant to study for an hour but it soon became boring and I found myself riding the web railroad of ones and zeros. then, I started looking at some old digi pics I have from way back and I came across one of James (my bro). He looks really young. Anyway I did some copying and pasting so I could give you this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.periwinklepix.com/peteyboy/images/jamesthennow.jpg" width="70%" height="70%"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, neato huh. Well, that is what I was doing instead of studying so I hope you all enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-110995183866298374?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/110995183866298374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=110995183866298374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/110995183866298374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/110995183866298374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/03/geog-121.html' title='Geog 121'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11064303.post-110989352244433925</id><published>2005-03-03T17:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T17:45:22.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The day after Wednesday</title><content type='html'>So, Thursday.... We meet again. How long has it been? you... the 5 of my 7... the thur of my sunmontueswedthurfrisat. oh I've missed you gay thursday. How good it is to see your rainbow colored face shine down upon this magnificent world. A glimmer of hope has been cast toward my desolate fears. Mr. Thursday... I know that soon you will have to leave... but I will miss you until your return. The light will be on only for you, my dearest friend, until I can feel your warm embrace. Thursday... oh Thursday... can you do no wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I didn't mean for that to go so long... but it did. so, sorry about that.. maybe I'll add it to my poetry... with some minor changes. Anywho, Everything is good on the Oshkosh front. School is still here. One more week until spring break, though. Until then I have a huge load of projects to do and homework to not do and studying to ... studying ... I forgot about studying....yeah, so that's basically that. Uhm, I've been kinda moody and self-accusatory as of late.. that's kinda bummer. Sorry to those that I may have been a jerk to. Last night, Abby and I had a great talk about things... and I guess I came to the conclusion that I really just need to like me. weird... I know you are think'n "that makes no sense..." or maybe you are think'n "petey, you are such a cool guy... how could you not like yourself" or perhaps you may even be think'n "How did I get to this guys blog... I was supposed to be reading something by about thursday and how they rock my face off. And I mean the band not the stupid day like you are ranting about!!!" in which case&lt;a href="http://www.islandrecords.com/thursday/index.las"&gt; go here&lt;/a&gt;. Anyway... back to the subject at hand, I love all of you... hurt by the cold... So hard and lonely too... When you don't know yourself... (actually that's a chili pepper's song) Man, I'm easily distracted. Ok, so everyone have a great gay thursday where anything can happen. Peace and love to my brothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11064303-110989352244433925?l=peteyboy100.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/feeds/110989352244433925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11064303&amp;postID=110989352244433925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/110989352244433925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11064303/posts/default/110989352244433925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peteyboy100.blogspot.com/2005/03/day-after-wednesday.html' title='The day after Wednesday'/><author><name>Petey Boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07321986181548318980</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://peteyboy.com/images/ptb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
